All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Magnus paced the length of the infirmary room, his boots scuffing against the sterile white tiles. The air reeked of antiseptic and fear, the scents burning his sensitive nose. Dr. Williams moved with practiced efficiency around Cathy's prone form, hooking her up to beeping machines and taking her vitals."What's wrong with her, Doc?" Magnus demanded, his voice rougher than he intended. "Why isn't she waking up?"Dr. Williams glanced up from the blood pressure cuff, his aged face creased with concentration. "Her physical condition is stable. I suspect she's suffering from some sort of acute stress response, likely a severe panic or anxiety attack. The unconsciousness is probably due to dehydration and malnourishment caused by the pregnancy."Magnus froze mid-step, certain he must have misheard. "Pregnancy? That's impossible. I would have sensed it, smelled it on her." ‘Wouldn't I?’The doctor quirked an eyebrow. "You didn't know? Here, come take a look for yourself."He squeezed a gen

Cathy's eyelids fluttered open, the harsh lights assaulting her vision. She squinted, taking in the sterile white walls and beeping medical equipment surrounding her—an unfamiliar infirmary room. As her gaze focused, it landed on the somber face of the doctor standing over her bed."Cathy, do you know where you are right now?" the doctor asked gently.She nodded weakly. "The infirmary. But what happened? Why am I here?" ‘And why does everything feel... wrong?’The doctor sighed. "You suffered an acute anxiety attack. Your blood pressure spiked dangerously high. We've been giving you a blood transfusion to help stabilize you."Cathy's brow furrowed as she glanced down at the clear tube snaking into her arm, dark red blood flowing through it. "A transfusion? For high blood pressure? That doesn't make sense."She searched the doctor's face but he avoided her probing stare. After a long hesitation, he replied, "You're going to need ongoing transfusions over the next couple months. It's cr

Cathy's heart pounded as she pressed her face against the cool glass, her breath fogging the remaining window. Outside, chaos reigned. What had she done? The fight she'd inadvertently caused raged on, Magnus and Lucian locked in a deadly dance."No, no, no," she whispered, her voice trembling. If that infamous vampire killed Magnus... Cathy's chest constricted at the thought. She couldn't bear to live in a world without him. His crooked smile, his gentle touch, the way he made her feel safe, that wild primal sex—all of it would be gone. ‘All of it my fault.’There was only one way to stop this madness. Cathy spun away from the window, her decision made. She had to act now, consequences be damned.She flung open the door and raced outside. The bright sunlight momentarily blinded her, but she pressed on, stumbling forward. Her legs burned as she sprinted, rounding the corner to where the fight was taking place. ‘Stupid. This is so stupid.’The scene before her was like something out of

Magnus inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he caught the lingering traces of Cathy's scent—a delicate blend of her arousal and sadness that clung to the air like a ghostly perfume. His fingers twitched, aching to reach out and comfort her, to pull her close and shield her from the pain of loss. But he couldn't. He was the Alpha, and she was... what? Not quite pack, not quite outsider. The thought twisted in his gut like a knife. ‘What is she to me? What can she be?’He paced the length of his study, each step measured and deliberate, as if he could walk away from the temptation her arousal evoked. Outside the window, he watched as pack members gathered in the gardens below, a sea of black attire amidst the vibrant blooms. They were preparing for Margaret's funeral, a solemn occasion that weighed heavily on them all."Damn it all," Magnus growled, raking a hand through his hair. His wolf prowled restlessly beneath his skin, urging him to go to her, to claim her. He pressed his fore

A familiar scent suddenly cut through the unpleasant scent of anger, stopping Magnus mid-sentence. His nostrils flared, and he whirled around, his eyes locking onto a figure slipping through a side door.Cathy. ‘No. Not like this.’Their gazes met across the crowded hall, and Magnus felt his heart drop. She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't have to learn about her mother from uncaring tongues."Cathy," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the murmurs of the pack.He watched in helpless agony as her eyes fell on the bloodied clothes, as understanding dawned on her face. The color drained from her cheeks, leaving her pale as moonlight. ‘I failed her. Again.’"No," she breathed, her voice breaking. "No, it can't be..."Magnus surged forward, pushing through the crowd, desperate to reach her. But he was too late. Cathy's eyes rolled back, and she crumpled like a marionette with cut strings."Cathy!" Magnus roared, leaping the last few feet to catch her before she hit the floor. Her