Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ruthless Alpha’s Breeder: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 79

AlaricI watched her move around the room like she carried something I couldn’t reach anymore. Her silence scraped at me. Her shoulders stiff, her back turned. Every step she took felt like she was drawing a line between us, and I hated that line more than anything.Distance was wrecking everything on my inside.“Celine.” My voice was sharp enough to cut the air. She didn’t flinch, but I saw the way her hand hesitated for a second before she set the glass on the table. She thought she could keep ignoring me.I pushed off the chair and closed the space. The sound of my boots against the floor echoed in the quiet. She stayed still, like she thought standing her ground would make me retreat. She was wrong.I caught her wrist and pulled her to face me. Her eyes flashed, defiance written in every angle of her jaw. That defiance both infuriated me and lit something raw in my chest.“You’ve been turning your back on me,” I said in a low tone. “In my house. In my bed. You think I won’t notice

AlaricThe door shut behind us with a heavy thud, sealing me in with him. Kellen stood across the room, his stance too relaxed for someone who had just challenged me in front of my pack. His eyes were steady, sharp, waiting. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to speak it.I didn’t sit. I kept my hands behind my back, my posture rigid, my control hanging by a thread.“Speak,” I said flatly.He didn’t hesitate. “Celine’s bloodline isn’t as dead as you think. Her aunt is alive. She’s in my pack. And she’s waiting for her.”The words hit like a strike to the chest. I kept my face cold, but inside, the weight pressed down hard. He had my attention, and he fucking knew it.“Alive?” I repeated, keeping my tone sharp, uncaring.Kellen nodded once. “Alive. She’s the only family Celine has left.”I felt the crack in my composure, but I forced it down, letting arrogance slide over it like armor. “And you think throwing her name in the air will give you leverage?”His jaw twitched. “I d

CelineDays passed slowly in Kellen’s pack. Slow enough that time felt like a thing you could touch. I woke to a silence that wasn’t threaded with fear. People moved without the small violence I’d learned to expect at Nightshade. That alone threw me off balance.My aunt tried to fill the gaps. She brought out small things—nothing big, nothing heroic. A frayed ribbon, a wooden toy a child might have played with, a folded scrap of cloth with a faded stitch. She handled them like they were treasures and set them in my hands like she was handing me pieces of my life back.“You have her eyes,” she said once, sitting close on the low bench. Her voice was small and rough. “When you look at me, I see her.”I looked at the scrap of cloth and the thread under my nails and I tried to hold steady. Her words landed soft and dangerous. I wanted to ask everything and nothing at once. My mouth kept closing like someone had shut it for me.“You look tired,” she said after a beat, fingers finding mine.

AlaricThe night was thick and still, Silence pressed on my ears until I could almost hear my own pulse. Celine felt too distant from where I stood. I stormed into Kellen’s pack with no hesitation, my wolf already on edge, a violent hunger coiling in my chest.An hour ago, I’d been on my way to Celine. She had stayed longer than she should, and I already felt the irritation of her testing my patience. But then I feel a sharp pain, my head felt light, a sudden drain that nearly knocked me off my feet. I could feel my chest tight, my vision blurred for a moment, it was clearly a signal through our mate bond. She was in trouble.I snapped at my driver to step on it. “Full speed, now.” The tires screamed against the road as we cut through the night. Every second felt like an eternity, the air thick with the iron tang of dread that sat heavy in my mouth. My wolf clawed at me from the inside, demanding I move faster, that I tear through whatever stood between me and her.The moment we arriv

CelineI heard Jerome before I saw him, the soft pad of his boots on the rug, the way he cleared his throat when he was trying not to make a scene. The library had been quiet, the kind of quiet that let you hear the small things: the clock’s tick, the pages of a book turning down the hall. It felt fragile, and I clung to that fragility like it might keep me from falling apart.He stopped right behind my chair. I didn’t jump this time.“Celine.”His voice was low. Not the joke-laced tone he used when he wanted to lighten the room, but a flat, steady thing. Concern. I turned slowly.“You okay?” he asked. Simple. Direct.I should have said no and kept the whole truth shut behind the rawness in my throat. Instead I answered like a person required to be sensible. “I’m here.”He came around and sat opposite me. The chair creaked under him. He smelled like rain and coffee, like he had walked across the pack to find me. His hands folded over a book he wasn’t reading.“I heard they tried to k