All Chapters of His Royal Breeder: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Katherine! Katherine, are you okay?" I cried out, my voice full of panic. I scrambled across the debris of my ruined living room and fell to my knees beside the sofa. I grabbed her hand, and my heart sank. Her skin felt like it was on fire, she was burning with a dangerously high fever. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and she was mumbling nonsense about silver puppies and sparkly dresses. In a weird way, I was almost thankful she was so out of it. With any luck, she would wake up tomorrow and believe all of this, the monsters, the glowing eyes, the breaking walls was just a really bad, alcohol induced hallucination. But as I looked around at my house, my relief vanished. The carnage was everywhere. The kitchen island was in pieces, the back door was gone, and there were deep claw marks in the hardwood floors. I let out a long, frustrated sigh, burying my face in my hands. My parents were going to be home in a few hours. How on earth was I going to explain this?

We moved through the thick trees like shadows. The forest didn't look dark to me anymore. My new eyes made everything look bright and sharp, as if the moon was a giant spotlight. Every leaf on the ground was clear, and I could see the tiny veins on every piece of moss.But I couldn't focus on the beauty. My throat was on fire. It felt like I had swallowed a handful of dry sand and glowing hot coals. The hunger was a physical weight in my stomach, pulling at me, making me feel weak and aggressive at the same time."Ezekiel," I gasped, clutching my throat. "It hurts. It’s getting worse."Ezekiel stopped and turned to me. He looked perfectly calm, but his eyes were watching my every move. "I know, Lysandra. The first thirst is the hardest. It feels like it will never stop, but it will. You just need to feed."He held up a hand and went very still. "Listen. Don't use your ears like a human. Don't just listen to the wind. Listen for the heartbeat."I closed my eyes and tried to do what

The mattress shifted as Ezekiel moved, the sudden loss of his warmth making me shiver despite the heat of the fireplace. I couldn't pull my eyes away. My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched him reach for his belt.Every movement he made was deliberate, heavy with a tension that made the very air in the room feel thick. My gaze, fueled by a mixture of terrifying innocence and a new, burning curiosity, fell to his waist. My breath hitched as I gazed at his heavy, daunting cock that seemed to strain against the cloth, hardening even further under the weight of my stare."Are you sure about this, Lysa?" he asked. His voice was a low, velvety rumble that vibrated in my chest.He looked at me with such earnestness, his eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt."Yes," I said. My voice was firmer than I felt, but I meant it.He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he shed his trousers. Now, only his black silk underwear remained, doing little to hide the size of his cock.

Three years later It has been three years since that terrifying night in my parents' kitchen, three years since the bullet tore through my chest and Ezekiel’s blood brought me back. Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night and see the moonlight glowing on the walls, it feels like it only happened yesterday.My old life, college applications, hanging out at the mall, worrying about my hair and boys feels like a movie I watched a long time ago.Living with Ezekiel in this massive, ancient castle has changed me in every way possible. At first, I was terrified that Calhoun and the Blackfyre wolves would beat down the doors to kill the Dark Witch."But the attack never came and I have a strong feeling Ezekiel went back there and said something that scared them into staying away, though he just gives me that mysterious dreamy handsome smile whenever I ask him about it.I still check in on my parents, though not as much as I’d like. They’ve moved to a quiet town, and they told

Lysandra’s POV The restaurant had been like a dream, but the walk afterward felt even more magical. The air in Tarsus was cool, and the streets were mostly empty, bathed in the soft, amber glow of the old fashioned lamps. I tucked my arm through Ezekiel’s, leaning my head against his shoulder. My stomach was full, not just of blood, but of the rich flavors of a dinner I thought I’d never enjoy again. "You were right," I whispered, our footsteps clicking in unison on the pavement. "The chocolate in that dessert was fucking awesome... I could taste every single bean. It was like music in my mouth." Ezekiel chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I told you. Being a vampire doesn't mean the world loses its color, Lysandra. It means the colors get brighter. I want you to have it all. The magic, the strength, and the simple joy of a quiet walk at night." We turned a corner into a narrower street lined with tall, sleeping buildings and then I felt a sudden shift in the air