All Chapters of The Alpha King’s human breeder : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lucien's POVFucking Five."Bring her to me!" I snarled at Cato, my claws protruding.He rushed out of the room, very obviously happy to be away from my wrath.What the fuck was she thinking?The fury spread through me, threatening to explode.My wolf didn't claw at the barrier like I'd expected him to.He simply remained quiet — watching."My King," she bowed.My body moved before my mind caught up, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her against the wall.She gasped.The sound pierced right through the haze, traveling somewhere deep inside of me.The side of me I'd pushed away before summoning her.I let go of her neck, my eyes — traitorous — assessing her to make sure she was okay."What the fuck did you do?" I snarled.She straightened, not at all phased by my fury.On the contrary, she looked fucking pleased with herself."What needed to be done," she answered, holding my gaze.I turned sharply.The reports were spread across my desk — six of them, delivered within the same hou

Five's POV The message network had been Seven's discovery. She had found it three weeks ago while on a kitchen assignment that took her through the administrative corridor adjacent to the communications room — the room where the citadel's official correspondence was prepared, sealed, and dispatched through the relay network that connected every major pack territory in the kingdom. The relay network was old. Older than the current citadel, older than Lucien's reign, older than the post-war administration that had built itself on top of whatever had existed before. It ran through a series of stations positioned at territorial boundaries — not wolves, not humans, but a system of signal towers that passed encoded messages from point to point using a combination of light pulses and physical carriers. Couriers. Human couriers, as it turned out. Because wolves were too valuable to spend on message-running and humans were cheap and reliable and moved through checkpoints with les

Lucien's POV"Find out who runs Facility Seven," I ordered. "The head administrator. Their name, their location, their direct communication channel."Cato didn't move immediately.Which meant he had something to say about it."Speak," I said."Requesting a meeting with a facility administrator through official channels will alert the faction," he informed carefully. "If they have someone watching your correspondence—""I'm not requesting," I clarified. "I'm summoning. There is a difference." I turned from the window. "Use the royal directive channel. Not the council's administrative system — the crown's direct authority. It bypasses the standard logging."Cato's expression shifted slightly.The royal directive channel was not used often.It was not used often because using it announced, to anyone who understood the kingdom's administrative architecture, that the King was moving on something he did not want the council to see in advance.It was also, importantly, irrefusable.A facil

Lucien's POVShe was in the garden.As I'd hoped.She was below, in the east garden, crouched beside the beds with her hands in the soil and her fringe catching the afternoon light.I watched her without deciding to watch her.She moved the way she always moved when she thought no one was paying attention — with a kind of ease that disappeared the moment she became aware of being observed. Something looser. Something that was closer to the person underneath the managed exterior she deployed for everyone including, most of the time, me.She sat back on her heels and tilted her face up toward the light.I swallowed.She was—Beautiful."Five," I called.She didn't flinch. Of course she didn't.She must've sensed me the way she usually did.She turned."King Lucien."I pressed my lips together.The way she said my name, the softness of her voice when she was not trying, did something to me.Everything about her did something to me."Come with me to the pond," I ordered.She opened her mo

Lucien's POV The Castellan estate announced itself from a distance. That was the first thing — the way it sat in the landscape, deliberate and visible, positioned on elevated ground that gave it a clear view of every approach road for miles in every direction. It wasn't a fortress, but it was designed with the intention to see visitors before the visitors saw them. I had been here a couple of times—after I'd first met Rebecca. And it The second thing I noticed was the flags. The Castellan family's standard flew at the gates as expected — that was protocol, that was courtesy, the host territory marking itself. But beside it, on a secondary staff, flew a pennant I recognized from the council's formal proceedings. The assembly banner. Neutral territory formally declared. Also expected. What was not expected was the third flag. Smaller. Positioned lower than the others. The standard of the outer territorial council — the administrative body that governed the facility ne