Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breeder or Mate: The Crimson Threshold: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 127

As the royal-grade limousine carried Auntie Glenny and the rest of the family toward the Palace, Ivor remained behind, his mate securely nestled in his arms. He had no intention of spending the day with anyone else but Lilias, his long lost mate. He had already temporarily handed over all his duties to Walther, the Chief Warrior. This day belonged to them, the long-missed moment finally realized. He tangled his fingers through her long, black locks, pulling her face gently towards his own. His eyes, usually so serious and sharp, softened as he gazed at her. "You little tease," Ivor murmured, a low, playful growl in his voice. "In Woodcrest, I nearly went crazy seeing you next to that Beta, flirting with him right in front of me! Girl, you have so much to make up for, I don't know if you can do it all in this lifetime." He shook his head dramatically, but a smile played on his lips. Seductiv

This evening, I deliberately chose not to go to Zela's room. My ego was deeply bruised, still smarting from her sharp words at dinner. This insensitive mate didn't deserve my love! She was selfish, completely disregarding my feelings as her mate, and seemingly uncaring about the well-being of our pups growing inside her. It felt as though she wanted to be rid of me as quickly as possible, to stay far, far away. But I would never allow that! No matter what happened, Zela’s rightful place was here, beside me, in the Palace, and ultimately on the Throne. And, most importantly, in my bed. The situation was becoming unbearable, and the drastic steps I planned to take were necessary to shake her awake, to make her acknowledge the undeniable truth of our bond. Precisely at ten o'clock, she appeared in my office, accompanied by her parents, Lilias, and the ever-caring Auntie Glenny. Her face was pale, suggesting s

Alpha Female Zela’s Point of View To say I was shocked by what I was now hearing would be a gross understatement. My mind reeled, trying to process the enormity of the betrayal. Slowly, painfully, my lost memories began to trickle back, fragments of a forgotten past returning to me. It was probably because Erico could no longer feed me that insidious concoction he got from his rogue friends. Yes, it was perfectly clear to me now why those despicable men had sought him out in the bookstore, always acting so secretive. They were the ones who had supplied him with that mind-numbing substance. What my father, Alpha Gene, had said made absolute sense! Those suspiciously large transfers into Erico's bank account, his extravagant purchases, and the luxurious life we had led without him having a steady job or the bookstore bringing in enough money… Everything was connected, it couldn't be anything

The Crown Prince guided me away from the blood-soaked spectacle of the public executions, his strong arms a steady anchor on my back. We moved quickly through the hushed halls of the Palace, heading directly for my private suite, a sanctuary far removed from the chilling events of the morning. The metallic tang of blood still seemed to linger in the air, clinging to my senses, a somber reminder of Andrea's fate. My mind, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, desperately yearned for a moment of peace, a reprieve from the turmoil. He helped me out of my clothes, his touch surprisingly gentle, his movements efficient and focused. I offered no protest, too weary to resist. He scooped me into his arms and laid me carefully into the waiting bathtub. The lukewarm water embraced my skin, a wave of immediate relaxation washing over me. I closed my eyes, yearning for oblivion, for the horrors of the past hour to simply fade away.