His Royal Breeder のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"You can do this. You are going to live," I whispered to myself. My voice was small but I tried to make it sound strong. I had lived through twenty-one years of a terrible life already and If I could survive that hell, I could survive meeting the devil himself. I took a deep breath, trying to stop my heart from racing.Outside our house, a rusty old van was waiting. It was there to take me to the King’s palace. My parents didn't even say goodbye Instead, they acted like they couldn't wait to get rid of me. They hurried me out the door as if I were trash. They didn't care that this might be the last time they ever saw their daughter. To them, I was something disposable.The van smelled horrible, like something had died inside it and was rotting away. There were five other girls with me. Some were crying, and others looked like they were about to faint from fear. I sat in the corner and stayed silent. I didn't want anyone to see how scared I really was, so I kept my face like stone.I

Ariana's povUp close, he didn’t look like the monster everyone whispered about. They called him a devil, but looking at him was like staring at a beautiful, fallen angel. I couldn’t help but notice how his hair, dark and shiny like polished obsidian tumbled over his shoulders. But when those piercing red eyes locked into mine, reality rushed back. I quickly looked down, my heart hammering against my ribs."What is your name?" his voice rumbled.I stayed silent, frozen."What? Are you unable to speak?" he asked, his tone sharpening. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, remembering Lady Jade’s terrifying warning to Never look him in the eye."Forgive me, Alpha," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I am Ariana."Suddenly, I felt something cold touch my face. It was his hand, grazing my cheek. I jerked back in shock, the coldness of his skin sending a shiver down my spine."You will address me as King," he corrected me, his voice like velvet over ice. "Do you understand?""Yes... my King,"

The air in the room didn't just feel cold anymore, it felt like it was made of lead. I wrapped Ezekiel’s fur coat around me, trading the metallic stench of Zayn’s rage for the scent of sandalwood and rose. My family was at the gate. They weren’t here because they missed me as I hoped, they weren’t here because they had spent a sleepless night crying over the daughter they threw to the wolves. They were here to get paid. What did I do to deserve this level of hate and suffering? Zayn turned his head slowly toward Roman. His eyes, narrowed. "A reward?" he repeated, the word sounding like a curse. "They threw her into my bed expecting a corpse, and now that she’s breathing, they want a prize?" "They claim that since Ariana is the chosen one who survived and that the pack deserves a tribute," Roman explained, his eyes fixed on the floor. "The Alpha, her father is insisting on an audience. He says he also has valuable information about her white hair and why she hasn't shifted."

The darkness was the first thing I felt. It wasn't the soft darkness of sleep, but a heavy, wet darkness that smelled like old coins and rot. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like they were made of stone. When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything. I reached out my hand and felt cold, slimy rock. I wasn't on the soft bed anymore. I wasn't wearing the silk gown or Ezekiel’s warm fur coat. I was lying on a floor made of dirt and jagged stones. I was completely naked. The air was so cold that my breath came out in small white clouds, but I didn't have anything to cover myself with. I curled into a tiny ball, trying to use my own skin to keep me warm, but it was no use. The dungeon was a freezer. As I lay there shivering, I remembered what happened. I remembered the way Zayn had pinned me down. I remembered the cruelty in his eyes and the way he treated me like a toy. And then, I remembered the light. What was that? I wondered. I had never shifted. My father ha

I leaned back against the headboard, crossing my arms over my bare chest and watched Caroline as she stood by the door. She looked like a painting, perfect, pale, and expensive. But to me, she was just another piece on the chessboard. I didn't feel the spark of mate or the warmth of love. I felt the cold, hard hunger of a predator. "Well?" I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Are you going to just stand there all night, or are you going to show me why you think you’re worth more than your cursed sister?" Caroline flinched, but she forced a smile. She walked toward me, her hips swaying under that thin white gown. "You’re so cruel, Zayn," she whispered, stopping at the edge of the bed. "Why must you speak to me that way? a lot of wolves are dying to become my mate. I am powerful, beautiful and perfect. I doubt there is any woman you have ever been with that can compare to me." She said softly trying to seduce me. power hungry whore I thought. "I