All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Magnus jerked awake, his senses on high alert. Something was wrong. The infirmary room was empty, Cathy's scent fading. Panic clawed at his chest as he leapt to his feet, eyes scanning frantically."Cathy?" he called, voice hoarse with sleep and fear. "Cathy, where are you?"No answer. Just the faint beeping of abandoned medical equipment. ‘She's gone. Of course she's gone.’He burst into the hallway, nostrils flaring as he caught her scent trail. It was weak, hours old. How long had he been asleep? ‘Too long. Always too fucking long.’Cursing himself for his carelessness, Magnus raced through the pack infirmary, following Cathy's fading trail. It led him outside, into the cool night air. His heart sank as he realized where she was headed.The cemetery. ‘Where else would she go?’Magnus found Cathy kneeling before her mother's fresh grave, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The moonlight cast her pale skin in an ethereal glow, making her look fragile and otherworldly. His heart c

Cathy's gaze drifted across the faces of her former friends, and she felt a pang of despair. Her words might as well have been whispers in the wind—no one was listening. The distance between them yawned like a chasm, and for the first time since losing her mom, Cathy felt a crushing, suffocating loneliness. ‘Alone.’Tears streamed down Cathy's face as she struggled to find the words. "You don't understand," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trapped here too. Magnus would track me anywhere I went. I can't... it's like a chain around my neck." ‘An invisible leash I can't break.’The three werewolves locked eyes, a silent understanding flashing between them. Aria's smirk grew as she dipped into her pocket and pulled out a small vial. The liquid inside was a deep, foreboding red. ‘Blood. Of course it's blood.’"Not if he can't smell you," Aria said, her voice low and conspiratorial. She held up the vial, its contents shimmering ominously in the dim light. "Vampire blood.

Magnus burst through the dungeon doors, his heart pounding in sync with his frantic footsteps. The pack house blurred around him as he raced through corridors, following the fading traces of Cathy's scent. His wolf howled within, urging him faster, desperate to reach their mate. ‘Please be there. Please be safe.’"Cathy!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "Where are you?"Pack members scattered at his approach, pressing themselves against the walls, eyes wide with fear. Magnus barely registered their presence, focused solely on the trail that led him to Cathy's new bedroom. ‘Her room. She has to be in her room.’He skidded to a halt at her door, nearly tearing it from its hinges as he burst inside. "Cathy?"The room was empty, her scent lingering but growing stale. Magnus spun in a circle, nostrils flaring as he tried to pick up her trail. But it simply... vanished. As if she'd disappeared into thin air. ‘Gone. She's gone.’"No," he whispered, disbelief warring with rising

"Smells like a five-star restaurant," Cathy laughed weakly, the sound foreign to her own ears. "Who knew I'd ever be this excited about eating a snake?"She forced herself to wait, watching the meat cook with agonizing slowness. Father's words echoed in her mind: "Patience, Girl. Rush it, and you'll regret it." ‘Patience. Something I never had before.’When she finally took her first bite, it was a herculean effort not to devour everything in seconds. Each morsel tasted of life itself, of one more chance to find her way home. ‘Life. This is what life tastes like.’"One day at a time," she told herself between careful bites. "One step closer to Magnus."As she ate, a new sound caught her attention—the faint rush of moving water. Cathy's head snapped up, hope surging through her veins. ‘More water. Fresh water.’"Water," she breathed, rising on shaky legs. "Real, flowing water."She followed the sound like a woman possessed, pushing through dense foliage until she emerged before a breat

Cathy's eyes fluttered open, sunlight dappling her face through a canopy of leaves. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in protest. She groaned, pushing herself up on shaky arms. ‘Everything hurts. Why does everything hurt?’"Magnus?" she croaked, her voice hoarse. But of course, he wasn't there. The crushing weight of loneliness threatened to overwhelm her. ‘Still alone. Always alone.’As she moved, something felt... wrong. Her clothes hung loose, yet her stomach bulged awkwardly. Frowning, Cathy ran her hands down her sides, counting her ribs. One, two, three... more than she remembered. ‘Too thin. I'm too thin.’"What the hell?" she muttered. "I shouldn't be able to feel this many."Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it. She'd been eating constantly, her hunger rivaling Magnus's post-full moon feasts. So why did she feel so... hollow? ‘Eating everything and still starving.’A low rumble beside her made Cathy start. The dragon's massive head swung to