All Chapters of A Breeder For The Alpha King [Between the two worlds]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Freya sat silently on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body shaking as the sobs refused to stop. Her heart was raw. She could barely hear Samantha’s voice through the storm of her grief, but then the words cut through her thoughts..“See? Irene is back,” Samantha said, her eyes fixed on Freya. “And that’s because you’re in Northridge. You belong here. Stop fighting it, Freya. Just let it go. You’ll be fine soon.”Freya’s lips parted, but no sound came. Her throat burned as though words had turned to ash inside her. She wanted to argue, to scream, to reject everything Samantha was saying, but she couldn’t. Her chest tightened, and the tears came harder. Memories of the human world flooded her—the late-night talks with Daniel, the little moments of laughter with strangers who had no idea who she was, the taste of freedom she had once thought would last forever.She sank deeper into the bed, pulling her knees close as though she could shield herself from reality. The sobs tu

Theodore and Samantha had barely caught their breath when the first scream tore through the night. At first, it seemed like one of those distant cries that echo across the walls of the palace and fade into nothing. But then another followed, this time sharper, closer, and filled with a kind of terror that made their blood run cold.Their hearts raced as they scrambled into their clothes, exchanging only hurried glances. Whatever was happening outside was no ordinary disturbance. Theodore’s instincts as a warrior pulsed inside him; Samantha clutched at his arm, but even she knew hesitation would only leave them blind to danger.They pushed open the chamber doors — and froze.The courtyard below was a battlefield of chaos. Guards clashed with a figure they all knew, yet none dared to truly believe had returned. Lucia.But this was not the fragile, desperate woman who had once fled in shame and weakness. No. What stood before them now was a shadow-drenched apparition, wrapped in an aura

Freya didn’t say a word because she knew deep down that what Samantha had told her was true. No matter how hard she wished otherwise, every syllable rang with a brutal honesty she couldn’t escape. She only lowered herself onto the bed, curling into herself as if the softness beneath her could swallow her pain. Samantha stayed close, but there was nothing more to say.The following days blurred together. Each morning Freya woke up with the same weight on her chest, a heavy reminder that the human world was no longer hers. She had carried the fantasy stubbornly for months, believing that somehow she would slip away, that somehow she would return to streets where no one knew her name, where no destiny pressed against her shoulders. But the reality was merciless.The door to her old life was gone.So she forced herself to accept it. Piece by piece, she trained her mind to let go. It wasn’t easy—sometimes she would wake in the night, hands clutching the sheets, heart aching for the laughte

Since the day Logan brought the dress, Freya’s thoughts had been restless. Every time she walked past the spot where it hung — perfectly draped on the carved oak stand — her chest tightened. It was more than fabric; it was a question she couldn’t answer. Why had Logan given it to her? Why now?The memory of Avy’s words clung to her like a second skin: “Alpha Logan said you should wear it on the night of the full moon and meet him in the council hall.”Three days. Three days of sleepless nights, of pretending to be calm around Samantha, and of pushing away the ghost of Daniel’s smile when it tried to creep into her heart. She had made peace with the fact that her human life was gone, but peace did not erase the scars.Now, the night of the full moon has arrived.Freya sat on the wooden stool in Samantha’s room, her fingers clenched together tightly in her lap. Samantha stood behind her, weaving flowers into her long hair, humming softly. The fragrance of fresh blossoms mixed with the f

The silence that fell over the inner hall was heavy and suffocating, a vacuum left by the sudden departure of the two brothers.Freya felt the panic surge through her, a cold, tightening knot in her chest. She couldn't breathe. Her fingers dug into Samantha's hand, seeking an anchor, and she felt the gentle, reassuring rub in return.“It’s okay, Freya. We’ll go to the room. Just leave them for a while,” Samantha whispered, her gaze sweeping the tense hall.Xavier and Theodore, however, were not moving. They remained flanking the archway, rigid and alert. Their presence was a physical barrier, a silent promise that should Kia attempt anything—an escape, a grab, or a fight—they were ready. They were the kingdom’s shield, and their simmering tension was a reflection of the unspoken fear shared by everyone present: that the peace they had cultivated was about to shatter.Freya nodded numbly, letting Samantha guide her away from the watchful eyes of the council and the worried pack members