All Chapters of Unwanted Breeder For The Rogue King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Draco.Rodrik was always diligent in his work. For centuries, he had been Abbator’s soulgazer, ordained with the gift of reaching out to the god of bond to know the people he had paired.Draco knew it was Rodrik who helped his mother, Solane, and his father, Cormac, realize they were fated mates. Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco.He remembered the time he spent with his father growing up, as he taught Draco kingly etiquette, sparring, and alpha command. He made him memorize the names of the seven gods of Bloomington and their deeds as he led him through the temple.Draco particularly loved the story of Gharok, the god of creation, who was married to a beautiful damsel named Selene, one of his creations. The legend said that Gharok loved Selene so much that he made her the goddess of the moon.Together, the pair ruled the world. It was the Creator, Gharok, who cursed him after his fathe

IsoldeAfter such intense pleasure training Isolde had received from Roga, battling with Edrand was the last thing she needed.Isolde only wanted to curl up on her bed and rest. The training had been strenuous, more than what she received under the keeper at Kalingrad.There she was meant to serve different men, hence, there were variations in the training she received, but here in Abbator, she was meant to serve one man.Roga had told her during the training that the lord only meted out pain to his breeders. No one had ever known his soft side except Edrand. Of course, that idea had stung Isolde so hard in the chest.She didn’t understand the reason she felt that way, and all she could think about was Edrand and Draco the previous night, all tangled limbs and lips.She had not seen Draco handling his breeders, but after what she saw in Edrand’s room, Isolde knew the woman was in no way lying to her about Draco’s soft spot for Edrand.It had taken Isolde a monumental effort to shove t

IsoldeIsolde blinked rapidly so her eyes would adjust to the darkness of the room. Her nerves made her tremble. Even without seeing what was in the room yet, Isolde already went into panic mode.“Please don’t make me stay. Please,” she pleaded, but it was in vain. She whirled on her feet and attempted to run when Alfos released her hand to light up the torches. Before Isolde could reach the door, Alfos arrested her wrist, halting her flight. Fiercely, he slammed her against his chest and roared.“What do you think you’re doing?”“I want to escape! I didn’t do anything!” She threw a fit, her legs flailing in the air as Alfos lifted her with his powerful arm that banded around her waist.The rush of hot tears dripping down Isolde’s eyes tainted Alfos’s hand that was around her waist. He turned her back around as she flailed.“It’ll do you good if you stop trying to escape!” He hissed as they moved across the room.Isolde trembled, her eyes unable to catch a glimpse of what was in the

Isolde.“No one. Not the gods, and especially not you,” she spat through gritted teeth.Isolde didn’t understand why he was doing this. No one had ever made her this scared and needy before except Draco.She gasped and shuddered, hearing how the dagger slipped in and out of her heat. Her skin still perspired greatly from the heat saturating the room, but it was Draco’s heat that rendered her helpless. Before the male, she was powerless. Her body already proved it, seeing how her clit throbbed and her entrance spilled waters of need at the sight of Draco, her nipples hard as rock.When he careened his face close to hers, their lips nearly touching, Isolde felt the strong urge to paste her lips on his and kiss him. Gods be damned, she’d always wanted to know how they tasted. For a moment there, she thought Draco would lick her lips with his tongue, but he only floated it in the air, making her sigh in disappointment.Now he was fucking her sex, thrusting the dagger into her walls, and

Isolde.A stint of silence swept between them as she gauged Roga to know if she was making this up. Yet all Isolde could see was the sincerity in the woman’s face.Now, her eyes have turned red. Roga flapped her lashes as if willing whatever tears gathering away.“How?” Isolde finally summoned the courage to ask. She watched Roga’s throat bobbing. The paleness of the older female’s skin told Isolde how afraid Roga was.“He’s the master. The lord’s male. Sire Edrand has the power to do whatever he wants. Power to bend others to his will a lot of times,” Roga said, but her voice was thick with emotions.Isolde willed herself to move closer. She held Roga’s hand and asked in a whisper, “Has this ever happened before?”“A lot of times in the past. Before he left for the Abbey of Thorns…”“Abbey of Thorns? What is that?” She interrupted Roga, trying to sate her curiosity.“It’s a reviving camp. For those with dementia. The Abbey is guarded by mages called Abbots,” she supplied.All the whi