Semua Bab His Royal Breeder: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Asher's pov I gasped for air, my fingers digging into my bruised throat where his grip had been just moments before. My lungs burned, but I didn't dare complain as I scrambled to my feet, my hands shaking so violently I could barely pull the heavy ring of keys from my belt. I kept my mouth shut. I knew with every frantic heartbeat that any delay, even a second of hesitation, would mean my certain death. Dracula followed me as the rhythmic clicking of his boots against the stone floor echoed like a ticking clock and with every step he took, the shadows in the hallway seemed to stretch and loom, as if the very darkness was bowing to him. Behind us, Elder Vane trailed at a distance and it took everything I had not to rip his head off. we were in this situation because he had spilled everything to this fucking vampire. We descended the narrow, winding stairs, sinking into the deepest, coldest gut of the castle. The air turned foul, thick with the stench of rot and the bi

Ariana's pov "I said I feel just fine." I let out a long, tired breath as I looked at Bella. She was still checking my pulse. Then she checked my baby’s heart. She had been doing this for the whole trip back home and kept asking me the same things over and over. Asking if I was okay. Asking if the baby was okay. ​It was sweet that she cared. But it was getting to be too much. ​"I am just doing my job, Luna," Bella said looking up at me. ​I was sitting on the big bed in Zayn’s room. A little while ago, Zayn had walked out to talk to his beta. He wanted to make sure the borders were safe. So, I was stuck here alone with Bella. ​"Luna?" I said. ​"Of course, who else would you be? Now that Zayn wants to make you his, you will be the Luna of this pack," she said with a slow wink. ​I had not really thought about that. Was Zayn truly serious? If he made me his, would I really be the Luna of the pack? It was hard to believe as not long ago, I was just a girl.

The moonlight from the balcony caught the blue in his eyes, making him look even more seductive. His hand moved upward, his thumb grazing the valley between my breasts. I felt my breath hitch. The air in the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. A while ago, I detested his touch, but now I absolutely craved it. I craved him like a favorite addictive drug. He kissed me again and It wasn't like before, it wasn't rough or demanding, this time it was slow, possessive, and agonizingly thorough. It tasted like danger and addiction, and I loved it. I loved every second of it. "Zayn," I breathed into the kiss. "Mmm?" He moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. I let out a soft moan, and I felt him vibrate with a satisfied purr. "You have no idea how much trouble you are, Ariana. Everyone seems to want you, as a goddess, a queen, a bride. And I?" He pulled back just an inch, his eyes burning with a hunger that had nothing to do with bloodlust.

The temperature in the training pit seemed to drop ten degrees and as the guard reported to him. The council where here and for me? "The Council," Zayn echoed. The word sounded like a curse. He turned over to me, his eyes tracking over my leather leggings and messy hair. "Go to your room. Put on something that doesn't scream I’ve been rolling in the dirt with a werewolf. Bella! Get her cleaned up!" An hour later, I was standing outside the massive obsidian doors of the throne room. Bella had scrubbed me within an inch of my life and poured me into a gown of deep violet silk that felt more like armor than clothing. Zayn wasn't sitting on his throne. Instead, he was leaning against it, one leg crossed over the other, looking bored enough to fall asleep. In the center of the room stood three men. They looked like they had been carved out of ancient, grumpy oak trees. They wore heavy robes of gray, and their eyes were sharp, judgmental, and currently fixed on me as I walked in.

I looked at Zayn, and my heart felt like it was made of lead. People always say it’s easy to do the right thing, but it was much harder than it sounded. In my mind, I knew Ezekiel was dangerous, but my heart was at war with itself. At the end of the day, I couldn't just forget who he was. Ezekiel was the father of my child and he was also the man I had loved with everything I had. How could I just flip a switch and want him dead? I stared at my hands, wondering if I truly had the strength to kill him myself, or if I could even stand there and watch the life leave his eyes. The thought made me feel sick to my stomach. Zayn must have seen the pain on my face as he leaned in closer, his voice low and steady. "Do not worry," he said, trying to calm me down. "I will be the one to take that burden. You won't have to do it." Before I could even process his words, I heard a loud, rhythmic thumping sound. I looked past Zayn and saw Hailey. She was stomping her feet across the