All Chapters of The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates - A Werewolf Erotica : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AMAYAThe room felt too small. With Project One sitting on the sofa, the air felt too cold .He didn't move much. He just sat there, staring at the wall like he could see through it.Alvaro and Javier were standing by the window, their arms crossed. They didn't trust him.I didn't blame them."You said you had things to tell me," I said. I sat down in the chair across from him.Luciano sat on the arm of my chair, his hand on my shoulder.Project One turned his milky eyes toward me. "Voss didn't just want to make wolves stronger. He wanted to make them perfect. He used me to see how much the brain could take. He used you to see how much the soul could take.""What about the others?" I asked. "The girl in the memory. Kara."Project One tilted his head. "She was a sleeper. A seed planted in the ground, waiting for the rain. Voss has many seeds. Some don't even know they are his.""Are you saying Kara is a spy?" Javier asked, stepping forward."She is a mirror," Project One said. "She ref

AMAYAThe message came two days later.It wasn't a text or a letter. It was a small, carved wooden wolf left on the windowsill of our dorm room. I recognized it immediately. Tomas used to carve those for me when we were kids, back before our parents died, back before he turned into a monster.Underneath the wolf was a scrap of paper with a single sentence: The Garden is in the town center. Midnight. I have the keys."It's a trap," Alvaro said immediately. He was pacing the living area of the suite, his boots thudding on the rug. "He sold you once. He’ll do it again.""I know," I said. I was sitting on the sofa, holding the wooden wolf. It felt smooth and old. "But he’s my brother. And he said the word 'Garden.' How would he know about that if he wasn't involved?""Exactly!" Javier argued, leaning against the kitchen counter. "He’s involved. He’s working for Voss. He’s probably the one who let those rogues onto the training grounds.""He looked different in the woods," I reminded them

AMAYA.The peace didn't last long.The next morning, Luciano found something in the documents we had raided from the safe house. It was a map, but the coordinates were hidden in a complex code made of chemical symbols and wolf-runes."It’s a mountain ridge," Luciano explained, pointing to a spot on the map several miles north of the Academy. "Voss has a lab there. A secret one. The code calls it 'The Nursery.'""The Nursery?" I asked, a cold shiver running down my spine. "Like where babies are kept?""Or where they're grown," Alvaro said.We decided to investigate. If the "failures" Tomas mentioned were real, that was where they would be. We couldn't take a car; the terrain was too rough and we needed to be silent. It was a four-hour hike up the steep, rocky slopes of the Northridge mountains.The air was thin and cold. The ground was covered in loose shale and patches of old, dirty snow. Even though I was strong, the pregnancy was starting to change my center of gravity. Every step

The morning after the mountain ridge felt too much. The images of the "Nursery" and those empty metal cribs were stuck in my head like a bad song. I spent the early hours in the Academy gardens, trying to breathe in the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine to wash away the smell of chemicals.My stomach was now a constant reminder that the clock was ticking. The babies were active, their movements feeling like small ripples in a pond. I was no longer just Amaya; I was a vessel for our future, and that future was under attack."You're up early," a voice said.I didn't need to turn around to know it was Vanessa. She walked up beside me, her heels clicking on the stone path. She didn't look like the mean girl who had flirted with Alvaro weeks ago. She looked tired. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her usual sharp posture was slumped."I couldn't sleep," I said. "Too many ghosts."Vanessa leaned against a pillar. "I know the feeling. I saw the documents you brought back f

AMAYA.The air inside the Academy’s rebuilt west wing smelled of fresh cedar and drying plaster, a thin veil of "newness" trying to hide the scars of the recent attacks. But no amount of paint could cover the feeling of being watched.I was standing by the window of our private suite, watching the moon rise over the jagged peaks of the Northridge mountains. My skin still felt sensitive from the time on the roof with Javier. The "heat" he had helped settle was still humming under my surface, a low-frequency vibration that made me feel hyper-aware of everything—the weight of my clothes, the cool breeze, and the three distinct heartbeats of my mates in the room behind me.A soft, rhythmic tapping at the door broke the silence.It couldn’t be a guard. The rhythm was off, too light. Alvaro opened the door, his hand already reaching for the silver dagger at his belt.Project One stood in the hallway. In the dim light, he looked like a statue made of salt. His white eyes moved slowly, scann