All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The dragon's eye snapped open, regarding her with a mix of irritation and what Cathy could have sworn was amusement. Its sigh ruffled her hair, the hot breath carrying a faint scent of smoke and something earthy. ‘Not a hugger. Definitely not a hugger.’"Oh, sorry," Cathy said, releasing her hold. "I guess dragons aren't big huggers, huh?"She watched as the creature's gaze pointedly dropped to her stomach, then back to her face. Its expression seemed to convey... something. A message? A warning? ‘It knows something. About what's inside me.’"What?" Cathy asked, her brow furrowing. "Is there something wrong with—"But before she could finish, the dragon rose to its feet in one fluid motion. It gave her one last meaningful look before turning and lumbering off into the trees. ‘Leaving again. Always leaving.’"Hey, wait!" Cathy called after it. "What were you trying to tell me?"Only silence answered. She sighed, running a hand through her tangled hair."Great," she muttered. "For a mag

The dragon's massive head swung around, nostrils flaring as it sniffed at Cathy's midsection for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Its golden eyes held an intelligence that unnerved her, as if it knew something she didn't. ‘Always sniffing. Always staring.’"Enough," Cathy muttered, gently pushing the dragon's snout away. "We need to keep moving."The creature huffed, a puff of warm air ruffling her hair. It nudged her toward a moss-covered log, clearly intent on making her rest again. ‘Protective. Too protective.’Cathy sighed, frustration bubbling up. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. We have to find Magnus." ‘Need to find him. Need to get home.’As she spoke his name, a familiar ache bloomed in her chest. Where was he? Why hadn't he found her yet? The questions swirled in her mind, threatening to overwhelm her. ‘Why isn't he here? He should be here.’The dragon let out a low rumble, drawing her attention back to their surroundings. Something had changed. The air fe

Consciousness returned slowly, and the first thing Cathy registered was Magnus's scent. Pine and earth, with that underlying musk that was uniquely him. She was cradled against his chest, his warmth seeping into her bones, and for a moment she thought she was dreaming. But then she felt it—that now-familiar movement in her stomach, more pronounced than ever. ‘Real. This is real.’Cathy's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry. She blinked, focusing on Magnus's hand splayed protectively over her belly. His fingers were moving, she realized. Counting? ‘What's he doing?’"Six," Magnus murmured, his voice a low rumble she felt as much as heard. "Seven... eight..."‘'What is he doing?'‘ Cathy wondered, her mind still foggy. The movement in her abdomen intensified, as if responding to Magnus's touch. It was stronger than she'd ever felt before, almost... deliberate? ‘Responding to him. It's responding to Magnus.’Realization crashed over her like ice water. Cathy's heart began to race, her

The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, ancient pines looming like silent sentinels. The rich scent of loam and decaying leaves mingled with the sickly-sweet stench of the vampires, making Magnus's nostrils flare in disgust. ‘Death. They smell like death.’Dana took a step forward, her once-familiar honey scent now tainted with the cloying odor of death. "Power isn't about loyalty to a single species, Magnus. It's about adaptation, about seizing opportunities."Magnus's eyes darted between Dana and the vampires flanking her. Their pale, almost translucent skin seemed to glow in the dappled forest light, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. ‘Ancient. They're ancient.’"And what opportunity is worth betraying everything you once stood for?" Magnus snarled, his muscles coiled tight beneath his skin.One of the vampires, a tall, gaunt creature with silver hair, chuckled. "You carry quite the prize, wolf. Dragon magic? Now that's an opportunity worth seizing." ‘They know. T

Magnus's vision flashed red as Viktor's fingers dug into Cathy's shoulders, her wince of pain igniting a primal rage within him. A feral snarl ripped from his throat, his wolf howling for blood, but it was the dragon stirring in his core that truly made the air crackle with tension. Ancient magic coiled through his veins, scales shimmering beneath his skin as the spirit guide roared to life. ‘Hurt her. They're hurting her.’He could sense the twins nestled within Cathy's womb, impossibly still and protected by dragon magic that predated Dana's entire bloodline. The spirit guide had been unusually active since the pregnancy began, as if the unborn children carried some echo of its power. Now, that protective instinct surged to the forefront, nearly overwhelming in its intensity. ‘Mine. They're all mine.’Magnus struggled to maintain his grip on Dana's throat, claws pricking her immortal flesh as he fought for control. Her eyes, green as the deepest sea caves, glittered with centuries o