Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breed Me, Alpha King : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Magnus paced back and forth across the hardwood floor of his spacious bedroom, his footfalls echoing in the emptiness. The bed loomed large and cold at the center of the room, mocking him with its unoccupied expanse. His thoughts churned as he pictured his delicate mate alone down in the dark, dank dungeons below. Alone with women who hated her. Because of him. He clenched his fists. What kind of alpha, what kind of man, was he to allow his chosen one to languish in a cell while he slept in the lap of luxury? His primal instincts screamed at him to go to her, to wrap her in his arms and carry her back to the soft warmth of his bed where she belonged. But he couldn't, not without the entire pack questioning his judgement and commitment as their leader. Politics. Always fucking politics. Think, dammit, think! He berated himself. There must be some reasonable excuse to have her brought to him, if only for a little while. His mind raced through the possibilities, discarding one flimsy pre

Magnus pulled away suddenly from the embrace, leaving Cathy breathless and aching with need. His stormy blue eyes bore into her as he growled, "You need to walk away now, Cathy. If you stay... I won't be able to resist you much longer." Last warning. Last chance to run. Cathy's heart pounded in her chest. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, screaming for his touch. She knew she should heed his warning and leave, but her feet remained rooted to the floor. She couldn't move. Didn't want to move. "Please..." The desperate plea escaped her lips before she could stop it. "Magnus, please... I need..." The words sounded foreign in her own mouth. Desperate. She didn't even know what she was begging him for. All rational thought had fled, replaced by a primal, all-consuming lust. Her body ached for him in a way she'd never experienced before. Like she might die if he didn't touch her. Magnus clenched his jaw, a war raging behind his eyes. "Cathy, you don't understand what you're asking

He listened to the sound of the shower running, each splash and trickle a tortuous reminder of what he'd had—and what he'd just thrown away. His body ached with the need to go to her, to pull her into his arms and promise her the world. But he couldn't. Not now, not ever. This was all they could have. This morning. These stolen hours. The minutes ticked by, each one an eternity. When the bathroom door finally opened, Magnus braced himself for the sight of her. But nothing could have prepared him for the way she looked, standing there in the early morning light. Her damp hair clung to her neck, her skin flushed pink from the heat of the shower. His towel was wrapped around her and Goddess damn it he wanted to rip it off and fuck her senseless. Even now. Even after everything. "Cathy..." he started, but she held up a hand to stop him. "Don't, Magnus. Just... don't." Her voice was steady, but he could hear the hurt beneath the surface. "I get it, okay? Last night was a mistake. You made

Chapter 271220 words Update date:2026-03-02 00:38:22Cathy's brow furrowed in confusion until she realized they were speculating about Magnus's tattoo. A tattoo she had seen firsthand during their intimate encounter, yet she had been so enraptured by his godlike physique and the overwhelming sensations he evoked that she hadn't paid close attention to the details etched into his skin. Too busy being an idiot to notice important details. Shame and self-loathing washed over her. How could she have been so foolish, so reckless with her heart? Magnus had used her, discarded her like a plaything, and now she was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered dignity. And here she was, still wanting him. Still aching for his touch. Cathy clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. Not here, not now. She had to be strong, to prove to herself and everyone else that she w

As Elias's footsteps receded down the hallway, Magnus's eyes snapped open, his senses suddenly on high alert. A prickle of unease crept up his spine, the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He scanned the library, his gaze darting from the towering bookshelves to the ancient tapestries adorning the walls. At first, nothing seemed amiss. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a flicker of movement near the bathroom door. Shit. His heart stopped. The demiguise was back. Of course it was. His luck couldn't hold forever. Magnus's mind raced, his thoughts spinning with the implications of the creature's return. If it had been watching him and Cathy, if it had seen the tender moments they'd shared... Game over. They were both dead. The demiguise's presence was a far greater danger than he'd initially realized. With its ability to become invisible, to move undetected through the shadows, it could be anywhere. Watching. Waiting. Rep