บททั้งหมดของ Taken by the Herd King: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The Hollow exhales around me, damp and heavy, clinging to the glass with the last threads of mist curling beneath the moonlight. My room is quiet, but there’s no peace in it. The air is thick with everything I can’t say out loud.I lay back on the bed and let the weight of the day settle into my bon

The barn groans against the wind, its old bones settling in protest as the sun struggles to break through the thinning mist of morning. Light cuts in golden shafts through the cracks in the weathered boards, warming my back.I drive the mallet down hard.The wood beneath it shudders, bending before

The moment Darius speaks, everything tilts.“Elunara,” he says, voice thick and grounding, “your milk has come in.”My breath catches.I glance down, and there it is.Two dark, damp circles blooming over my breasts, the soaked fabric clinging to my skin, my protruding nipples clearly outlined beneat

Elunara is draped against my chest, soft and pliant in the cradle of my arms. Her breath is slow, deep, the edges of each exhale still tinged with the echo of her climax. The scent of her—earth, heat, surrender—wraps around me.She’s quiet, but not gone. I feel her awareness in the way her fingers b

The saddle creaks beneath my palm as I tighten the last strap. Sunlight filters through the trees, catching the edge of my blade where it hangs at my hip. It’s late morning, the barn behind me still humming with the scent of warm hay, wood, and the ghost of her body.I slide my hand into the saddleb