All Chapters of Alpha's Cursed Breeder : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Leah waited for the most part of the pack to go silent in peaceful slumber before she decided to make the trip to Rowland's chambers. Leah walked down the narrow passage to Rowland’s chambers. Her steps were slow, careful. She wore a thin robe that flowed softly against her body, the fabric clinging just enough to show her shape. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and her lips held a faint smile.Rowland was waiting. He had already poured wine and pushed the table aside. He stood tall when she entered, his eyes roaming over her robe.“So you came,” he said with a grin. “I knew you would not resist me. You are dressed for me. I can see it.”Leah closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment. Her voice was soft, teasing. “I told you I wanted to see you before I leave. I came with a gift, Rowland. A parting gift.”Rowland’s grin widened. “A gift? Then let me unwrap it.” He stepped close, his hand reaching for her waist.Leah

The room was warm with laughter. Mira sat on a soft blanket spread over the floor, her tiny hands clapping as she tried to steady herself. Elara sat close, smiling as she watched the little girl push forward with her wobbly steps.“Careful, little one,” Elara said softly. “You should take it slow.”Mira fell back on her bottom and let out a small squeal. Neri, sitting beside Elara, laughed with delight.“She is strong,” Neri said. “Look at her. She does not even cry when she falls.”Elara reached over and lifted Mira into her arms. She kissed the child’s forehead. “She is growing her first teeth now. Do you see? She bites everything she finds.”Neri leaned closer, watching the child’s mouth open. “I see them. Small but sharp already. How has she lived so long without her mother?”Elara’s eyes softened. She held Mira close and rocked her gently. “I have been her mother. From the day she was born, I took her in my arms. Even when t

The night was quiet, yet Alpha Glint could not rest. He walked across his chamber, his steps heavy. The fire in the hearth burned low, but his mind was hotter than flames.He muttered to himself, “Why would my daughter be glad to think of destroying a brother? Why would she speak with such fire about taking one side and spilling blood?”He stopped and looked out the window at the dark fields.“Kendrick,” he whispered. “I know that boy. I know him well. He is kind. He is honest. He stayed under my roof for long moons. I trusted him. He is not like the others.”Glint rubbed his chin. “But politics of the packs is never done with soft hands. It is not about kindness. It is about strength, about power, about who can stand tallest when the storm comes.”He sighed and shook his head. “If I agree with Leah, I will be joining Rowland to crush Kendrick. Can I do that? Can I betray the one who lived with me as a son?”He kept pacing, his h

The sound of voices filled the night as the search for Mira continued. Guards ran through the halls, doors were opened, and every corner of the pack house was checked. But the child was nowhere.By midnight, word had spread through the entire pack. Soon, Rowland stormed into the courtyard, his face hard, his robe loose from sleep but his eyes sharp.“What is going on?” he barked. “Why is the entire pack awake?”A guard bowed. “The child is missing, my lord.”Rowland’s eyes narrowed. “The child? Mira? The one Rina has been caring for?”“Yes,” the guard answered. “She was taken from her bed.”Rowland raised his hand. “Then listen to me. Close every gate at once. No one leaves, no one enters until the child is found.”His words spread quickly. Men around him nodded and began to move.Rina appeared, holding her cloak tight around her shoulders, her face pale with fear. “What are you doing?”Rowland looked a

The woods were quiet except for the sound of Rina’s quick steps. Her eyes scanned the ground, her hands brushing away low branches. She saw marks on the soil, small prints, broken leaves.Her heart leapt. “A trail,” she whispered to herself. She bent lower and followed it.The trail curved around trees, down a slope, across a patch of grass. Each step made her believe more that she was close. But as she went deeper, the signs grew weaker. The prints faded. The leaves seemed older, scattered by the wind.Her chest tightened. “No, no,” she murmured. She pressed forward, her eyes straining. Soon there was nothing clear to follow. Only forest floor.She stopped at last, her breath heavy, her legs weak. She leaned against a tree, fighting despair.Then she heard movement.Her eyes snapped up. A tall figure came through the trees. It was Darius.“Rina,” he called softly.She straightened at once. “Darius? What are you