All Chapters of Breeder To The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ATHENA Pain shot through my stomach as I pushed myself off the cold floor. The ache was sharp and deep, the kind that made breathing feel like work. Every movement reminded me of what Alpha Lucas had done to me yesterday. My ribs burned. My legs shook. My body wanted to give up. But omegas didn’t get rest. If I wasn’t in the kitchen before sunrise, there would be another beating waiting for me. I clenched my teeth, swallowed the pain, and forced my feet to move. Step by step, I made my way down the hallway. The kitchen lights were already on. “Oh, look who’s still breathing.” Lily’s voice hit me the second I stepped inside. I didn’t look at her. I didn’t need to. I knew that tone too well. She stood near the counter, arms crossed, watching me like I was something dirty that had wandered in. She was dating the beta. Alpha Lucas’s brother. The pack loved her. The golden girl. My nightmare. “Good morning,” I said quietly. “What’s good about this morning when I have to see your u

HUNTER I stood by the window, staring out at the pack grounds below. My hands were locked behind my back. I hadn’t moved in a long time. The glass reflected my shape, tall, still and heavy in the dim light of the office. Below, the pack moved with a rhythmic caution. Guards switched shifts at the gate, and wolves crossed the yard with their heads bowed, never looking up at my balcony. They knew better than to go looking for my gaze. The door clicked open behind me. “My king,” Eran said. I didn’t turn. I heard the slight tremor in his voice, the way he held his breath after speaking. I exhaled slowly, the glass fogging for a split second before clearing. I stepped away from the window, the movement feeling stiff. “What’s the news?” I asked. My voice was sharper than I intended, cutting through the quiet of the room. Eran straightened his posture, though he kept his eyes on the floor. “We haven’t found a suitable breeder yet. The candidates from each territories were... insufficien

ATHENA I woke slowly, the world coming back to me in pieces . My head throbbed, a dull ache behind my eyes, and for a moment, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t move. The air was heavy, smelling of sweat and something sour that made my stomach turn. I tried to shift, and pain bit into my wrists sharply, pulling a gasp from my chest. Rope. My eyes snapped open. I was tied to a chair. Thick cords cut into my skin, my arms pulled tight behind me. My ankles were bound, my feet completely numb. Panic slammed into me, hard and fast, as pieces of the memory came back. The path. The footsteps behind me and a hand clamping over my mouth. I shivered as the memory of the smell hit me, the chemicals, the dark swallowing me whole before I could fight, before I could scream. I tried again. “Hmm! Hmmm!” The sound died uselessly against the cloth shoved into my mouth. My muscles strained against the ropes, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it would tear through my ribs. The

HUNTER HUNTER The female froze where she stood. For a moment, my words didn’t seem to reach her. They hung between us, heavy and refusing to settle. “Wh—what did you say, sir?” she stammered. Her voice was thin, uneven. Fragile. I didn’t answer right away. I stepped closer. The space between us closed fast, too fast. I felt her breath hitch as my presence bore down on her. I tilted my head, studying her, letting the silence do the work. “Don’t make me repeat myself, omega,” I said, my voice dropping low and rough. “Remove your clothes. I want to see if you’re capable of carrying an heir.” Her heart was loud. I could hear it. Smell the spike of fear as it rolled off her. She didn’t move at first. Her hands stayed glued to her sides, fingers curling into her palms hard enough that her nails bit skin. Heat rushed to her face, then drained, leaving her pale and unsteady. Her gaze dropped to the floor. Then slowly she obeyed. Her hands shook as she reached for the hem of her sh

HUNTER HUNTER The female stiffened, her feet rooted to the stone floor as though the ground itself had claimed her. She kept her chin level, even though instinct screamed at her to bow her head, to make herself smaller. My presence filled the space. Power rolled off me in a silent in dominant, unyieldin and heavy enough to make her wolf curl in on itself. I moved slowly and deliberately, circling her the way a predator assessed wounded prey. Each step echoed softly, controlled. Her pulse hammered loud enough that I could hear it. My finger brushed the strap of her dress, lighty. Her muscles locked instantly. I slid the fabric lower on her shoulder. She sucked in a sharp breath before she could stop herself. Exposed. A faint mark lay there, thin, pale against her skin. A scar that hadn’t fully faded. My gaze fixed on it. “Did anyone whip you here?” I asked, my voice low, deceptively calm. Her throat closed. Her eyes burned, but she forced them to remain open, staring at the wa