All Chapters of ALPHA KAEL'S BREEDER : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria POVI opened my eyes slowly. The first thing I noticed upon waking was the light. It was overwhelming, reflecting into my eyes, a blinding white that pressed against my eyelids until I flinched and forced them open.I looked up at the ceiling above me, which was unfamiliar, smooth, and sterile, painted in soft shades of cream. This wasn’t Kael’s room, nor my own quarters. For a terrifying moment, I feared I hadn’t truly woken up, that I had slipped into some bizarre afterlife, but then I heard the steady beeping. Machines. Hospital machines.My chest rose sharply as I took a ragged breath that scraped my throat. My entire body ached, feeling heavy and slow as if I had been pinned beneath a stone. I attempted to move, but even the slightest shift sent a jolt of pain ricocheting through my ribs. A strangled sound escaped my lips, my own voice sounding foreign to my ears.With trembling hands, I reached up to touch the side of my head. Rough fabric brushed against my fingers. Bandag

Vanessa POVThe clang of the cell door echoed like a death knell. Iron scraped against stone, the sound rattling through my bones as the guards shoved me forward. My knees hit the damp ground, pain spiking through my legs, but I barely felt it. All I felt was the fire eating through my chest, the fury and humiliation twisting like barbed wire inside me.Kael’s hands had been around my throat not long ago. His fury still lingered, seared into the tender flesh of my neck, the ghost of his grip branding me with a reminder: I was nothing. Disposable.The guards didn’t look at me as they locked the bars. One sneered, muttered something under his breath about traitors, and then their boots thudded away, leaving me alone with the silence.I curled in the corner, arms around myself, choking on ragged breaths. My throat burned with every inhale, and my mind kept replaying Aria’s face, pale and broken against the sheets, yet still commanding Kael’s mercy with a single whispered plea.She should

Daniel POV“Make sure she doesn’t harm herself,” I told the two guards posted outside Vanessa’s cell. My voice was firm, though I hated how hollow it sounded even to my own ears. “Kael may want her alive longer than she wants herself alive.”One of the men snorted, leaning lazily against the wall, the torchlight painting his face in smug shadows. “Alive, sure. Comfortable? That’s not our problem.”I fixed him with a hard glare, letting the weight of my stare drag across his bravado. “You’re right. Comfort isn’t your problem. But her survival is mine. And if she dies on your watch, I’ll make sure your tongue is nailed to the wall before Kael ever lifts a hand.”The words landed. He stiffened, his grin shrinking to silence. That was enough. I didn’t linger—didn’t want to. Every second near that cell clung to me like smoke I couldn’t wash away.I turned sharply on my heel, boots scuffing against the damp stone, the dungeon air pressing heavy on my lungs. The clang of Vanessa’s voice stil

The hall went dead silent after her father’s words.He hadn’t raised his voice much, but the force in it rippled through the chamber like a blade slicing through calm water. Daniel shifted by the door, straightening subtly. My advisors, who had been hovering like shadows at the edges of the room, stilled as though afraid the wrong breath would draw his fury onto them.Vanessa clung to her father’s leg, her sobs breaking into messy hiccups. Her face pressed against the fine fabric of his trousers, smearing dirt and tears on the neat lines.“Papa, please,” she whispered, rocking against him like a child who’d scraped her knees. “Don’t take me away from Kael. Don’t ruin this. He loves me. I know he does. He has to.”Her father’s jaw tightened. He bent slowly, one large hand bracing against his daughter’s back, but his eyes never left mine.“I asked you a question,” he said, voice low, measured, but heavy with threat. “Do you love my daughter, Kael? Or is she nothing but a pawn to you?”T

Chapter 39Aria POVI stood at the balcony, my hands braced against the cold stone railing, staring down at the gardens spread beneath like a dark ocean. The torches burned lower than usual, their flames shivering against the wind, and even the roses looked as though they’d folded into themselves, hiding from the night.The bandage wrapped tight around my head tugged against my skin when the breeze shifted. My crutches leaned against the wall beside me,silent sentinels of my weakness. I hated the sight of them. Hated the way they whispered of fragility, of helplessness, of the fall that had left me shattered in more ways than one.My chest ached with the memory. The stairs. The weightless moment before the crash. And Kael’s silence after.I’d lost more than balance that day.A breath of movement stirred behind me. Heavy, deliberate. I didn’t need to turn to know it was him. Kael always carried the kind of presence that pressed into the air, made it heavier, thicker, like it wasn’t mea