All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha’s Breeder: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CelineWhere do I go?That was the only thought in my head. Over and over again like a drumbeat, louder than the sound of my paws hitting the wet ground. I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t know what part of the woods I’d already passed, but I kept running. I had to.I couldn’t let them take me.No—I wouldn’t.The cold air whipped past my fur, sharp and cutting. Branches tore at my legs. The tiny bushes scratched at my sides, slicing into my skin like they were trying to hold me back too. I barely noticed. My lungs were burning, but I kept pushing forward, paws digging into the muddy earth beneath me.It was dead in the night, but the forest wasn’t silent. Not tonight.Howls. Screams. Crashes. The distant sound of someone begging.Our pack was under attack. Again.But this time, it wasn’t just any enemy.It was the Nightshade pack.An hour ago, they tore through our borders like they weren’t even there. Everyone knew who they were. Every territory had heard the whispers—their Alph

AlaricHer gown was soaked through, and it clung to every curve like it was made for one thing—to make me look. Red waves of wet hair rested over her shoulders, sticking against her bare skin, dripping down between her breasts. The silk clung to her like second skin, the cold water making her nipples stand out through the fabric. There were other omegas in front of me—too many. Most of them naked, trembling, some crying, most looking like they'd lost the will to stand. But the moment my eyes landed on her, something in me shifted.It wasn't the kind of shift you could ignore. It was the kind that forced its way under your skin and made a home there."She's mine," I said flatly, voice calm but sharp, already turning to the woman who’d been inspecting them earlier. My tone didn’t need repeating. The warriors moved immediately, unlocking the chains from around her ankles like their lives depended on it. Which, frankly, they did.She turned sharply to me the moment the last chain hit the

AlaricThe hallway was dim as I walked toward her room, the heavy silence broken only by the soft thud of my boots against marble. The meeting had dragged for too long—elders with their ancient opinions, as if they weren’t half-rotting under their robes. I didn’t hear a word they said after the first twenty minutes.All I could think about was her.The way she looked earlier, standing in the center of that hall with her chin high and her eyes full of fire. She didn’t whimper or cower like the others. She stared at me like she wanted to rip my heart out.And fuck if that didn’t make me want her more.I didn’t knock when I got to her room. Just opened the door. Quietly.She was asleep.Or maybe pretending. I could never tell with her.The room was lit by the faint glow of a lamp in the corner, casting warm shadows across the bed. She lay there on her side, knees curled slightly, back to the door. One arm slipped beneath the pillow. The sheet had slid down to her thighs, leaving the rest

CelineTwo warriors showed up in the afternoon. The same ones from days ago, I think. My body was still aching, my head pounding from the restless night and that damn bite still burning on my neck. It was like a brand, a fucking reminder that no matter how much I fought, I was already marked. His. Even if I never accepted it.I heard them coming before I saw them—heavy footsteps in the hall, sharp voices echoing off the stone walls. The sound grated on my nerves, each step getting louder, closer, until my stomach twisted in knots. My heart pounded, my body tense. Then the door creaked open and there they were, standing in the doorway like fucking vultures. Eyes cold, grips ready.I didn’t even get a chance to move before they grabbed me, one on each arm. Their hands rough and bruising against my skin.“Let me go,” I snapped, struggling as they dragged me out of the room. My feet barely touched the floor. The hallway blurred around me as they moved fast, uncaring.“Save your strength,

AlaricTrying to tough it out wasn’t fucking working.It had been days, and still... The mistake clung to me. Seared into my head. The bite. The mark. The goddamn pull that kept crawling under my skin like a sickness. Every time I so much as closed my eyes, there she was... that stubborn little Omega... pressed beneath me... that soft throat... and worse... the maddening ache that made me want to pin her to any flat surface I could find and—Fuck.I blew out a hard breath, dragging both hands over my face. The pressure building in my head was relentless. Not even training had dulled it. Not even blood.And I still hadn’t told Cade about it. Not one damn word. How the hell could I? I was Alpha. I didn’t fuck up. And yet here I was... already marked her... when we hadn’t even begun the fucking breeding process.I cursed under my breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. It was supposed to be simple, no connection between the Alpha and the breeder, she wasn't going to be my Luna, a fleet