All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cathy’s hands were still shaking.She kept telling herself it was from the cold, from sitting there in the forest wearing Magnus’s oversized jacket while the evening air bit through the thin fabric. But she knew better. Her hands were shaking because she couldn’t stop seeing Viktor’s face—that horrible moment when his perfect teenage features split apart like a mask, revealing the nightmare underneath. The sweet smell of death that shouldn’t smell sweet at all.That morning felt like a lifetime ago. That morning she had been stumbling through these same woods, lost and alone, her heart shattered from the pack’s rejection. They didn’t want her. Magnus’s own wolves had looked at her like she was a liability, a weakness their Alpha couldn’t afford. So she had run. Again. Just like she’d run from Dad, just like she’d run from everything that hurt too much to face.She had thought she was done running toward things that might save her.But then Dana had found her instead. Beautiful, terrib

The guilt of that knowledge ate at him daily. By loving her, by allowing their bond to develop, he'd essentially condemned her to a life where his enemies would see her as the ultimate weapon against him. Every vampire who wanted revenge, every rogue pack seeking to challenge his authority, every political rival looking for an advantage—they'd all target the human woman whose death would destroy him utterly.And now there were children to consider. Children whose very existence broke every law of supernatural biology. Children who would inherit Kaito's power, making them more valuable than all the territory disputes in the world combined.Magnus had fucked up. Badly.The smart thing—the responsible thing—would have been to reject the mate bond when he'd first recognized it. Push Cathy away, help her find a safe place far from his world, and live with the hollow ache of an incomplete soul for the rest of his existence. It would have been kinder to both of them in the long run.But he'd

Cathy watched in awe as Magnus’s hulking wolf form shimmered and shifted, fur receding to reveal tanned skin and rippling muscles. Even as a human, tension radiated from every line of his body. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as he strode to his truck, yanking on a spare shirt and jeans. The fabric caught on his still-damp shoulders.Her mind whirled with everything that had happened. Vampires. Werewolves. Magic. And now… whatever the hell Viktor was. It was too much. Way too much for one day.“Who are the Lunarii?” The question burst from her lips before she could stop it. Before she could think about whether she really wanted to know.Magnus’s shoulders stiffened. For a moment, Cathy thought he might not answer. But then he sighed—this deep, exhausted sound that made her chest ache—grabbing the paper bag of sandwiches he’d bought earlier. God, had it really only been a few hours ago? Time felt… elastic now.He made his way over to where she perched on a fallen log, movements careful

The forest fell silent, as if holding its breath. Magnus inhaled sharply, Cathy’s scent hitting him like a tidal wave. Arousal. Potent and intoxicating. His body reacted instantly—every cell screaming to claim her. He could take her right here, pin her against a tree and satisfy the primal urge coursing through him. No one would dare intrude on their Alpha’s territory. But a flicker of reason pierced through the haze of desire. Too exposed. Too dangerous. Maybe.Without a word, Magnus changed course, cradling Cathy’s body against his chest as he raced towards their hidden sanctuary. The cave loomed before them—a dark maw promising secrecy and safety. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.The moment they crossed the threshold, something snapped inside him. There was no time for tenderness, no space for gentle foreplay. He tore at her clothes in silence. Her eyes tracked his every move—dark pools of desire that made his chest tight. When she was naked before him he took a step back

Magnus stood at the head of the conference table, his voice steady as he recounted Viktor’s revelation. “The vampires believe our blood holds the key to daywalking,” he explained, his gaze sweeping across the pack elders’ attentive faces. “This isn’t just about territory anymore. It’s about our very essence.”Elder Lydia leaned forward, her brow furrowed. “And you’re certain Viktor wasn’t lying?”Magnus nodded, his hands splayed on the polished wood. “As certain as I can be. The vampire’s desperation was…” He paused, searching for the right word. “I saw it myself. He could daywalk and he became years younger.”“This changes everything,” Elder Jonas muttered, stroking his graying beard.Magnus opened his mouth to respond, to lay out the strategic implications, when it hit him. A scent. No—not just a scent. A tidal wave of pheromones that slammed into him with physical force.Cathy.His carefully constructed mask of control shattered. Magnus staggered backward, his hand shooting out to