Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Breeder's Return for Vengeance : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I was not having a miscarriage. My baby was fine. I chanted this to myself as I struggled to get off the floor. My baby was fine.Daphne helped me up and whispered into my ears, “You have to tell them.”No, my baby was fine. If I believed it long enough, it would be true.Daphne's clutch on my arm grew tighter. “Ma'am. You have to tell somebody. You can't let her get away with this.”Her words made me realize that I couldn’t escape reality, that I couldn't fool myself any longer. My baby was gone. And Ianthe was the cause.“You have to tell him,” Daphne whispered again, urgency in her voice, fear in her eyes.“I — I can't. Oh, goddess, I can't. He'll kill me. He'll think I lied.”“Look —”I cut her off, desperation clawing at me. “We don't know if it's a miscarriage, right? We don't know yet. It could be anything.”She didn't say anything, but her eyes showed pity.Alpha Roman's voice rang out from the living room downstairs. “Did that two cent whore heard that she's been summoned or

AGNAR'S POVWithout taking my eyes off the figure on the couch, I said to Sebastian. “Tell me everything that happened.”He sighed then began pacing the room as if he couldn't contain himself. “She was running.” I kept quiet, letting him speak at his own pace.“She was running from someone, away from the house. She ran into the street. I was driving by.”I looked up at him. “Did you hit her?”“Almost. I stopped just in time.”“The bandage round her leg?” I asked, looking at the hurriedly wrapped blood-soaked piece of clothing around her leg. “Someone threw an arrow at her. She was running from that bastard Roman. She was being chased. I had to cast a cloaking spell for me to get away with her and I couldn't risk taking her to the hospital.”I looked down at the figure on the sofa again. My mate.She looked almost dead, her legs and arms filled with bruises and cuts.Her face and a part of her nose were clotted with blood in various areas.I forced myself not to think and to only foc

I gasped awake in bed, holding on to my throat, where I had been stabbed in my dreams. My body was covered in sweat, my nightgown clinging to my damp skin. Oh, Goddess, oh Goddess.You're fine, you're fine, I chanted to myself as I tried to control my erratic breathing.The room was silent, but the weight of the dream pressed down on me, making it feel suffocating."Who's there?!" I blurted out as I suddenly heard the handle of the door being touched. The door opened, and Agnar stepped in, his footsteps as quiet as that of a cat."It's me," he said, his voice low. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you." "No, you didn’t. I wasn’t asleep." There was a pause before he asked, "You okay?" "Y-yes. I just had a terrible dream." In the dream, Roman had torn open my stomach and pulled my unborn child out with his arms. After that, he had lodged a knife in my throat. The memory of it made me shudder involuntarily. Even now, my entire body still trembled with cold and fear."Do you need anything

Agnar's PovI looked up from the table as I heard footsteps decending the stairs.It was her. I hid a small smile of pleasure as she came fully into the room, looking hesitant and unsure.Before I could speak, Ivar, a near psychopath and one of my best men, beamed a 100 mega-watts smile at her. “Hello, there. Come on and don't be shy,” he stood up from his chair and pulled one out for her beside him. “Have a seat beside me.”“Fool,” growled Sebastian as he bit fiercely into a drumstick. “You'll scare her with your madness. Don't sit beside him, Serene.”Etienne stood up and pulled out the empty seat between him and me as Ivar sat back down with a scowl. He flashed Serene, one of those smiles that captured hearts easily. “Here, Serene, come sit here so I can serenade you with stories and songs,”Sebastian snorted. “You couldn't serenade a smiling baby if your life depended on it.”“That child will burst into everlasting tears, never to smile again.” Ivar piped up, and they all burst in

Serene's PovThey all waited for Erik to begin speaking.Erik drew a slow breath. He looked strained. “He refuses to release her. He… demands a meeting. With you, Agnar. Face to face.”“Well, that isn't a surprise,” said Etienne, the usual humour in his voice gone.“Anything else?” Agnar asked, watching Erik intently.“Nothing much. Just that he only left me alive to get the message across to you. He also communicated —in the most colourful words — that he would have your head on a platter and would make her watch while he does it.” His gaze cut to me as he finished speaking. “Oh,” he said, “Sorry. I didn't notice you. I was too hungry to.”I was barely listening to him — the pounding of my heart drowning out anything else. Roman wouldn't let my mother go. My survival had caused her her safety.“So what do we do?” Etienne asked Agnar.“We give him what he wants,” he replied. “When and where would he like to meet?”“He wants to meet tomorrow evening. By the oak tree near the lake. An e