All Chapters of A Breeder for the Vindictive Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Horres“So cold,” I mumbled in confusion, unable to recall the dungeon ever being this cold at this time of the year.That was the invading feeling I got as soon as I stepped into the dungeon. I felt it earlier while in the Elite training room, but it wasn’t this bad. It kept getting worse. Right now, the cold was deep down inside my bones. It was as though every damn muscle in my body could feel it. No part was spared. To top it all off, my chest suddenly tightened so badly that I feared I might lose my breath in the next moment if I didn’t take care. My heart felt like it was about to stop, but nothing was physically wrong with me.This had nothing to do with the attacks on my wolf. Those were my feelings. Both Kane and I always felt the same things, and even though he was dormant, I could still tell if the feeling was from him or not. This felt different. “Go.” At my words, Madam Zorah rushed toward the inner cells, probably trying to check on Celeste. This was someone I could t

Horres“Get everyone to the shelter. Everyone!" I stressed on "everyone" and rushed toward the pack border, hoping I could stop whoever was trying to drive people mad in my pack. This whole thing felt terribly familiar, and I didn’t wish to waste any time talking strategy with Oxley. He wouldn’t be able to hold on for long, anyway. “A… Alpha…” I paused briefly, turned around, and assured him that I would be alright. I needed him to save all the strength he could muster. Those people weren’t here to joke, after all. “I’ll take care of this, Oxley. Trust me.” He had a bitter look in his eyes, probably wondering if I was marching to my death. However, I was certain after inhaling this thing for some time. It wouldn’t have any effect on me.At least, it wouldn’t weaken me after causing my wolf to go into slumber. If the other effects are dependent on my wolf first going into slumber, it would then suggest that I wouldn’t be affected by this poison. With the scramble for the shelter, I

CelesteIt had been a long while since I was woken up from my sleep. The walk from the Alpha’s chambers to the dungeon was quite a long one, if anyone bothered to ask me. I had to walk around like I was disabled or someone who had a deformity, just because I served the alpha last night. Again! And again… And again… Till I lost consciousness. That was the only thing that saved me from the alpha’s hands. I could never resist his touch, even though my body always proved worn out. As soon as his hands touched certain places… “Whew!”Alpha Horres really did a number on me. Again! He always did. I was doing a good job in keeping my position as the alpha’s bed warmer. He could call me a breeder or whatever else he wanted to name me. At the end of the day, I was the she-wolf who always ended up in his bed. At least that was better than sleeping in the dungeon. Well, I always left there, battered, enduring body pains that made everyone understand that I was taken by the alpha the night befor

Celeste“Madam Zorah, what can we do now? Everything is getting out of hand.” As I got closer, I heard Maita’s devastated voice, guilt washing over my being. I nearly escaped from the pack without thinking about this duo. How could I be so ungrateful? “I don’t know, Maita. This is strange. I haven’t seen anything like it before. I don’t know what to do.” They both sounded so broken and terrified. “I do.” I stood beside Madam Zorah, my eyes already scanning the spread of herbs in the room. I could feel the two women, young and old, fixing a burning gaze on me, but my attention was already on the herbs. I needed to find what Lyra described. “Are these all the herbs you brought?” I continued scanning the place, even though my question was directed to Madam Zorah. “Th… There’s more.” Both she and Maita were absolutely in sync because the remaining herbs were presented by Maita—even before Madam Zorah could recover from the shock. How was I to find what Lyra wanted when all these h

Celeste I didn't know if it was my fearful look or something else, but both Beta Oxley and Slater turned toward the direction my gaze was fixed. She looked totally battered, almost unrecognizable. There were scars all over her face and body, with blood trailing down her forehead. Well, through it all, I could still tell, just like them, that the person who was bleeding from her hands after supposedly hitting the railings for so long was Gamma Rhea. She just rested her head between two iron bars, breathing like every breath was her last. However, she also didn’t fail to glare at me as if she wanted to tear me to shreds. I shouldn’t have thought about that, but the memory of her last visit to the dungeon got me so pissed. I was no saint, so I decided to mess with her as well. At least I knew my limits, something she clearly didn’t. The other crazy wolves began to bang the iron bars when they realized we were paying attention to the others and ignoring them. They wanted to fight, b