All Chapters of A Breeder For The Alpha King [Between the two worlds]: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31The door knob turned slowly with a soft creak, making Freya's heart leap into her throat. Her ears perked up instinctively as the door swung open. But to her dismay, it wasn’t Daniel. Instead, one of the maids stepped into the dimly lit room, a tray in hand.Freya gasped quietly and darted into the bathroom, still in her wolf form. Her fur shimmered slightly under the faint light spilling from the hallway. She moved with such urgency that her paws nearly slipped against the tiled floor.The maid paused, her brows furrowed. “Hello?” she called softly, stepping in.From the bathroom, Freya reached up with her paw and twisted the shower knob. Water gushed out almost instantly, echoing through the silence.Hearing the water, the maid nodded slowly, placing the tray on a small table near the door. “Mr. Daniel gave me the key. He asked me to check on you,” she said to no one in particular. “I guess you’re bathing.”Freya remained silent, not daring to make a sound. She pressed he

The room was too quiet after the door clicked shut.Freya sat on the edge of the bed, the wet towel still wrapped around her, and her hair dripping faintly onto her thighs. The confrontation with Daniel replayed in jagged flashes — the weight in his voice, the steel in his eyes, the way he stepped closer until she felt the air shift between them.Her pulse still hadn’t fully calmed.You almost got caught.The voice slid into her mind like a shadow — sharp, familiar, and impossible to ignore.Freya closed her eyes. “Not now, Irene.”Yes, now. The wolf’s tone was clipped, her presence pulsing faintly in the back of Freya’s head. That fur… you didn’t even notice it. Do you have any idea what that means?Freya swallowed. “It means I need to be more careful.”It means we’re slipping, Irene shot back. We’re in the wrong world, Freya. This place is draining you. You’re slower, weaker, and too distracted to even smell the danger under your own nose.Freya stood, crossing the room to pull on h

By noon, the office felt louder than usual. Phones rang, printers churned, and voices overlapped in the background like static.Freya sat at her desk, typing steadily, her eyes fixed on the screen. Her hands moved with practiced rhythm, but her breathing felt too shallow, each inhale dragging just a fraction longer than it should.You should have gone home, Irene muttered.“I told you, I’m fine,” Freya murmured under her breath.Fine people don’t grip the desk every time they stand.Freya ignored her, focusing instead on the clock. The quarterly strategy meeting was in less than ten minutes, and she was expected to attend. That meant a long conference table, Daniel at the head, and every department head watching her take notes.She gathered her notepad and pen, willing her legs to move without hesitation.---The meeting room was bright with glass walls and a panoramic view of the city. Freya took a seat near the end, opposite Daniel. He glanced her way briefly — just long enough for

NORTHRIDGE PARKAlpha Logan stood in the grand council chamber, his gaze like a blade against the polished stone floor. The massive space was dimly lit, the flickering torchlight making the carved wolf emblems on the walls seem almost alive. Two healers stood before him — the same men who had treated Freya when she was injured during the last rogue attack. Their cloaks were heavy with herbs, the air around them sharp with the scent of wolfsbane and sage.“You’re certain?” Logan’s voice was deep, low, but carried the weight of command that could crush anyone who lied to him.The elder of the two healers — an iron-haired man named Mirea — inclined his head. “We have traced the remnants of her scent and energy signature. She is… no longer within our realm.”The second healer, younger but no less serious, added, “Alpha, we also sense something stronger binding her here. She is already bonded to you. When you named her your chosen breeder, the link was sealed. If she is not brought back qu

Preparations in Northridge started and carried a tension sharp enough to slice through steel. For three days the pack moved like a beast with its eyes fixed on prey, with alpha Logan at the helm, unrelenting and merciless in his resolve.Logan had spoken only little since the revelation of Freya’s departure. His commands were brief, reserving his words for when he finally met Freya. Everyone knew better than to test him. The scarf never left his possession; it was clenched in his hand when he gave orders, tucked against his chest when he slept, and sometimes—when he thought no one saw—he lifted it to his face as though to breathe her in, that familiar scent of hers.Theodore and Xavier, his most trusted men, bore the brunt of his rage-driven planning. Maps of ley lines stretched across long tables in the war room. Ancient scrolls of passage between realms were unrolled and studied until the candles burned to nubs. The portal stones were unearthed from vaults sealed for centuries. Eac