All Chapters of The Alpha's Breeding Pet : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

**ARIA'S POV** Evening fell over the fortress quickly, shadows stretching long across my small room. I sat on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around myself, shivering as a cold wind crept into the room, even though the windows were tightly shut. My thoughts drifted to the way Caelan dragged me back, the way he...touched me in his chambers. I quickly shook my head, that would probably keep the thoughts away. I could hear my stomach growl. It was a sharp reminder that I hadn't eaten since the previous day. I didn't even feel hungry until now. But I couldn't leave the room; there was no way I could walk through those corridors when I knew that they all knew about my second failed escape attempt. My skin crawled with embarrassment at the bare thought of it. If they saw me they would obviously smell my shame, and worse...the arousal I was trying so hard to suppress. But why was I feeling this way? . It had been hours but somehow I could still feel his warm mouth on my–

**ARIA'S POV** I woke before dawn to find Caelan asleep beside me. His presence was heavy even in silence, his breathing steady and deep. One arm lay across his stomach, the other stretched out toward the edge of the bed. He looked less threatening like this, almost human, but the sight of him so close still made my chest tighten with unease. I lay perfectly still, afraid that any movement would wake him. I couldn't fall asleep again no matter how tightly I closed my eyes. My mind kept circling back to what he'd said last night. Tomorrow you will sit beside me. Today was the Silver Moon Feast. I knew what it meant even though no one had explained it to me directly. The other humans in the breeding pens had whispered about it sometimes, their voices dropping low as they spoke of the sacred night when wolves believed the moon blessed true mates. When bonds were made public and permanent under the moon's favor. I turned my head slightly to look at Caelan again. His face was rela

**ARIA'S POV** The grand hall was alive with sound, but it felt like drowning. "Go sit there," the maid ordered, pointing at the elevated platform. I obeyed, not because I wanted to, but because what else could I do? I sat beside Caelan's throne, feeling like prey displayed on a platform. The dress they'd given me clung to every curve, rich fabric that made me feel wrapped and presented. My hair had been arranged in waves over my bare shoulders. I could be classified as property dressed as decoration at that point. My hands stayed folded in my lap to hide the shaking. My spine stayed straight even though I wanted to curl into myself and vanish. Wolves stared openly at me. Some stared with curiosity, while others didn't even bother hiding the contempt in their eyes. I noticed a few look at me with hunger that made my stomach twist. The feast had started without Caelan, tables groaning under roasted meats and fruits. Wine flowed constantly, servants moving like shadows to refi

**ARIA'S POV** My footsteps echoed too loudly against the stone. I kept my arms wrapped around myself as I walked, trying to hold the pieces together. The corridors stretched endlessly ahead, torches casting shadows that jumped and twisted along the walls. The blade. The blood. Caelan's eyes going cold. My breath hitched. Stop thinking about it. But I couldn't. Every time I blinked, I saw that silver edge cutting through fabric and skin. Saw the thin line of red spreading across his robes. Felt the terror that had locked my body in place while chaos erupted around me. He'd almost died. Right there in front of me. My hands trembled. I pressed them harder against my sides. A guard passed me in the corridor, his eyes sliding over me without acknowledgment before he moved on. Two more stood at the intersection ahead, their postures rigid, hands resting on sword hilts. They were everywhere now. I turned down a different corridor, one that should lead back to Caelan's chambers.

**ARIA'S POV**I woke up without even remembering how I fell asleep.The confusion hit first, my mind scrambling to place where I was, why the bed felt so large, why warmth radiated from somewhere too close.Then I saw him.Caelan slept beside me, his breathing deep and gentle. His face was turned slightly toward me, the harsh lines softened but not erased. Even unconscious, he looked dangerous.My chest unclenched for a fraction of a second, and I felt like I could finally breathe. He was alive.I pushed the feeling away immediately, hating that it had surfaced at all. But my eyes moved to his side anyway, searching for the wound from the dagger.Bandages wrapped around his torso, visible where the sheets had fallen away. Clean white fabric that someone had changed recently. The wound had been treated, tended to properly.Not as serious as I'd feared.I tried to settle back into sleep but my body refused. I lay there listening to the fortress wake around us. Morning crept in throu