All Chapters of His Royal Breeder: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The void shattered like a glass house. One second I was arguing with a goddess, and the next, my lungs were screaming as they sucked in the cold air of the battlefield. I opened my eyes and saw a nightmare. Dracula was standing over Ariana. His hand was a claw of jagged shadow, hovering inches from her stomach. Ezekiel was broken and defeated nearby, unable to move and then my heart roared. The curse the Goddess had given me the golden power she had hidden inside my pain finally broke its chains. The ground beneath me turned to craters. I wasn't just a wolf anymore. I was a towering beast of silver light and black muscle. My fur glowed with the intensity of a full moon, and my claws were dripping with a golden fire that hissed as it hit the blood soaked dirt. "DRACULA!" My voice wasn't human. It was the sound of a god’s wrath. Dracula turned, his eyes widening in genuine shock. He didn't even have time to raise his shadow blade before I hit him. I didn't

Zayn's pov "But you have to." I said the words softly, my voice barely more than a whisper in the quiet air. As I spoke, I looked around and realized that the world had changed. The blood, the screams, and the smell of death were all gone. Instead, I found myself standing in a beautiful place filled with peaceful greenery. The grass was long and soft, the trees were tall and full of life, and the air smelled like spring flowers. I knew exactly where I was. I wasn't in the real world anymore. I was dying, and this was a place I had created with the very last bit of my lunar magic. I had used every drop of power left in my soul just to have one final conversation with Ariana. I turned to look at her. I stared at her beautiful face, and I felt a sharp wave of pain sting my heart. It wasn't the kind of pain you get from a sword, it was the pain of a man who realized too late what he was losing. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay right here. I wanted to stay with her f

I walked toward the balcony, watching the sun climb over the castle walls. The kingdom was beautiful now. The scars of the Great Battle were hidden under green vines and colorful flowers. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air. "I told you, Bella! You can't catch me if you can't see me!" A small, joyful laugh echoed from the garden below. I looked down and saw a flash of dark hair disappearing behind a row of rose bushes. My son, Zayn, was using his witch magic to blend into the shadows. He was only ten, but he was already so strong. He had his father’s eyes the same deep, intense gaze that used to scare me but eventually made me feel safe. But he had the original Zayn’s name. Every time I called for him, my heart felt a little pinch of sadness and a whole lot of love. "Zayn!" I called out, my voice firm but sweet. "Stop teasing poor Bella and come inside. You need to get dressed for the ceremony." The shadows near the fountain wiggled, and suddenl

Ezekiel's pov How long has it been since I last felt the spark of a real emotion? I honestly cannot remember. For a time that feels like forever, I have been nothing more than a walking corpse. I exist in this world, I breathe, and I move, but I have no purpose. I am an empty shell. I have even lost count of the years. How long have I been alive? Was it a hundred years? Hundreds? Thousands? To me, the numbers have lost all meaning. One century blends into the next like gray clouds in a never ending storm. There was simply no point in existing anymore. Every day was a repeat of the one before, a heavy weight of boredom and silence. Everyone I ever knew, everyone I ever shared a laugh or a meal with were gone. They are all dust and memory now. It had been centuries since Ariana died. She was the love of my life, my sun and my moon. Even though we never got back together after the terrible things I had done to her, my heart never stopped beating for her.

"Well," he said, his lips curling into a slow, confident grin that seemed to light up the shadows of the forest. "Tell him that I do." The sheer absurdity of his comment answering my dog’s growls as if they were a formal challenge broke the tension like a glass pane shattering. We both burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the towering pines. His ice breaker had worked perfectly, momentarily pushing back the terror of the mountain lion encounter. Nevertheless, the peace was short lived. Even with my most soothing, melodic tone and a gentle, steadying touch on his collar, Max continued to growl. The low rumble vibrated through his chest, and he paced back and forth in front of me, his hackles raised like a row of jagged teeth. "Max!" I scolded, trying to sound firmer than I felt. "Knock it off, boy. Be nice." The stranger watched the dog with a curious, knowing expression. "Don't blame Max. It's not his fault," he said,"All dogs hate me. It’s their natural instinc