All Chapters of The Alpha King’s human breeder : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Five's POV"She seems nice," Seven muttered.I remained quiet, just watched Five fifty's retreating back.She seemed nice—on the surface.But I didn't know what was underneath, so I couldn't trust it."I don't trust her," I confessed, my voice barely audible.But Seven caught it anyway."I see why," she hummed, turning back to face the weed. "After Elijah..."She trailed off, as though saying his name was some kind of taboo.I looked at her profile—the set of her jaw, the careful way she kept her eyes on the garden bed, the slight tension around her mouth that appeared whenever something sat unspoken between us.The guilt arrived quietly, the way it always did.Seven didn't know.She knew about Elijah. She knew about the escape plan, about the council chamber, about the book. But she didn't know I had powers I couldn't explain and that the facility had sent girls who might be watching me.She didn't know the facility was hunting me specifically—not as a runaway, not as a girl who had

Five's PoVFive fifty hit him from the side with the full force of someone who had committed entirely to the impact, no hesitation, no half-measure. They went sideways together, the blade clattering against the stone, his grip on my arm ripping free.I blinked in shock, then scrambled to my feet quickly.They were struggling on the ground—Five fifty small beneath him, fighting with an efficiency that wasn't panic.It was something trained and specific and deliberate in a way that made the back of my mind notice even while the rest of it was focused entirely on surviving the next thirty seconds.He got his hands around her throat.The heat returned.I didn't question it.I didn't reach for it carefully or try to direct it—I just let it come, let it move through me the way it wanted to move, and raised my hand.The blade scraped across the floor.Into my grip.I crossed the distance in two steps and drove it into the back of his neck.The sound it made was something I would not let mys

Five’s POV I pressed my lips together hard, trying to stop the tremble. It didn't help. "Sit down," he whispered quietly. "I don't—" "Five." He cut in. It was not a command this time. "Sit down." I sat on the edge of the chair beside his desk, keeping my eyes glued to the ground. Because looking at him was not something I could handle in that situation. I was to scared to see that anger, that disappointment on his face. He crouched in front of me. Which was such an unexpected thing for him to do—Lucien, who stood over everything, who occupied rooms from a height that reminded you constantly of the difference between you—that I looked at him despite myself. His eyes were level with mine. "Tell me exactly what happened," he urged, his voice soft. And that was all it took for me to break down. Through tears, I told him about the guard. The pace that was too fast, the corridor that was too empty, the forearm across my throat. I told him about Five fifty coming from behind,

Lucien's POV I didn't know how long I spent watching her sleep, or why I watched her sleep—I blamed it on my wolf's need to be close to her—but by the time her eyes finally fluttered open, morning had rolled by. She sat up, her face twisted into a confused frown for a moment, then slowly—as if the memories returned to her in that order—a darkness settled on her face. My chest tightened at the sight. "You're up," I whispered, watching her closely. She still didn't look at me. I understood that. I had sat in this chair for most of the night watching her sleep and trying to locate the version of myself that would have found this manageable—the version that existed before a selection room and a mate bond and a girl who had looked at me with tears on her face and said 'make it go away ' like I was someone capable of doing that. I hadn't found him. 'Make it go away.' The words had done something to me that I was still not prepared to examine directly. Not because of th

Five's POV I didn't want to acknowledge what the King had done to me.I couldn't.Because then I would be going against what I had said to Seven about having it under control.So I pushed it to the place I pushed things I couldn't afford to think about yet—the same place I had pushed Twelve's face, and Fifty-nine's note, and the feeling of a rock in my hand in an open field— and kept walking.The corridor was busy with morning activity, staff moving through their routines with practiced efficiency. I moved through it the same way, my face arranged into the correct expression, my steps carrying the correct pace.Nothing to see.Nothing unusual.I was almost back to the east wing when she appeared.Five fifty stepped out of the side corridor, her timing careful, as though she had been waiting.She fell into step beside me without announcing herself, which was either instinct or training and I still didn't know which."It's been quiet," she observed, her voice low, directed at the middl