All Chapters of The Alpha's Breeding Pet : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

**ARIA'S POV** I sat in the sofa opposite the bed, staring at nothing. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. Afternoon light filtered through the window, painting everything in shades of gold that should have been warm but felt cold instead. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I couldn't make myself move. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces. The council members with their judgment. The women who'd looked at me like I was diseased. Elder Maren's satisfied expression. Lysandra's triumphant smile. Witch. The word echoed in my mind, refusing to fade no matter how much I tried to push it away. They'd called me a witch. Accused me of corrupting Caelan with dark magic, of bewitching him into caring about something as worthless as a human breeder. The absurdity of it should have been laughable. I had no power, no magic, nothing that could remotely be called supernatural. I was just a girl who'd

**CAELAN'S POV**The night was deep, and the fortress was quiet, but I couldn't sleep.I lay there in the darkness, listening to Aria's breathing gradually slow and deepen as exhaustion finally pulled her under. She'd fought it for over an hour, her body tense beside me even as her eyes kept sliding closed, her fingers twitching against the sheets. But eventually, her body won the battle her mind was losing.The events of the day weighed on me like stones pressing down on my chest. I could feel the tension in the air like a living thing, thick and suffocating, pressing against my skin with every breath. The scent of old stone and cold iron filled my lungs.I waited until I was certain Aria was deeply asleep before leaving the room. I moved silently through the corridors, boots barely making a sound on the stone floor. The torches had burned low, casting long shadows that danced across the walls like restless spirits.Who was feeding them this information? How did the council get to t

I sat frozen in the bed, listening to his footsteps fade down the corridor. Something was happening. Those horses looked…looked like they were from Silas's territory. The man who'd ordered my first kidnap. I never knew being a breeder came with so many threats or was it just because I was Caelan's breeder... My hands twisted in the blankets as I fought the urge to look through the window and at least see what was going on around me. To know what was really happening and what the trumpets were for. But I stayed where I was. Frozen. Minutes crawled by. The sounds outside grew louder, more chaotic. Then suddenly died down. It was a silence I couldn't comprehend. One minute there were horses neighing everywhere, the next I could hear a pin drop. I couldn't stand it anymore. I slid from the bed, my bare feet silent on the cold stone floor. The blanket fell away and I shivered in the thin gown, but kept moving toward the tall windows that overlooked the outer courtyard. Through t

**ARIA'S POV**I'd been sitting by the window for what felt like hours, wrapped in blankets and fear, listening to the fortress move around me. My curiosity had been building all morning, fed by the pieces of information I could hear through the walls and they weren't enough.Every sound made me want to know more.I'd always been cautious. Had learned early that curiosity got humans into trouble. It was safer to accept ignorance as protection.But sitting here wrapped in blankets while the fortress moved around me was something I couldn't just do.I needed to know.I stood slowly from the bed. My bare feet were silent on the cold stone as I crossed to the door. The wood was thick, conversations were muffled, just bits filtering in.But if I pressed my ear directly against it, maybe I could hear something. Anything.I reached the door and paused, listening. I could hear three distinct voices now. Maybe four, but what was sure of was that they were men They were right outside. Close

**ARIA'S POV** The afternoon stretched lazily, sunlight softening into the amber tones of approaching evening. I sat at the small table near the window, picking at the remnants of yesterday's meal that I didn't eat. I wasn't hungry but the doing something with my hands helped keep my mind busy. Kept me from thinking too hard about the conversation we'd had earlier. About the way he'd looked at me when he said I wasn't a problem but a complication. He'd not moved from the bed. He lay on the furs with one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling like it held answers to questions he wasn't voicing. I'd watched him from the corner of my eye. He looked like he was resting but his body language said otherwise. Every muscle held tension, ready to spring into action at the first sign of threat. He never truly relaxed. I wondered if he even knew how. "Do you want more?" His voice cut through the quiet. I looked up from my pointless rearranging of old food. He'd turned his head s