Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha king : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Lucy.“These are the keys to the cage.”I blinked, trying to process what Ellison had just handed me. “Wait… what did you say? Where did you find these?” My voice was tight with confusion, suspicion threading through it.He gave me a look that warned against more questions. “That part doesn’t matter,” he replied calmly. “Just know the ones inside… they’re wolves like us. If there’s a way, set them free.”“Wolves?” I repeated in disbelief. “Why would Thorne call them dogs?”Ellison’s expression darkened. His fingers clutched my wrist with a sudden urgency, the pressure making me wince slightly. “I don’t know, Lucy,” he said, barely above a whisper. “But I have a bad feeling. Whatever you see beyond that door… do your best. And promise me, be careful.”I opened my mouth to say more, but he was already gone, lost among the sea of masked faces swirling in the masquerade. Around me, the world moved as if nothing had changed, as if I wasn’t standing here with something that could unravel ev

Alpha Ellison.I cast a quick glance in Lucy’s direction, my pulse quickening the moment I saw her body stiffen and her eyes widen with alarm.Grinding my teeth, I leaned closer and murmured under my breath so only she could hear, “Stay calm. I think they’ve discovered the dogs are missing.”Her face lost all color. Even with the mask concealing most of her features, I could see the panic blooming in her expression. “We need to leave,” she whispered, her voice trembling.“No,” I said immediately, my hand reaching out on instinct to steady her arm. “Running now will only make it worse. This isn’t just about escaping this situation, Lucy. We’re here to take Thorne down. If we flee, we’ll blow our cover and lose everything.”She stared at me, doubt and fear flickering in her gaze. I knew how much she hated feeling powerless, how much she loathed being surrounded by danger with no way to fight back.“Stay close to me,” I told her firmly, keeping my tone level despite the pit twisting in m

Ivy.The first thing I noticed when I came to wasn’t the hard-packed dirt or the rough forest floor I’d last felt beneath me. It was softness. Something like cotton pressed against my skin. Warmth enveloped me, there was a blanket, and beneath me, a bed. My eyelids fluttered. Once. Twice. Then my muscles went taut.My eyes snapped open, breath rushing in sharply, lungs tight, heart slamming in my chest like a caged animal. Where was I?The towering, shadowed trees were gone. The nightmarish cries of creatures in the woods was gone. I was indoors now. A dim, worn-out apartment surrounded me. The walls were cracked and yellowing, the plaster crumbling. Overhead, a ceiling fan turned with a screech like it was dying. The mattress groaned beneath me as I sat up.But all of it was just noise.I looked at my hands and they were clean with no single wounds. No blood. No burns or bruises. I threw the blanket aside and scanned my body, my arms, legs, stomach. My skin was whole. Flawless. No wo

Lucy.I staggered back like I'd taken a blow to the chest, slamming into the chilly, slick tiles of the bathroom wall. My lungs couldn’t find air. My heart thundered. Ellison’s mutilated body, drenched in blood and utterly still, was scorched into my mind’s eye. The crown resting on Ivy’s brow shimmered like a knife's edge. That self-satisfied grin of hers…It wasn’t just some vision meant to warn me. It was a prophecy.“She’s returned,” I murmured, barely audible as the words slipped from my lips, fragile and shaking.Ellison’s eyes narrowed, searching mine. “Lucy… what did you just say?”I blinked rapidly, trying to steady my breathing. “Ivy,” I whispered hoarsely. “I saw her. In a vision. She’s not just alive, Ellison. he's back with even more powers.”He froze, as though I’d just claimed the sun had turned black. Then to my disbelief, he laughed. It was a rough, hollow sound, echoing strangely in the broken silence of the bathroom.“Lucy…” He shook his head slowly, letting out a l

Ivy.I gazed into the cracked mirror, watching the distorted face that stared back at me. The glass was filthy, fogged with years of grime, but even through it, the sight made me sick.I despised her.That girl in the reflection wasn’t me. Her unfamiliar eyes were hollow and cold, her lips chapped and split, nose slightly bent, cheekbones jutting out like blades. She looked starved, hunted, alien. How had I become this?My hand rose hesitantly, tracing the jagged skin along my cheek, sliding down to my jaw. The reflection followed my motions exactly, a twisted puppet in a cursed show. My stomach churned.“Who even are you?” I muttered, my voice laced with venom. “What the hell have I become?”I spat at the mirror. The spit hit the surface with a sickening splat, streaking down in thick defiance.I turned away sharply, grabbing the rust-eaten knife from the tabletop.Enough.I’d rather mutilate this face than let it torment me another second. I would tear it off, strip it down, dig pas