All Chapters of A Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha king : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LucyThe pain didn’t come all at once.First, it was pressure—like someone had slammed a red-hot coin into my neck and pressed down with all their weight. Then came the burn. Heavy, invasive, smoldering from the inside out.I gasped, my knees buckling as Ethan's canines pierced my skin, as if he'd driven a white-hot needle straight through the center of me. My vision pulsed. The sound of my own heartbeat throbbed in my ears.But the pain wasn’t what knocked the air out of my lungs.It was the rage.It flooded me so fast, so violently, it nearly eclipsed the panic clawing its way up my throat. A raw, acidic fury that I didn’t even recognize as mine. It poured into me like poison.My hands trembled as I realized what had happened.He marked me.I could feel him now. Not just his touch, or the disgusting wetness of his tongue as he licked the fresh mark like he hadn’t just ripped through my body like a rabid dog. No—deeper. Like his presence had buried itself under my skin.I could feel

Lucy.After everything that happened with Ethan, I did my best to avoid Elizabeth. I couldn’t bear to face her. The anger and the betrayal in her eyes haunted me. I had never seen her so furious, so out of control. The slap from Elizabeth still burned on my skin, though the physical sting had faded. The emotional wound, however, remained fresh, gnawing at me every time I closed my eyes. I felt like I was walking through a fog of guilt and confusion, not knowing how to fix what had been broken.But I couldn’t stay cooped up in that tension-filled space forever. I needed to escape, even if only for a little while. The palace had always been a place where I could go to clear my mind, even though it wasn’t exactly a sanctuary. At least the king was recovering in the hospital. That meant I had an excuse to visit. And I could take my mind off the mess I had found myself in, if only temporarily.The hospital was quiet when I arrived. The smell of antiseptic hit me first, followed by the muff

Lucy.I couldn’t stop pacing.My bare feet moved soundlessly over the rug in my room, my fingers fidgeting with the edges of my tunic, tugging and twisting until I thought the seams might tear. It had been two days since the King returned. Two days since he pulled me from the edge of exile and dragged the truth into the light like a roaring storm.But there was still one truth I hadn’t told him.The mark on my neck still throbbed like it was fresh, as if my skin remembered every second of that terrible night. I hadn’t looked at it since—not directly. I couldn’t bear to. Instead, I kept my hair down, wore high collars, turned away from mirrors. From him.Because if Ellison saw it… if he knew…A lump rose in my throat. I pressed my fingers to the spot through the fabric of my sweater, feeling the heat of the scarred bond like a brand.He would be furious. Not just furious—betrayed.Even if I hadn’t asked for it. Even if I’d fought and screamed and bled.But I couldn’t keep hiding.With

Alpha Ellison.The moment the doors shut behind us, I turned to face her fully. My chamber was the only place in the palace where I could speak freely, and not fear that someone was at the corner listening. Lucy stood before me, her head bowed, hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her shoulders trembled. I could feel the dread rolling off her, thick and bitter.“Start talking,” I said, my voice lower than I meant it to be. The edge of a growl lingered in my throat.She flinched, but nodded. “Trust me, all of this wasn't my fault. Ethan is the last person I would ever want to mark me, but he did regardless. Even when I pleaded and asked him not too.”The words twisted a blade in my gut. My wolf howled within me, a feral, vengeful roar clawing to be let out. Still, I held it back. Barely.“Without your consent?”Tears shimmered in her eyes. She swallowed, and the pain in her voice struck deeper than I wanted to admit. “Yes. the truth is, he was my ex mate and ever since he rejected m

Lucy.The moment Luna Dowager entered the courtyard where I was reading, my heart dropped into my stomach like a stone. She moved like she owned the very air, the hem of her crimson robes sweeping across the marble floor. Her face was as hard and ageless as ever, sculpted like that of a man, but I wouldn't be the one to say the almighty Luna Dowager was handsome. She had the kind of face that never forgot a grudge.“Lady Lucy,” she said, her voice smooth, syrupy—too sweet to be sincere. “We need to talk.”I closed the book, spine snapping sharply. I didn’t rise. Not at first.“With respect, Your Grace, I was enjoying the quiet.”Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “That won’t be an option for much longer, dear.”I stood slowly, spine straight, chin high. “Then by all means, speak.”We walked along the path, though it felt less like a stroll and more like a chess match. She paused under the shadow of the willow tree near the fountain, fingers brushing a blossom as if it were some long-los