All Chapters of Unwanted Breeder For The Rogue King : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Edrand. It was midnight when Edrand made his move. After a whole day of endless bouts of pain, tears, and inward howls, he knew it was time to do something. How he was still breathing now surprised him because after passing through such pain, Edrand had opened his arms for the god of death to take him away. He'd prepared for that unforeseen departure into the other realm. But death never came. Perhaps the gods granted him another chance. They'd given him the opportunity to fight for himself, his honor, and his male. Isolde sure had had her fill, enjoyed Draco at best, but now was the time for Edrand to take it all back. To make her pay. And gods willing, Edrand would enjoy watching her eat the sand at his feet because that was what she deserved. While Abbator was asleep and the sentinels on routine napped, Edrand blended with the darkness, using it as a shield to slip away from the tower. He held his breath from slicing through the silent atmosphere and his robe from rustling ov

Draco."Don't fucking go easy on me, all of you! Hit me!" Draco'sroar split through the training track. He raked his swollen, red eyes at hismen, panting.He had come here very early in the morning, demanding thatthe gladiators challenge him. Knowing it was the lord, it was difficult for thegladiators to accept the challenge from him.But Draco didn't care! He needed to blow off some steam. Heneeded to save himself from the drowning sorrow. The pinpricks of anger gnawingat him after what happened last night.Draco was certain Isolde and her sister would be gone by thetime he returned to the tower.It sent a pang of pain through his chest, but what elsewould he do except man up and forget about the woman he loved?"Come on, challenge me, mortal gods! Do not hold back!" Hegrowled, beckoning to one of the six gladiators that circled him.The gladiators were already sweating profusely, showing howlong they had been at it.Eight freaking hours, and yet it didn't look like Draco w

Lucinda. “No!” She bit back a smile, her whole body tingling underhis piercing blue eyes. “Apparently, my sister seems to fancy your lord anddecided to stay back.”Alfos huffed, shaking his head. “Guess I didn’t see thatcoming.”“Yeah, me too.” She studied him. Lucinda didn’t know blackleather clothing could look this perfect on someone. It made her feel hot. Hereyes raked over his long black hair rolled into a bun. “Guess I will enjoy ithere at last,” she commented, earning a stare from Alfos.“What makes you say so?” He asked, taking the tankard of alethe bartender was handing over to him.“It appears Abbator, or should I say Bloomington, has thefinest of things? Like ales? Males…?” She shook when Alfos growled at herwords. “Gods! So grumpy.”“I’m not!” He snapped, circling his lips over the tankardand gulping down the ale greedily. She basked in the way the knot in his throatbobbed. It made her tingle.“Says the one who grunted just because I mentioned males.Can’t a gi

Draco peeled his gaze away from the fading sun, focusing onthe outdoor hallway as he heard Alfos's bootsteps approaching. His pursed lips twitched as he turned to face his beta,pulling his hands from the parapet and clasping them behind him. Draco lookeddifferent now, just like his beta. The usual harsh lines that marred his facewere nowhere to be seen. Although worry creased his brows, it was barely noticeable.He exhaled heavily as Alfos drew to a halt before him."There you are..." His words hung briefly in the air betweenthem as he surveyed the faint smile of satisfaction on the beta's lips. Wasthat a plump to his lips? The thought hovered in Draco's mind. "Were youdrinking ale or...drinking...?"The lord was certain Alfos understood the other type ofdrink he meant. He raised a brow at Alfos as he scoffed. "Gods, no, Dracolian.I've never drunk a male's juices. Ever.""But you've dicked one or gotten your ass fucked, eh?" Heteased Alfos, clearly knowing what the answer

Lucinda.Lucinda sleepily humped her bed, moaning, a blissful smile on her face as she dreamed about him again. His powerful hands on her body, teasing and touching, while dirty words left his mouth. Gods, his touch made her flare, her hunger for him mounting.She was dripping.Sleepily, Lucinda started to run her fingers over her drenched thighs so she could touch her aching nub.She had only managed a soft graze when her chamber doors slammed open.An agonized hiss vibrated from her chest as the sound of the blinds screeching open echoed in the room. The sun filtered in along with the autumn breeze.She groaned, slowly opening her eyes to peer at the intruder."Sister?" she croaked, tossing around.Then it hit her.It was the first day of autumn, which meant it was Fruit Hunting Day, their family tradition."Don't tell me you're sleeping in?" Isolde asked, arms crossed over her chest."I almost...forgot!" Lucinda admitted, propping up from the bed, her face flushed, which didn't esc