All Chapters of The Alpha's Breeding Pet : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**CAELAN'S POV**I left the chamber to find the source of the commotion, my boots striking the stone floor in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat as I moved through the halls.My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and agitated. Ryder sensed the wrongness in the air, the tension that had been building all day. I descended the main stairwell, taking the steps two at a time. The sounds had come from the outer courtyard, near the training grounds if I'd placed them correctly. The area where guards drilled and weapons were stored. At the base of the stairs, two guards stood at attention. They straightened further when they saw me, their expressions carefully neutral but carrying an edge of confusion."Report," I ordered, not slowing my pace.They fell into step beside me as we moved toward the courtyard entrance. "There was something in the outer grounds, Alpha," the older one said. His name was Henrik, a veteran guard who'd served my father before me. "We're not entirely certain what

**ARIA'S POV**Consciousness returned in fragments.At first I could feel a dull pain throbbing deep in my skull. Every breath felt like my lungs had forgotten how to function properly.Then, a cold sensation that seeped into my bones and refused to leave. My thoughts moved sluggishly, bumping into each other instead of flowing.The ground was hard beneath me. I felt ropes biting into my wrists and ankles, rough fibers cutting into skin already raw from struggling I didn't remember doing.Then, I was fully conscious.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light that still felt too bright for my eyes. The world swam in and out of focus.This wasn't Caelan's chamber. This wasn't his fortress.Panic hit like ice water, shocking my system into full wakefulness despite the drug still clouding my thoughts.Where was I?The question repeated itself, louder each time.I tried to move and couldn't. The ropes held firm, securing me to something solid behind my back. A tree maybe, from

**ARIA'S POV** I couldn't breathe. The words hung between us like a physical thing, crushing the air from my lungs. My father was the King of rogues. Silas. This monster standing before me, watching me with those cold eyes. He was claiming to be my father. "No." The word ripped from my throat before I could stop it. "No," I repeated, louder this time. "You're lying." Silas didn't flinch. Didn't react at all. He just stood there, patient as stone, waiting for the denial to run its course. "You're twisting everything," I spat, pulling against the ropes hard enough that fresh pain shot through my wrists. "Using her to justify this. Whatever sick game you're playing. You didn't love her. You couldn't have. Wolves don't..." "Love humans?" Silas finished quietly. "Is that what you were going to say?" I glared at him, chest heaving. "You'd be surprised what wolves are capable of when they don't know better," he continued. His voice carried something that might have

**CAELAN'S POV** The corridor leading to my chambers felt wrong. The air carried tension it shouldn't have. I felt it instantly. My steps slowed as I approached, every sense sharpening. The guards were absent. My instincts flared, warning screaming through my system. This was abandonment of post, which among my wolves carried consequences severe enough that no one did it without compelling reason. Or orders from someone they feared more than me. I moved forward. As I reached the door, movement caught my peripheral vision. The guards were returning, walking with the casual posture of wolves who'd simply stepped away briefly rather than abandoned their posts entirely. I didn't acknowledge them. Didn't waste my time on them. My focus was singular, driving everything else to background noise. Aria. I pushed through the door without bothering with the lock, the wood groaned. The chambers were empty. I knew it before I'd crossed the threshold. Could sense the abse

**ARIA'S POV** Movement pulled me from the fog. The carriage rocked with steady rhythm, wheels grinding over the uneven ground. Each jolt sent fresh waves of pain through my ribs. I forced my eyes open, blinking against light that seemed too bright despite the shadows filling the enclosed space. My head felt heavy. Had I been drugged again? Or had exhaustion simply pulled me under? I couldn't remember falling asleep. Now I was here. Pressed between two of Silas's men on a narrow bench that barely accommodated one person, let alone three. The man on my left was massive, his shoulder pressing against mine with weight that made the entire side of my body ache. Every breath I took pushed me harder against the man on my right, who sat rigid as stone, jaw clenched and eyes fixed straight ahead as if I didn't exist. I tried to adjust my position, to find some angle that didn't leave me feeling crushed. But there was nowhere to move. The space was suffocating, the air thick with the