All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Magnus’s fingers tightened around Silas’s throat—veins pulsing in his forearm as he struggled to contain his rage. Cathy held her breath, terrified he would actually kill Silas right there. But at the last moment, Magnus’s grip loosened.“Get out,” he snarled, shoving Silas toward the door. “And know that next time, I won’t show mercy.”Silas scrambled away—shooting one last venomous glare over his shoulder before disappearing into the night. The moment the door slammed shut, Magnus turned to Cathy. Their eyes locked, and something primal ignited between them. Without conscious thought, Cathy’s feet were moving—propelling her across the room. They collided with such force it knocked the breath from her lungs. Magnus’s arms enveloped her—crushing her against the solid plane of his chest. His lips found hers, gentle at first, then increasingly urgent. Cathy’s head spun as the kiss deepened—tongues tangling, teeth nipping. She couldn’t tell where she ended and Magnus began.‘This is ma

“As the mark heals,” Silas continued, his voice soft but reverent, “it becomes so much more than just a scar.”Cathy turned back to him—her eyes wide with curiosity. “What do you mean?”Silas smiled—a warmth in his eyes that spoke of personal experience. “It transforms into a permanent reminder of the love and commitment shared between mates. Every time Magnus catches a glimpse of it in the mirror, he’ll feel your connection.”A surge of pride and longing rushed through Cathy. “Really?” she whispered.“Absolutely. It’s a badge of honor among our kind,” Silas explained. “A symbol of your love’s strength and resilience.”Cathy’s hand unconsciously drifted to her own unmarked skin. “I never realized…” she murmured.Silas nodded—his expression serious but tinged with joy. “In the world of werewolves, marking is one of our most beautiful and sacred traditions. It celebrates the power of true love and the unbreakable bonds of matehood.”“It sounds… magical,” Cathy breathed, her heart racing

Magnus’s lips brushed her cheek—a feather-light touch that felt like a death sentence. “I’ll check on those intruders,” he murmured, already turning away. Cathy’s heart seized. No. Not again. She couldn’t watch him walk out that door—leaving her alone with this aching, burning need. Her body moved before her mind could catch up.“Wait,” she gasped, grabbing his sleeve. Magnus paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. Cathy’s fingers trembled as she cupped his face—pulling him close. Their lips met, and for one glorious moment, she tasted home.But Magnus didn’t respond. His body went rigid—hands frozen at his sides. Panic clawed at Cathy’s throat. She couldn’t let him go. Not now. Her fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss with desperate intensity.“Cathy,” Magnus mumbled against her lips, trying to pull away. “We can’t—”“Please,” she whimpered, clinging to him. “Don’t leave me like this.” Her body felt like it was on fire—every nerve ending screaming for his touch. She pres

The silence in the cave pressed against Cathy’s eardrums—oppressive and wrong. Something had shifted in the air, an invisible current that raised the fine hairs on her arms. Her breath caught in her throat as a figure materialized from the inky shadows—familiar yet alien.“Dad?” The word escaped her lips in a shaky whisper.Mike stepped forward, and Cathy’s mind reeled. His movements were too fluid, too precise. Gone was the stumbling gait of a drunk—replaced by an eerie, predatory grace. Her eyes darted over his form, struggling to make sense of what she was seeing.His skin, always ruddy from alcohol, now held an unnatural pallor. In the dim light of the cave, it seemed to glow with an otherworldly sheen. Cathy’s gaze locked onto his face—searching for some sign of the man she knew. But his eyes… God, his eyes were different. Darker. Hungry.“Hello, sweetheart,” Mike said, his voice a silky purr that sent chills down her spine. “Daddy’s here now.”Cathy’s heart hammered against her

The rusty scent of blood clung to her nostrils as she dabbed at Silas’s wounds with trembling fingers. Focusing on the task at hand—cleaning, disinfecting, bandaging—helped quiet the tumultuous thoughts swirling through her mind. But even as she worked, she couldn’t shake the image of her father melting into the shadows, disappearing as if he’d never been there at all.Silas winced as she applied antiseptic to a particularly nasty gash across his forearm. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice steadier than she expected. Already, she could see the edges of the wound knitting together—werewolf healing kicking into overdrive.“S’alright,” Silas grunted, his eyes fixed on a point in the distance. “Stings like a bitch, but I’ve had worse.”She nodded absently—her mind racing. The question that had been burning inside her finally bubbled to the surface. “Silas,” she began hesitantly, “how did he move through the shadows like that?” Her hands stilled as she waited for his response, her heart poun