All Chapters of His Royal Breeder: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Um… that’s the thing," I admitted, feeling a sudden heat in my cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. "I don’t actually know." "What!?" Katherine gasped so loudly that a seagull nearby took flight. She sat up straight, her eyes wide with shock. "You mean to tell me this gorgeous creature this literal gift from the gods was standing right there in front of you, and you didn't even find out who he is? No name? No social media? Nothing?" "Well, we talked for a few minutes, and I felt this amazing connection," I answered. I tried my best to explain it, but it was hard to put into words something I didn't really understand myself. "It was like the rest of the world just went blurry. I guess I was so caught up in the moment and the adrenaline from the mountain lion that I just didn't think to ask for his ID." Katherine leaned back on her elbows, looking at me like she was an expert on the subject. "You know what that was, don't ya?" "What?" "Chemistry," she said, nodding

"You're the absolute best!" Katherine shouted over the pounding bass, her eyes already locked onto her next adventure. After she shimmied off into the center of the room with that green eyed goon, I watched her go with a sinking feeling in my chest. I glanced around the crowded, hot living room and swallowed hard again. It hit me like a ton of bricks: I didn’t know a single soul in this house other than her. I felt like an alien who had accidentally landed on a planet made entirely of college students and loud music. Eager to claim my role as an unnoticed, inconspicuous wallflower, I began to navigate through the sea of moving bodies. I made my way to a dark corner near a large bookshelf and waited for the dance to finish, hoping I could just blend into the shadows. I leaned my back against the cool wood of the wall, taking small, nervous sips of my drink. I tried to look like I was having a great time, even though I mostly felt like running back to my bedroom to unpack more

I scrambled toward my friend, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked down at her neck, feeling a wave of nausea at the sight of the deep red spilling onto the floor. I assumed that the jagged shards of the shattered vase must have sliced her during the fall. My mind raced with worry I really hoped she wouldn't need surgery or a dozen stitches, because she was bleeding quite a bit. "Someone get me a towel! Fast!" I shouted. A guy nearby handed me a clean kitchen towel. I folded it quickly and pressed it against the wound on her neck. As the bright red blood began to soak through the thick white fabric almost instantly, panic started to set in. I realized she needed professional medical attention right away. "We have to get her to a hospital," I said, my voice shaking. "She needs a doctor or stitches or something—" "No!" a woman's voice barked. She was suddenly standing right over me, looking down at Katherine with a cold, analytical gaze. "It's just a shallow

Ezekiel's pov I caught the scent before they even fired a shot. It was a cold, sharp smell that I knew all too well. Vampires. To be honest, it was a bitter smell, because these were the very kind of creatures I had created hundreds of years ago. I wasn't sure why they were hunting us tonight, but my best guess was that it had everything to do with Lysandra. Shit! I felt a surge of anger toward her friend. Why the hell did Lysandra have to go to that party? I had blended in the shadows of that party when I caught her scent, listening. I had overheard some of the vampires whispering that she would be very important to their plans, but I couldn't understand why. To me, she just seemed like a sweet, simple girl who had moved into town. She was beautiful, and I knew she was searching for me just as much as I was thinking of her. A small smile crossed my lips for a second when I thought about her. She was so adorable, trying to act like she wasn't looking for me. It was

Lysandra's pov I sat in the middle of the truck, squeezed between a sleeping Katherine and a very quiet Ezekiel. The silence in the woods felt heavy, like the air right before a big thunderstorm. I looked out the window at the dark trees, feeling a strange shiver crawl up my arms. Even though the heater was humming, I couldn't get warm. Ezekiel’s hand was still resting near mine on the seat. I looked down at his knuckles. They looked a little red, like he had bumped them against something hard. "Are you sure you’re okay?" I whispered, trying not to wake Katherine. "You were gone for a while. I thought I heard a loud noise, like a gunshot or a branch breaking." Ezekiel didn't look at me right away. He kept his eyes on the dark road ahead. "I’m fine, Lysandra. Just a few wild animals making noise in the brush. It’s a busy night for the forest." His voice sounded a little different. It was still deep and smooth, but there was a hardness to it that wasn't there when we wer