All Chapters of Unwanted Breeder For The Rogue King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

IsoldeThe trek down the streets made Isolde perspire profusely. The harsh bite of the sun wasn’t making it any easier either. She tiptoed behind the lord and Alfos, who didn’t seem to let go of her sister.Worry gnawed at her heart. She wondered where they were taking her sister. Was he about to make her a breeder?Isolde weaved cautiously through the hordes of men roaming up and down the street. Some were vendors, calling out to customers to come and buy their products. Their noise heavy in the air.She could hear those giving reasons why people should buy from them. Isolde had seen males before, no doubt, but not this many.She held back her fear of anyone harassing her and forged ahead. Of course, the people created a path for the lord and his beta to whisk past, and Isolde tapped into that opportunity as well, following the pair that was taking her sister away.She had a strong urge to call them out by their names, but if she did, Draco would hinder her from finding out where the

DracoDraco’s arms were spread as the servants fussed all over him, fixing his clothing right after he finished his bath. They were preparing him for the evening’s match in the pit.Draco couldn’t deny that he had been looking forward to the match. The gladiators had been in intense training lately. A raven had landed some time ago from the Seven Sages, informing them about the upcoming Blood Summit. The Summit was usually held once every three months between the demon clan and the rogue lycan clan. The Sages were usually the hosts. A lot of activities occurred during the Summit, and the gladiators’ match was one of them. Since they received the message, the pit’s Champion Titanus had taken it upon himself to train the younger gladiators. Today, the first match for the younger gladiators would be held, and Draco needed to be there to watch their improvement.“My lord,” one of the servants gestured for him to raise his leg so they could fit his breeches on him.With a grunt, Draco ra

Isolde.The pit was the last place Isolde would willingly step into. It held a bad memory for her, and yet the lord had commanded her to be there.Isolde, of course, would have refused to obey his orders, but she wouldn’t dare defy him now, at least not when her sister’s life was on the line. So, she dutifully obeyed him. Dressed in a tiny spaghetti dress with a plunging neckline, she made her way out of the tower.When she passed the grounds, her eyes flicked to the place she sat with Carldo earlier. The male was only teaching her Abbator’s dance steps, only for Draco to come and ruin everything.He always ruined things for her. Isolde remembered how Carldo had jittered when Draco towered over him. He whispered something to him, and Isolde was wondering what that was.He had this strange look on his face at that moment Isolde couldn’t read it. But it was borderline dark, like he was going to murder Carldo.Why would he be looking that way? She wondered. Well, whatever the look was, i

Isolde.Isolde still couldn’t make sense of what had transpired in Draco’s chambers even now. She knew it wasn’t about the bet at the pit.It was something more. Yet no matter how she tried to solve the puzzle, it remained difficult.The clattering noise pulled her from her reverie. She looked down at her wounded knuckle, the one Edrand stepped on. Isolde swore to pay him back at the right time, maybe when she must have escaped from Bloomington.Roga was addressing the wound, applying some stinging ointment on it. When she finished, she tied a fabric around it.“This will allow it to heal, my lady,” the older female said, flicking her lashes up to stare at Isolde.She just nodded. However, Isolde knew her wound, being minor, would heal fast without the fuss of treatment. Even though the hairpin restrained her ability to shift into her lycan form, it didn’t dull some of her abilities.She could heal pretty fast if it was a minor wound. She couldn’t perceive scents from far away or hear

Draken.The people parted ways for Draken and Agolf as they headed to Merisbeth’s breeding house. The noises of the street vendors, beggars, and peddlers ricocheted through the air.All that, and yet, Draken barely paid attention. In his mind’s eye, all he saw was the nine birthlings the breeders had given birth to for over two months. Draken only paid them a visit once in a blue moon. Before those visits, the instructor would keep the breeders who had given birth for the lord in a special room where they’d wait until it was time for inspection.The inspection time was what the failed breeders feared the most. Draken had never been one to tolerate failure. He always punished the failed breeders in the most barbaric ways known to man, and the punishment always varied depending on his mood.Today, no one knew his mood or the punishment the failed breeders would face. They moved past the bustling streets and markets to the quieter side of Merisbeth.The only noise that could be heard wa