All Chapters of His Royal Breeder: Chapter 141 - Chapter 143

Ezekiel's povThe weight of the old parchment felt like lead in my hands. It was a letter from a life I had tried to bury, written by the woman who had once been my entire world.I sat by the window of our bedroom, the moonlight spilling over the cursive handwriting that I knew so well and every word felt like a heartbeat from the past.Dear Ezekiel,If you are reading this letter, it means I am already long dead. My breath has left me, and I have finally found the rest I was looking for. I have missed you every single hour of every single day since that terrible night. I still see it when I close my eyes, the night we fought against the demon Dracula. We sent him back to hell, and we lost our friend Zayn in the process.I know how you think, Ezekiel. I know you blame yourself for every drop of blood spilled that night. I know you hate yourself because you feel you failed to protect me and our child. But most of all, I know you despise what you have become. You vowed to kill the mons

Eight years laterThe training grounds of the Castle hadn't changed much in eighteen years, but I certainly had. I wasn't the naive little girl playing with glitter anymore. I stood tall, wearing leather training gear that matched my father’s, my long dark hair tied back in a practical braid."Focus, Ariana," my mother, Lysandra, said. She was sitting on a stone bench, looking exactly the same as she did the day I was born, the perks of being a Dark Witch and a Vampire Queen. "Your magic is reacting to your heartbeat. Slow it down.""It’s hard to slow my heart down when Dad is trying to take my freaking head off!" I shouted, ducking just in time as a heavy practice sword whistled over my head.My father, Ezekiel, stood across from me and he wasn't even breaking a sweat. He looked at me with those piercing periwinkle eyes, a playful smirk on his face. "If you can't handle a simple sparring session, how are you going to handle the Council of Elders when it's your turn to rule? They