Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Breeder's Return for Vengeance : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Serene’s POVMy legs moved on their own. I didn’t remember starting the walk, but there I was—heading home.Thoughts crashed in my mind like thunder, loud and relentless. Everything felt tight in my chest as I recalled what I’d seen: the marching, the glowing eyes, the unnatural stillness.I tried to shake the image away, but it clung to me like glue.What were they? Why did one of them look at me like that? And who was the man that saved me? Where had he come from? How did he know I was Agnar's mate?My breathing turned uneven. My chest rose and fell too quickly, as though I couldn’t get enough air. The night was cool, but my skin burned like I had a fever.I tried to quiet the noise in my mind, but the memories clawed their way back, sharper than ever.“You’re fine,” I whispered to myself.But I wasn’t.Every tree I passed, every flickering shadow, made me flinch. It felt like the night had grown teeth—watching me, waiting.I shivered and pulled my shawl tighter. The path home stret

Agnar's PovI watched as she opened the door and slipped out, leaving room for Sebastian to come in.“Hello, Serene,” said that bastard as he took her hand and raised it to his mouth.A wisp of a smile touched her lips. “Hello, Sebastian.”“Had a nice night?”“Yes, I did. Thank you,” she said.I raised an eyebrow at the reply.I doubted if she indeed had a nice night — with seeing the NightMarchers yesterday evening and being consumed by her plans for Roman, I doubted if she'd had a nice night in a long while.Sebastian entered the room and shut the door close. His eyes swept over the desk and landed on Serene’s teacup.“Been playing the charming British host, I see.”“Just the charming host,” I corrected. “Nothing British about it, but I don't blame you. It's something you can't relate to as a Neantherdal.” I raised my cup to my lips and lowered it. “What do you want?” “Don't I at least get some tea?”Wordlessly, I took another teacup from the bar beside me and poured. I watched as

SERENE'S POV As we slipped into the mansion, I clutched Ivar’s hand tightly, even though I knew it made no difference. No one could see us. His invisibility spell cloaked us both like a second skin. Still, my heart pounded like a war drum in my chest."Relax," Ivar whispered beside me, his voice nothing but a breath against my ear. "No one can see us."Relaxing seemed like a distant option, despite the fact that I knew I was safe with the edge his power gave us.I had found out about it the night we had dinner at the Alpha King's. When I'd asked him about how he knew what happened between Ianthe and I in the King's palace, he'd caved in at the end and admitted that he had the power of invisibility and he had been in the King's compound with us all along, watching as the meeting went on.A part of my plan formulated then and there, and now I needed that power. I wanted to see Daphne and speak with her. I couldn't leave her to rot here.“You okay?” Ivar asked, a low murmur. “I’m fin

SERENE'S POVShe stepped into the room, the scent of her cloying perfume preceding her, and paused at the threshold. Her gaze, sharp as chipped ice, scanned the entire room.For a minute, fear gripped me as we stood cloaked behind the wardrobe.What if she discovered us? I knew Ivar’s powers had us locked in, but she was the devil herself, and I didn't put anything past her.By the bedside, my friend's head was slightly bowed, and I could see that she was doing all she could to stop herself from shaking.Ianthe entered fully, her movements slow and predatory as she cradled her pregnant belly, the rustle of her silk gown like a serpent’s hiss in the otherwise quiet room.“Slave,” she called as she walked towards the bed, her voice a low purr that still seemed to scratch wildly against my ears.“Good evening, Mistress,” muttered Daphne. Her voice was flat, emotionless, but beneath it, I could hear the strength it held.“What are you doing in my room?”“To bring in the laundry.” came the

Serene's PovI woke up early the next morning before anybody did and slipped out.Where was I headed? The community that lived before the fields.The morning cold slapped my face and seeped into my bones, but I forged on.When Agnar had made the comment about going to pay a condolence visit, Etienne's words had come back rushing.“Witches who speak to the dead and wield magic darker than night itself. Seers who dream of tomorrow and tell tales of what's to come.”So I wanted to see them—the seers and the witches. I needed their help.The frost-laced air bit at my cheeks as I walked, breath misting with every exhale. The sun hadn’t yet risen above the tree line, and the world remained wrapped in that grey hush before dawn, where everything felt half-alive and waiting to breathe.I clutched the folds of my thick shawl tighter around me, the fabric offering little warmth. My mind flashed back to the events of that evening when I saw the NightMarchers. I could still see them in my mind’s