All Chapters of The Alpha King’s human breeder : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Five’s POV“I’m not judging you,” she clarified, her voice quieter now. “I understand it. He’s—I understand it. But Five.” She held my gaze. “Look at this room.”I looked.“Two beds,” she pointed. “One of them double the size we had to share before. Two windows. A dress with his sigil. Guards who step back when you walk past.” She paused. “He is giving you things.”My breath stuttered. “I know that,” I whispered, suddenly feeling exposed.“Do you know why?”I said nothing.“Because things given can be taken,” she said simply. “Every comfort he provides is also a leash. The nicer the room, the more you have to lose. The softer he is with you, the harder it becomes to remember what he is.” She looked at her hands in her lap. “I’ve watched it happen. Girls who arrived the way you arrived—angry, sharp, impossible to manage—and then slowly the edges wore down. Not because anyone forced them. Because someone was kind.”The room was quiet.I thought of his hand on my back.The steadiness of

Five’s POVThis time, there was a guard outside his door and he stepped aside before I reached the door. I knocked once and pushed it open without waiting for a response, which I had stopped apologizing for.He was at his desk as usual. He looked up when I entered, and something moved briefly in his expression—that small involuntary shift I had started noticing, the one he didn't always manage to put away fast enough."The facility sent girls," I said, stopping in front of his desk.He set his pen down."Yes," he confirmed.So he knew. "How many?”"Seven."The rumors were correct. Seven girls. "Were you expecting them?" He paused. For half a second too long."It was a standard request," he informed. "Submitted one weeks ago.""One week ago," I repeated. "Before or after the facility sent the search request?"Something shifted in his eyes.He didn't answer, which was its own answer."King Lucien." I leaned forward slightly, my hands on the edge of his desk. "If one of those girls

Five's POVI let the silence sit for a moment.Let the revulsion settle into something I could work with.Then I crouched back down in front of him."What does Elvis want with me?" I asked quietly.His expression shifted—a small careful movement, the look of someone deciding how much to give."That's not why you came here," he voiced."Answer the question, Elijah." He studied me.I held his gaze and let him look, let him search for whatever he was searching for. I had nothing to hide in my expression at this particular moment because what I felt was genuine—not the hurt he wanted to see, not the softness he was hoping was still there, but something real nonetheless.I needed to know.He saw that.He looked away first."Before you," he started slowly, "Elvis's target was the King."I stayed very still."He's been building a case against him for years," Elijah continued, his voice low, cautious about the man standing behind me. "King Lucien has consolidated more power than the council

Five’s POVI felt him go stiff for a brief second. Then his hand went around my waist. I expected him to push me away, to snap at me. Instead, he pushed me against the wall roughly. A gasp escaped my lips. His hand came around my neck, not choking—just firm enough to tilt my head back, his thumb pressing under my jaw so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. They were darker than usual, his pupils blown, that carefully controlled expression cracking for the first time.Then his mouth crashed onto mine.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was pure demand—lips hard, teeth nipping at my lower lip until I opened for him on a startled moan. His tongue pushed in immediately, claiming, tasting, swallowing the sound I made like it belonged to him. The hand on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above my hip as he pinned me harder against the wall, the cold surface biting into my shoulders through the thin fabric of my shirt.I could feel every line of him—b

Lucien's POV "You don't know what the facility wants from me," she continued, "so you won't hand me over." My jaw tightened. "And most of all," she pressed on, her voice strained, "you need me. You need your mate to bear strong pups." I felt something hot stir in my chest. Something unfamiliar yet familiar. That feeling I buried years ago. The feeling of being backed in a corner. She knew the stakes. She had thought about it and planned accordingly. I would never hand her to the facility. And without the threat of the facility, she had nothing to lose. "I could kill you." She smiled. "You could," she shrugged, "but you wouldn't." Something snapped inside of me. My wolf stirred again, this time with something more complicated than satisfaction. Pride. I almost laughed at that. She was going to get herself killed and my wolf was proud of her. I let go of her neck, but didn't move away. She didn't move either. She held my gaze, that unflinching determination gl