All Chapters of Unwanted Breeder For The Rogue King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Draco.The Butcher's screeches continued as Draco fed his beastuntil it was sated. He let go of his father, and he tumbled on the floor, bloodgushing from his neck.He shook, clasping a weak, shaky hand over the wound. Helooked weakly at Draco, panting half-heartedly. He watched his son walk back and forth in the enclosedspace, frustrated. People assumed theButcher was dead after stoning him to death at Veilsgrove, the house of theseven sages where judgment was passed onto his father, but he wasn't dead.Draco had taken him away and kept him here to live the restof his miserable days until he took his last breath. He guessed bad people don't die easily, given his fatherstill breathed even though he was generally weak. Draco kept him here as punishment. He never bothered to finda healer to treat his wounds all these years. When his curse first manifested, Draco had been here,letting his father see what his actions caused him to turn into. Draco sworethat as long as the

DrakenThe streets of Merisbeth were crowded, the males happilycheering at Draken as he passed with his entourage in a carriage. His bodytwitched as the carriage galloped. He looked through the window and saw hispeople happily throwing rose petals into the air. Some were intently playing musical instruments in Draken'shonor. Everyone knew what was about to go down-his marriage to Lady Denee.Within the weeks Denee had spent in Merisbeth, she hadgathered the people's approval. Draken wasn't surprised to see that as Deneehad embarked on almsgiving, promising the people it was time the demon clanrose to power in Bloomington. That alone made it easy for the people to agree to theirmarriage. Not that it matters to Draken. If the female from the east would pay up his debts to makehim eligible as a contender for the Ice throne, then he'd marry her.Behind his carriage was Denee's. Draken saw her waving atthe people, smiling brightly at them. He looked back inside as the male be

IsoldeThe feelings pounding through Isolde since she healed in thepast few days had gone haywire. Every day she woke up, all she thought aboutwas the lord. His huge, magnificent frame would fill her mind, making hersalivate. She thought about him every minute of the day. Dreamt about him even.It was hard to stop. Isolde had once rejected his proposal, but now she was theone targeting Draco. It wasn't helping that she was in her heat. It seemed now she was in her heat, Draco's hotness added anotch. Like his hotness personified. Isolde would sneak fleeting glances at him whenever hepassed by, seemingly unaware of her scorching stares.Was he really unaware of the way she was looking at him? Isolde would bet her life that Draco could feel her gazecrawling and tickling his skin. It's so hot and can't be missed.Maybe he just didn't want to acknowledge her. That madeIsolde cranky. Gods be damned, she wanted Draco. She craved him like he washer lifeline. Ugh! She grumbled

IsoldeEveryone had already gathered around the dining table for breakfast except Lord Draco. Isolde had helped Roga in preparing the breakfast after promising the older female she wasn't about to poison Draco again. At least not after that intense moment between them back at the training room a week ago. Draco had exited the room wordlessly after licking her substance off his gloved finger. But he left with a sour look on his face, like he shouldn't have done what he did there. That expression haunted Isolde. She felt Draco was embittered because she rejected his proposal, what felt like a lifetime ago. Guilt gnawed at her for her actions. It seemed as though Isolde was toying with Draco's feelings, even her own feelings. That occurrence in the training room that day solidified Isolde's feelings for Draco. She wanted the lord just like he wanted her. The decision made Isolde start seeking Draco out, but her eyes had never set on him since that day, even though he was in the tow

IsoldeThe breeders were being herded into the courtroom by thetime Isolde found out where the sentinels were taking them. She panted as herlungs stretched from having broken into a run not long ago.She perched over the wall for a beat, wanting to calm herracing heart and wet her mouth with her saliva. She moved again, having managedto get herself together, clamping the skirt of her dress in both hands. It shouldn't be what she was thinking. Draco couldn't selectnew breeders. Oh, it's not just one breeder but twenty! Seriously? He was going to ditch her for twenty females? "He's doing it because I said no to his proposal. He's onlytrying to make me jealous," she muttered under her breath, her long hairflailing at her back. She just couldn't stand the thought of Draco with otherfemales. It singed her lunges like a branding iron, making it impossible to breathe.This was what Draco had been planning all the while heavoided her? If Draco was doing this to make her jealous,