Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breeder or Mate: The Crimson Threshold: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Crown Prince Raul’s Point of View The sight of Ivor and Lilias glued together was nothing short of unsettling, igniting a burning jealousy within me that I had never felt before.This witch had practically claimed my Secretary as her prize for aiding us in our covert infiltration of Woodcrest, and then they had disappeared into the forest, laughter and whispers flowing between them like they were destined mates. She had requested some rare herbs only found in our woods, and after a dramatic inspection of our kitchen, she ultimately declared it suitable for brewing her potion.From my father’s office window, I observed them with a growing sense of envy.Ivor, usually as stoic as a stone gargoyle, had his arm possessively draped around her waist, defending her like a sacred treasure. This all left me dumbfounded. I had always known him to be attracted to fragile, chestnut-haired beauties, those delicate flowers who seemed like they’d crumble in a gust.Bu

"Raul, why don’t we just storm that pack and take your mate with us? That Alpha and his lousy members could never be stronger than you and me. We’re Lycans, for Selene’s sake!"Yeah, I’d seen this coming, Ivor couldn’t keep his composure as he watched his mate sneak glances at the handsome Beta seated two tables away.The man sat there with an infuriating calmness, focused entirely on his meal.He didn’t even acknowledge the group of women attempting to catch his attention, some of whom had leaned provocatively closer to him, offering their company with bright smiles. None of it fazed him. He refused each advance politely but firmly, keeping his eyes locked on the plate in front of him. The sight of his piled chicken and burgers mirrored our own plates, but unlike us, his cool detachment stood out even more among the lively crowd."I wanted to do that the night we realized she was gone from Alpha Jermain’s house in Human Town," I replied steadily, though my frustration lingered just b

As the car rolled into Woodcrest, a startling realization gripped me like a vice.Something was definitely wrong here!I inhaled sharply, expecting the tapestry of scents, the layered musk of wolves, the defining signature of each pack. But nothing happened.My pulse spiked. I could no longer tell them apart. The intricate knowledge I had relied on, the subconscious recognition of scents tied to territories and packs, was completely gone.Damn! My breath hitched.This had to be the potion’s effect. Lilias hadn’t warned about this. But I now knew that just as others couldn’t detect my Lycan, I was stripped of the one crucial tool I needed to navigate enemy ground.Sweat pricked at the back of my neck. My only advantage, my ability to discern friends from foe, was wiped out.This was bad.It made things dangerously complicated. How was I supposed to find Zela now? I forced my breathing to steady while I consoled myself.No panic. No hesitation. I needed another way, another method to id

Standing in the garden, the cool night air did little to soothe the storm brewing in Ivor’s mind. Alpha Jermain’s request was a dangerous gamble, one that threatened everything.‘Damn! I’m already mated. How am I supposed to pull this off?’ raced through his mind.Each breath filled his lungs with a bittersweet longing as he thought of Lilias, the fierce witch waiting for him back in Human Town. They didn’t know each other for long, their bond was forged by Royal decree, but he already loved her deeply.‘No one but she can be my mate,’ he whispered to himself. The thought of her waiting, unaware of the chaos unfolding in Woodcrest, knotted his stomach with unease. He imagined her fiery spirit, her vibrant energy, the loyalty she had promised him.But Lilias wasn’t just anyone, she was a witch, gifted with the ability to see through deception like no other. If she ever found out that he had succumbed to the Alpha’s demand to seek a mate here, she wouldn’t hesitate to deal with him. Th

Alpha Female Zela’s Point of ViewWith an unstoppable drive burning within me like wildfire, I urged my wolf, Era, forward toward the packhouse. Amanda sprinted alongside me, her wolf’s fur glistening under the moonlight, the weight of our shared secrets heavy upon us. We were bound by an unspoken urgency, the kind that comes only when you know the ground beneath you is about to shift.As we reached her home, Amanda dashed ahead, her heart racing as she headed for her bedroom. I watched her dive into preparations, packing clothes into her suitcase with an intensity that conveyed her desire to escape, much like someone fleeing a gathering storm.But the grief in her eyes betrayed the fear of abandoning the only life she'd known. Leaving friends and family behind for an unknown future was the hardest decision a werewolf could ever make. I wanted to offer comfort, to promise we’d meet again in Silver Bow, but the words caught in my throat.“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she m