Semua Bab The Ruthless Alpha’s Breeder: Bab 31 - Bab 40

AlaricThe scent of blood hadn’t thickened the air yet, but I could already feel it coming. Like a storm that hadn’t broken but was circling above our heads, claws out, fangs bared.The wind carried the sounds before we got there—metal clashing, growls ripping through the trees, bodies hitting the ground with dull, heavy thuds. We were still a few yards out when my wolf started clawing at my skin. Not because I was afraid. No. Because I was pissed the fuck off.I picked up the pace, boots crushing against damp soil, the distant snapping of branches matching the crack in my patience. Cade jogged slightly ahead of me, tense, eyes narrowed.When we finally broke through the tree line and reached the border, the scene unfolding before us made something in me still.Our warriors were holding the line—no casualties yet, just scrapes and bruises, a few ripped shirts, some blood-stained knuckles—but they weren’t fighting to kill. They were still going easy, and I knew why.Because of Mara.He

CelineNessa was getting too comfortable—too damn comfortable acting like she belonged here. Walking around like the house was hers, flashing fake smiles at the Betas, laughing too loud like our mother wasn’t even cold in the ground.She’d always had a way of bouncing back from shit. But this? This wasn’t bouncing back. This was playing a dangerous game she had no business playing. And the worst part? She was starting to look like me.Same hair pulled back tight like mine. Wearing dresses I think the maids got for her. She even lingered too long near Alaric when he passed, pretending to ask him stupid questions, playing dumb just to get his attention.I couldn’t stomach it anymore.I cornered her behind the greenhouse where the others wouldn’t see. She turned when she heard my footsteps, then froze when she saw my face.“You will die,” I said flatly, keeping my voice low and steady. “And it won’t be by my hands.”Nessa blinked, pretending not to understand. “Celine—”“He’ll do it,” I

Celine I didn’t hear her at first. The room was dead silent, save for the distant scrape of rats or the wind pushing through the cracks of this shitty place. But I saw her shifting nervously near the wall. She kept glancing back at me, and then at the stone. That same stone I’d watched her sit by for weeks. I thought she was just losing her mind like the rest of us, picking at it like it was some kind of therapy. Turns out, she’d been working on it all along. “I found something,” she said in a whisper. Her voice barely made it to my ears. I turned my head slowly, not trusting the hope crawling up my spine. “What?” She looked around like someone might be listening, even though it was just the two of us. Then she moved, crouching by the wall again, fingers curling around the edge of a jagged rock. “Come see,” she whispered. I dragged myself to my feet, the ache in my legs screaming from another day of sitting too long on stone. My body always feels stiff now. Dead weight most times

AlaricThe room smelled of damp stone and burning herbs. I stood against the wall, arms crossed, watching the steam curl up from the wide bathtub in the center. The healer was bent over it, dropping bundles of crushed leaves into the water, murmuring to herself as the scent deepened—sharp, earthy, almost sweet under the heat. The maids moved around her like shadows, quick and careful, eyes down.Celine sat on the low stool beside the tub, silent. Not fighting, not trying to run. That was new. She just stared into the steam like she wasn’t really here.I knew why.The only reason she wasn’t clawing her way to the door was because I had brought her little one to her earlier. Let her see with her own eyes that the pup was safe. It wasn’t kindness. It was control, I wanted her steady. I wanted her to be still. And it worked—she was suddenly cooperative, letting them undress her without a word. She thought this was just a bath.She had no idea what I was preparing her for.The water ripple

CelineHis weight was still on me, heavy, his breathing uneven against my neck. My skin was slick with sweat, the air between us hot, and I hated myself for the fact that I hadn’t fought him the whole way. My chest rose and fell in sharp pulls, trying to find some space between us, but the bond pulsed faintly, smug, reminding me of what just happened.Then it happened—his body went rigid above me, head snapping up like a predator catching scent. His eyes glowed, not their usual molten glare, but sharper, brighter, gold cutting through the dim light. I felt the shift in his focus before he even moved.“What is it?” I whispered, my voice hoarse, throat still raw from my own sounds.He didn’t answer right away. He was listening—no, not just listening. Mindlinked. I could see it in the way his head tilted, the way his lips pressed into a flat, cold line. Then his gaze snapped to me. “Another pack is attacking Nightshade.” His voice was rough, clipped, already thinking ahead.My stomach dr