Semua Bab The Ruthless Alpha’s Breeder: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CelineI could feel the heat from his body. He leaned in and kissed me again, his body pressing harder on me, I could feel his hardness, his eyes dark and full of lust, hunger... I could tell just how much he was holding back. His hand slid up my thigh, fingers grazing bare skin under the thin fabric of my dress. My pulse hammered."You know, you always try to show that you have control over the situation," he growled, "but you're wrong sweetie, I let you have your way in such a short time and you have forgotten your fucking place in a hurry." He whispered into my ears.I hated him.I hated what he was doing to me.But the worst part... was how my body trembled for him anyway.I squeezed my thighs together, but it didn’t matter. The air felt charged, every breath too loud, too shaky. I wanted to push him off, to fight him... but my body wasn’t listening.I sucked in a shaky breath. The moment I parted my lips, his mouth was there—tongue sliding deep, stealing the sound from me. The mo

AlaricI was losing my fucking patience.Days of this nonsense... of her refusing to eat, wasting away in my damn packhouse like some defiant little bitch. If she thought this would move me, thought it would soften me—she was out of her mind.But damn it… I could not get her out of my head. The feel of her, the sounds she made when she broke under my mouth...I clenched my jaw. My cock had been aching all damn day, a low burning need that refused to go away. No matter how many meetings I forced myself to sit through, no matter how many rounds I ran, the tension just built.It was her. The stubborn little thing. Even weak and starving, she haunted me.Her scent still lingered in my fucking mind. Her taste. The way she gasped, trembling under me when her release hit...I growled under my breath. Enough.I needed to fuck something before I snapped and stormed that damn room of hers myself.I stalked out of my study and caught one of the guards in the hall."Send for Ilaria," I ordered, v

Alaric"Are you okay?"What the fuck was wrong with me?The words came out before I could pull them back. I wasn’t even sure why I asked. Reflex, maybe. Guilt. Or just the silence stretching too long between us.She turned her head sharply.That look she gave me could’ve sliced skin."Was that meant for me?" Her voice was rough, cracked from days of silence, but her tone was anything but weak. "Since when did my well-being matter to you?"My jaw tensed.She sat up on the bed with effort, still wrapped in that damn blanket she refused to shed, still refusing food like she thought wasting herself would punish me.Her eyes burned. Not from tears. From spite. From something sharper."You’re full of shit," she said. "Don’t act like you care now just because someone else walked in."I didn't move. Didn’t speak.She kept going.Jerome made a sound behind me. "Damn. Dude... no freaking way."I didn’t turn. My eyes were still locked on her.She leaned forward a little, voice lower now, cutting

CelineI walked without seeing anything.The corridor blurred. Walls. Doors. Faces. I didn’t register any of it. I just walked. One foot after the other, trying not to collapse, trying not to think about Nessa’s voice, or my mother’s silence. Or the look on Milo’s face. Empty. Fragile.The air was thick in my throat.I turned a corner, hoping I wouldn’t run into anyone. I didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to explain the deadweight inside my chest. I just wanted to disappear. Nessa doesn't understand the situation, she thinks being the Alpha's breeder is luxury?I'm selfish, you think I am enjoying the situation? I wanted to scream but I held back, my insides churning. That bastard had ordered I should be left to look around, although I know they still watch me even though it looks like I am free, it's just freedom from that fancy prison they called room. I was completely lost in my head when I heard a voice that made me flinch.“You must be her.”I stopped walking. A girl about my age

CelineOver the next two days, I didn’t see the inside of that cell again, but my heart remained trapped in it with my mother and Milo. Nessa, on the other hand, was a different story.She was out.Out like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't been thrown in the same cell as my mother and Milo. Her hair was combed. She wore actual clothes. A dress I hadn’t seen on any of the maids — something new, probably given to her. I saw her that morning walking next to Alaric, laughing at something he said. Like she wasn’t supposed to be grieving too. Like Milo wasn’t still coughing in a cold, dark cell.And Alaric? He looked entertained. He said nothing about the last time we’d spoken — like the kiss hadn’t happened, like I hadn’t shoved him away and told him I’d bleed to death before carrying his heir. Maybe it amused him to ignore it. Maybe it fed some sick part of him to pretend none of it mattered.I watched them from the corridor, hidden behind the arch of the staircase. They walked side