Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha king : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Lucy.I was cramped inside the barrel, my knees pulled tightly against my chest, struggling to breathe but forcing myself to remain still. The basement’s cold, musty air clung to me as I lay there, silently praying that none of them would discover my hiding place. My body ached from the cramped position I’d been forced into for what seemed like endless hours. The barrel’s curved wood pressed firmly against my back, and the sound of my shallow breathing felt unnaturally loud in the heavy silence. This was my only chance to escape—but only if I could keep absolutely quiet and motionless.I tried to calm my racing heart, but the thought of being found sent a fresh wave of panic surging through my veins. Ethan would surely be enraged when he realized I’d disappeared, but what terrified me most was imagining what he’d do once he found me.Suddenly, the basement door creaked open, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed off the stone floor. My pulse hammered faster.“Search everywhere,” E

Ivy.The palace felt colder than ever as I walked down the corridor. The walls seemed to lean in, watching me, whispering things I didn’t want to hear. Every breath I took felt heavier, tighter. I reached my room, the one they gave me after everything changed, and paused with my hand on the door.I glanced over my shoulder.There at the far end of the hall, near the bend where the guards rarely patrolled, stood Mucus. His figure was tense, his eyes darting around like a rabbit expecting the trap to snap shut at any second.I motioned him closer with a quick wave of my fingers.“Come here,” I whispered.He didn’t hesitate, walking toward me quickly, his movements practiced and quiet. When he reached me, I slipped a small, folded letter from the pocket of my skirt and pressed it into his hand.He looked down at it, then back up at me. “What’s this?” he murmured.I kept my eyes on the corridor. No one could see us.“A message,” I said quietly. “For the leader of the rogues in the next pa

Lucy.It’s been three long, agonizing days. Each one crawling by in a haze of hunger and fatigue. My body feels like it’s collapsing in on itself, drained of everything that once kept me going. I honestly can’t recall the last time I ate, only the deep, gnawing pain in my stomach reminds me I haven’t. That ache has dulled now, replaced by a hollow emptiness. I’ve given up trying to fight the hunger. I’ve given up trying to survive. Whatever’s coming next, my body already seems to be bracing for it, but I feel too far gone to care.I lay stretched out on the cold, hoping that sleep would come and steal me away. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. Somewhere that isn’t here. But no escape came, not even in dreams. My muscles ached, every limb heavy. The only sound was a faint, rhythmic drip of water echoing off the walls. Then, suddenly, the hallway door creaked open, and the sound sent a shiver through me.My eyes shot open. I tried to lift myself off the ground, but even that was too much.

Ethan.She looked like someone lost in a world of her own, head tilted toward the rain, letting it soak her skin without resistance. Her dark hair stuck to her face, and her shoulders were draped in a thin, wet oilskin. Despite the rain and grime, her appearance was striking—pale and soft-featured, with a kind of quiet strength in her stillness.I eased the car closer to the slow-moving motorcycle ahead, avoiding the worst of the mud. One of my men glanced toward her too, clearly curious. I ignored him. I was focused entirely on the woman.Her face was sharp and delicate—high cheekbones, straight nose, a soft mouth that stood out despite the rest of her gaunt features. She had half her face covered, but there was something eerily familiar about her. Rosa? Or was it just that she reminded me of someone from the past?She was seated awkwardly at the back of the motorcycle, wedged between boxes and crates, like an afterthought. Her skirt and shoes were soaked and caked with dirt. A small

AuroraTwo full days had come and gone, and still nothing. Not a single sign of Ivy. No body, no trace. Just silence. And in that silence, a deep, gnawing anxiety had taken hold of me, clawing through my thoughts.It should have brought relief. Her disappearance should have made things simpler for me. And in some twisted, horrible way, it did. But the guilt that followed that realization refused to let me breathe.I kept thinking, maybe it would’ve been better if I’d taken care of it myself. If I had been the one to finish it, to burn her body and make sure she was never found. At least then, I could’ve controlled the outcome.I sat by the lake, the icy air brushing over my skin, though I barely noticed it. My senses were dulled by the storm in my mind. The water rippled in soft waves, its surface reflecting the same chaos I felt inside murky, cold, impossible to navigate.A voice I recognized called out to me, pulling me from my thoughts.“Aurora?”I looked up and saw Kaidan making h