All Chapters of His Royal Breeder: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

​"That is silly! It is impossible! You are Lucifer, you cannot feel love," I yelled at him. My voice sounded loud in the quiet room. I looked at him with wide, angry eyes. I was shaking in fear but I didn't want him to see that I was afraid. ​Lucifer did not get angry at my shouting and it only made me even more nervous. Usually, when people yelled at him, they ended up dead. Instead, he stepped closer. He was so close that I could smell his scent. He smelled like expensive smoke and the flowery perfume I put in my hair this morning. ​"It is not silly to me," he said. His voice was very soft, almost like a whisper. "I am deeply in love with you, Lilith. I have never felt this way about anyone before." ​He reached out his hand, and I flinched. ​"I want to own you," he continued, his eyes glowing with a dark light. "I want every part of you to be mine. Right now, it is very hard for me not to grab you and kiss you until you can't breathe and fuck you till you know nothing

Ariana's Pov I I sat up in bed so fast that the world started to spin. I gasped for air, my chest feeling tight and heavy. My heart was thudding against my ribs, and my skin was covered in a cold, sticky sweat. I closed my eyes, but the images wouldn't go away. The dream was playing in my head like a movie. It was so clear. It didn't feel like a normal dream where things are fuzzy and strange. It felt like a real memory. It felt like I had actually been there, standing on that cold stone floor, smelling the smoke and the old metal of the castle. In my head, I saw him again. I saw the man with the glowing blue eyes. I thought Dracula was the Devil himself. I thought he was a monster who only wanted to hurt people. But if that dream was a real memory, then I was wrong. In the dream, Dracula wasn't the Devil. He was the Devil’s son. His father was Lucifer, the king of all things dark and evil. And he hadn't kidnapped Lilith to hurt her. He had rescued her.

The mention of Ezekiel’s name sent a sharp jolt through my chest, stronger than any of the lingering physical pain. I gripped the edge of the dresser to keep my balance, my knuckles turning white. "Ezekiel?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Is he okay?" Asher leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sparkling with that usual mischievous glint, though his expression softened when he saw how desperate I was. "He’s alive, Ariana. Angry, brooding, and currently trying to kick down the walls of his cell, but alive. He felt your shift. Even through the dampening spells in the dungeon, he felt you." I felt a wave of relief so intense I almost slid back into the floor. Zayn’s presence behind me stiffened. I could feel the coldness radiating off him at the mention of his rival. To Zayn, Ezekiel was a prisoner and a threat. To me, he was the only person who had ever looked at me and seen something worth saving. "He shouldn't have felt anything," Zayn said, his voice dropping an

Asher's pov Later at night. I walked down the dark, stone steps to the dungeon. It was cold and damp, and the air smelled like old dirt. I was going to visit Ezekiel. It had been many hours since Ariana left with Zayn. I felt very happy that both of them were finally out of my kingdom. They were just too much trouble, and I was tired of dealing with them especially that brute of a monster Zayn. ​I knew Zayn was a strong man, but I never thought he was that powerful and in the moment of his rage I realized that if I tried to fight him, I would lose for sure. It was better for me to stay out of his way. ​I stopped in front of the metal bars of the cell. I stared at Ezekiel who was sitting on the floor at the very back of the cell. His head was hanging down low toward his chest. He looked completely broken and defeated. Seeing him like this made me feel a strange sense of excitement and power. ​Then, I thought about Ariana. It was such a shame that she left.

"What do you want?" King Asher asked. He tried to look brave and keep a straight face, but I could see his hands shaking. He was terrified. ​"I heard about your new friendship and alliance." I said, taking a slow step toward him. "I heard you made a deal with Zayn, the Wolf King." ​As I walked, my dark, torn cloak began to fix itself. It looked like magic invisible needles and threads were sewing the fabric back together until it looked brand new. ​"You knew I was real this whole time," I continued. My eyes began to glow a deep, scary red. "The wolves forgot about me, but you didn't. And yet, you were still stupid enough to stab me in the back. Your people, the white witches, were supposed to stay out of my wars. That was the deal I made with your grandfathers a long time ago. I told them very clearly: stay away from my vampires and my dark witches, and I won't kill you all. It was a simple rule." ​I stopped right in front of him. I was so close I could hear his heart th