Semua Bab His Royal Breeder: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Ezekiel's pov Seeing her sitting on the cold floor at Zayn’s feet, like a dog, like a slave made my blood turn to pure acid.I glanced at her sister, standing nearby with that smug, traitorous smirk. I wanted to tear them both apart. I wanted to paint these white marble floors red."Now, like I said before, Let’s be civil, Zayn," I said, my voice vibrating with a lethal edge. "Don’t ruin this beautiful party you’ve worked so hard to throw."Zayn let out a dry, raspy chuckle that grated on my nerves. "Civil? You’re the one barging in here like you own the place, Ezekiel. You look a bit... tired. Did my boys not host you well enough in the Coffin?"He stood up slowly, his movements mocking me. He didn't even look at me when he spoke next, he looked down at Ariana. The way he looked at her made me want to rip his eyes out. It wasn't love. It was ownership."Tell me, Ariana," Zayn whispered, his voice smooth and terrifying. "Are you bored? Do you wish to be excused from the party?"The

Dracula's pov The stone walls of my throne room were cold, but they were nothing compared to the ice in my veins. I am Lord Dracul, the King of Shadows, King of Curses, the one who walked out of the pits of Hell to rule the world of men and for a thousand years, I have been a king without a heart. I sat upon my throne of bone and obsidian, draped in darkness. On my left, Jennifer whispered into my ear. Her voice was like honey, meant to soothe a monster. "Lord Dracul... you are so beautiful," she breathed, her lips brushing against the skin of my neck, "I am in love with you. I love your curse. your chaos. your suffering." On my right, her twin sister, Yennifer, looked up at me with eyes full of worship. She reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she massaged the twin horns that curved from my head, the crown of my true nature. "Your body is perfect," Yennifer murmured, her hand trailing down my chest. "Your soul is untainted by the weakness of men. Your blood i

I saw it the moment I watched Zayn step into the room. He looked like a predator that had finally found the person who touched his favorite toy. He didn't care about Ariana’s pain or the Key Victoria talked about. All he saw was a thief trying to take his property.Victoria face turned pale seeing him, "It seems my witches failed to keep you occupied." She hissed."Those filthy old hags cannot stop a god." He boasted like the arrogant king he was."You're no god! you're a cursed beast. Nothing more nothing less." She raised her hands, and purple fire danced between her fingers. "You are just a heartless monster, Zayn and you have no idea what kind of power you are playing with."Zayn started to laugh. It was a loud, arrogant sound that made the walls shake. "Power? You think your little sparks and whispers are power? I am the Alpha of Alphas. I don't need magic to break your neck.""You speak of the Void and the Key," Zayn said, his voice smooth and cold. "But you forgot the most imp

Caroline's pov"Don't you worry your pretty head about Ariana. She is nothing to Zayn, she's nothing but a play toy," I heard my mother’s voice drift through the room.I stood before the mirror, quickly wiping a stray tear from my cheek before it could ruin my makeup.​"You weren't there, Mother," I snapped. "You didn't see the way they treated her. They acted like that witch was the center of the universe. Everyone is whispering that she is the one who finally broke Zayn’s curse. They call her his original mate. And when those witches attacked? Zayn didn’t even glance my way. He didn't care if I lived or died, all he cared about was getting to her."​I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood as the image of Zayn looking at Ariana burned in my mind.Even when he was being cruel to her, there was a heat in his eyes, a deep, hidden longing that he never showed me. It was the bond of fated mates, a cruel joke of nature that I absolutely refused to accept.​I hated her. I hated everything

Ariana's pov Zayn walked slowly across the room. His boots made a heavy sound on the floor. He stopped right next to my bed and looked down at me. I gulped nervously intimidated by his stare, his eyes were like icecold and scary. He didn't say anything at first. He just reached out one long finger and slowly touched my cheek. ​Then, his eyes moved down. He looked at my breasts and even though I was wearing a thick, soft white gown, I felt like I had no clothes on at all. I felt small and weak under his gaze. ​"You kept touching yourself right here while you were sleeping," he said. His voice was low and smooth, like a snake. He sat down on the edge of the bed. The mattress sank under his weight, pulling me closer to him. "Tell me the truth, Ariana. Who were you dreaming about?" ​My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst. "I... I don't remember," I whispered. It was a lie. I remembered every second of the dream, but I was too afraid to tell him. ​Za