All Chapters of Bred by the Vortan Alphas : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Melissa's POV “And when do I get to have the note” I asked as I took a step closer.I just hoped she wasn't going to toy with me. I won't forgive her.“As soon as you are done completing this assignment, I'll hand you the note” She replied with a nod.“You had better play your part remember ” she continued.“I will. A deal is a deal don't forget Lady Delilah” I responded.She left the room immediately with the sound of her heels echoing through the hallwayI washed my face quickly and adjusted my hair, before going through the wardrobe. I picked up a black gown immediately and dashed out from the room. Furthermore, I didn't want Alpha Magnus to get annoyed ****I walked into the Penthouse as I stared around. I stared at the chandeliers and wondered why he didn't allow just anyone come into the Penthouse. This could be a safe heaven for him.The Penthouse was built close to the mansion, The two buildings were surrounded by the same gates, but no one dared to come closer to the Pentho

Melissa's POV I hurriedly took a bag and changed, my mind racing with the events of the day. I couldn't shake off the feeling that Delilah might call off the deal if I was late, but I had no choice. Likewise, I had just gotten back from the Alpha, and now I was meeting Delilah. I knocked on her door, closing my eyes and preparing for her potential annoyance.One of Delilah's bodyguards answered, searching me before allowing me to enter. Delilah walked in from. Her bedroom, it was obvious that she was about to have her night rest before I arrived. Luck was definitely on side.She walked in slowly and then grabbed a seat close by the window, she adjusted the curtains to let in a view of the night. She could see the beautiful stars through the window as she gave a sly smile."Why are you just coming now, Melissa?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of irritation."The Alpha had just let me go not quite long," I replied, trying to explain the delay.I had known Delilah for days, but

Melissa's POV The echoes of a person being chased resonated deeply within me, my heart racing with every step, every gasp. I strained my ears, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, but it seemed to be coming from all directions at once. My eyes darted around the deserted Pack Sanctum, the darkness seeming to amplify the sense of danger that lurked in every shadow.Despite my initial hesitation, I felt an inexplicable pull towards the sound, a sense of foreboding that seemed to grow with every step. As I walked slowly towards the direction of the noise, my heart pounded in my chest, warning me to turn back. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that the maid was somehow connected to this, that she might be in trouble.Suddenly, I stumbled upon her, her body weak and trembling as she fell towards me. I caught her carefully, trying to prevent her from tripping, and that's when I saw the blood. My eyes widened in horror as I realized the extent of her injuries. She had been stabbe

Melissa's POVI sprang up from bed with a start, my heart racing like the blaring of an alarm. But it wasn't the alarm that woke me – it was another nightmare, a haunting replay of the events from the previous night. The images lingered in my mind: her eyes, her pale face, the blood stains on her dress, the blood on her abdomen, her weak body. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, panting slightly as I tried to shake off the vivid memories. My chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath As I sat up, I realized I had woken up an hour earlier than expected. Today marked the beginning of my new role as a healer at the Blackthorn Pact Medical, a fresh chapter in my life. While a part of me was thrilled at the prospect, I couldn't shake off the feeling that the Blackthorn Pact was a place of darkness, cruelty, brutality and hostility. The memories of the maid's fate still lingered, and I knew I had to focus on my new role if I wanted to stay alive.I made my way to the bathroom, sinkin

Melissa's POV The physician and I approached Ryker's bedside, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his current state and the surroundings. Ryker lay motionless, his pale skin a testament to his prolonged illness. Despite his fragile appearance, there was something about him that seemed... innocent. His features suggested a gentle soul, one that wouldn't harm a fly.As I drew closer, I noticed the subtle signs of wealth and privilege that lingered around him. His clothing, though simple, was of high quality, and the bed he lay on was adorned with intricate carvings. It was clear that Ryker came from a wealthy family.But who exactly were his family? And where were they when Ryker needed them the most? Don't they come to see him?My gaze fell upon the physician, and I asked that had been burning on my mind. But the more I stared at him, I could notice that Ryker wasn't unconscious just naturally, something though has made him lie motionless. "Why is he being sedated