Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breeder To The Cursed Lycan King: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

HUNTER Hunter leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his temples. The pressure behind his eyes was relentless, a dull ache that throbbed with every blink. The last file on his screen had been a blur, he’d skimmed it, absorbed the details without really seeing them. He closed the laptop with a muffled click, the sound too soft to satisfy the tension coiling in his chest. He sat there for a long moment, letting the silence settle around him, broken only by the hum of the office electronics and the faint creak of the building shifting. His gaze drifted to the heavy, unyielding door across the room, and for a moment, he imagined closing it for good. Sealing himself off from everything and everyone, except the thoughts he couldn’t escape. That girl. Her face, the tilt of her chin, the way she held herself, she was lodged in his mind like a thorn he couldn’t pull out. Irritating, unsettling and very unnerving. He hated that she had made even the smallest dent in his carefully controlle

ATHENA Morning came too quickly, pale light barely brushing the stone corridor when the knock landed against my door. It was firm. Nothing like Claire’s gentle taps. I groaned softly, limbs heavy, every muscle reluctant as I pushed myself upright. Sleep clung to my eyes as I dragged my feet across the cold floor. My fingers curled around the handle almost automatically. I opened the door without thinking, my mouth half forming Claire’s name. The word died on my tongue. Eran stood there instead. My spine snapped straight as though a wire had been pulled tight. Instinct overtook thought before I could even process it. I smoothed my hands down the thin fabric of my nightwear, suddenly hyper aware of how little it covered, how exposed I was under his gaze. His eyes flicked over me quickly, and I felt that familiar, dangerous weight pressing into my chest. Then, he turned his head away, jaw tightening as though he was irritated by the sight but it was the opposite. I could feel his

ATHENAI watched Hunter swallow harshly. I saw it, the tight movement of his throat, the brief tension in his jaw before he masked it again. His gaze stayed on me, cold and assessing, as if I had said something out of this world. The air between us felt brittle. I stood there, rooted, my fingers curling into the soft fabric of my nightdress. His eyes flickered for a moment, just a fraction of a second before he looked away, turning his face as if I were no longer worth seeing.“Leave. Now.”His voice was low, roughened by a growl that scraped against my nerves. There was no anger in it. Just finality.I didn’t wait to be told again.My hands flew to my nightdress, clutching the thin fabric to my chest as if it could shield me from the humiliation burning through me. I turned and fled, my bare feet barely touching the stone as I ran down the corridor toward my room. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure the building itself could hear it, each step echoing the truth I didn’t want to f

ATHENA"Are you going to work inside the King’s house today?" I asked, my voice still thick with the remnants of dreams. It was morning now.Claire paused, a damp cloth held mid air. She turned her head slightly, giving me a small nod. A cold knot of unease tightened in my chest. I sat up, clutching the blanket to my collarbone. "What about me, Claire? I don't want to be left alone here." I hated the isolation of this sanctuary, it felt less like a home and more like a gilded cage where the bars were made of my own fear.Claire stepped toward the bed, her expression softening into that weary, protective look she always wore when she had to leave. She reached out, her fingers grazing my shoulder in a silent plea for composure."Nothing will happen, Athena," she assured me, her voice a low, steady anchor. "You must stay inside. Please, do not come out for any reason. The streets are busy today, and it is safer if you remain unseen."I let out a long sigh, the air rushing out of me in

HUNTERI watched as Athena was led away by the maid, her small frame disappearing down the long, dimly lit corridor. The doors clicked shut, leaving me in the silence of my throne room. A slow smirk pulled at my lips. She was delicate, yes, but there was a resilience in her spine that pleased me."Perhaps she’ll be fit to carry my heir," I whispered to the empty room. My voice sounded like gravel.The thought of a son, a successor with my blood and my strength tightened something in my chest. But my patience was not a well that ran deep. It was a finite resource. My expression hardened, the warmth of the smirk vanishing into a cold, predatory mask."If she’s not pregnant by the next moon, I’ll feed her to the rogues," I growled. The threat wasn't empty, in this world, utility was the only currency that bought safety. If she proved barren, she was merely another mouth to feed, another weakness to be purged.I sat stiffly in my high-backed chair, the leather creaking under my weight. My