All Chapters of A Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha king : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Ivy.I never intended to kill her.My fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. A tremor danced along my hands as I stood, frozen, staring at the lifeless form of the head maid. Her body was crumpled on the hard stone floor, her limbs splayed awkwardly, her glassy eyes fixed on nothing, her chest still.She was gone.“Ivy… what have you done?” My madam’s voice shattered the quiet like a whip cracking through air. She backed away slowly, one trembling hand rising to grip her neckline, as though I’d become something grotesque.“I didn’t…” The words caught in my throat, tripping over my panic. “It wasn’t on purpose! She just—”She lifted her hand sharply, silencing me. Her features shifted into something unreadable. Was it horror? Fury? Disgust?“She just collapsed,” I whispered again, more to myself than anyone else. “She charged at me, and I lifted my hands just to stop her. I didn’t even touch her.”Her expression didn’t soften. It hardened into stone.“GUARDS!” she shrieked.The doors slammed o

Alpha Ellison.My heart thundered in my chest as I lingered near the edge of the command tent. The air carried the scent of charred timber and aged leather, stirring unease in my gut. My eyes flicked toward the dark line of forest in the distance. I couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts rushing through me. Commander Thorne, he was getting far too close to the truth. He was perceptive. Sharper than most. And I was beginning to suspect that he held back more than he revealed.I hated to admit it, but Lucy had been right about her vision. I'd given orders for Ivy’s body to be returned to the palace but when my soldiers arrived, her grave was empty. Nothing. No body. No bones. Ivy was back. I could feel her presence hovering along our borders like a phantom breeze, her scent faint but undeniable. I couldn’t let her gain the strength she needed to challenge me. Not yet.I didn’t have the luxury of staying any longer.Shrouded by darkness, I made my escape. The ongoing full moon rituals serve

Alpha Ellison.Lucy sagged in my arms, her breath unsteady and hot against my chest. The pungent sting of alcohol clung to her like a second skin beneath the wild, electric scent that was uniquely hers.“Damn it, Lucy,” I muttered under my breath as I carried her out of the tavern, ignoring the barely concealed curiosity in the eyes of the rogues who pretended not to watch. “What the hell did you do to yourself?”Her head lolled, cheek brushing against my shoulder. “They all think I’m so strong, Ellison,” she slurred softly, lost in her fog. “But I’m not. I’m just… exhausted. So damn tired.”I didn’t respond. What could I possibly say to that?She wasn’t faking it. I could hear the truth in her breath, how it hitched, like something broken was lodged in her chest. She was coming apart at the seams.And I didn’t know how to stop it.By the time we returned to the estate, tucked away beyond the camp’s edge, she was shivering uncontrollably.I laid her gently onto the velvet-covered bed

Lucy.The jarring vibration of my phone rattled against the nightstand, dragging me from restless sleep. The glow of the screen cut through the dim early morning haze as I reached for it with clumsy fingers. My eyes adjusted slowly, scanning the barrage of messages lighting up the display each one from Thorne.Thorne:You’ve been gone long enough.Duty isn’t something you get to run from.Come home, Rook. Don’t make me come get you.I exhaled hard, letting the phone fall onto the mattress beside me. He wasn’t entirely wrong. I had vanished without explanation, and every hour I stayed off the radar gave him more reason to start digging. And if Thorne started asking questions, it wouldn’t take him long to find the answers I wasn’t ready to face.But before I could deal with him I needed to hear one thing first.I sat up, sweeping a hand through my tangled hair, and dialed the one number that mattered more than anything else right now.Vivian picked up after three rings. “Lucy? Finally!

Lucy.The Blood Moon cast a crimson glow over the palace, bathing the walls in eerie shades of scarlet. Clusters of lanterns hung above, entwined with silver and red ribbons that fluttered gently, their flickering light either a sign of celebration or a silent warning.Tonight was meant to be a night of joy.The Blood Moon Festival had arrived, and for once, I intended to savor it. No battles, no ominous visions, no threats from ancient spirits or cursed witches. Just the sound of laughter, music flowing through the air, wine warming my throat, and maybe a quiet dance beneath the stars with Alpha Ellison.I pulled back the heavy velvet drapes, letting the pale moonlight spill into my chambers, catching the glint of my dress laid out across the bed. A rich crimson, woven from satin and lace, crafted perfectly for the occasion.Just a little longer, I told myself softly, stepping toward the bathroom.Steam curled in thick swirls, greeting me like an old companion. The soothing scent of