Todos los capítulos de The Alpha King’s human breeder : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Lucien's POV "The source is precisely the matter before us," I insisted. "A sacred declaration from the goddess's altar reached the council through unofficial channels. Before we discuss the content, I would like to understand how a private proceeding at a protected religious site became council knowledge without my authorization." The table went quiet. If they wanted to come after me, they should be more than ready and fucking fortified. I looked at Elvis. He met my gaze with that pleasantness. "I'm certain an investigation could be commissioned," he offered. "I've already commissioned one," I informed, leaning back. "It will be complete within the fortnight." Something moved in his eyes. It was small and quick, but I caught it. "In the meantime," I continued, "the council has questions about the prophecy's content. I'll answer them." Castellan leaned forward slightly. "The prophecy warns of great chaos," he began. "Of the existing order being overturned. Of

Five’s POV She glanced behind her. Then at me. "The east quarters," she answered, her voice was barely audible. "When lords visit, we're — we're kept there. During the proceedings." "Kept," I echoed, a small frown on my face. She pressed her lips together. "Until they're done," she explained. "In case we hear something." I looked at her, disgust settling in my chest. Humans here were caged incase they heard something. Not because they were resting, or for their benefit. Because they were a security risk. The Castellan estate confined its human staff during political proceedings the way you confined something you were afraid of. "How many of you?" I asked. "Forty, maybe fifty," she responded. "The estate's regular staff plus the facility girls Lord Castellan received last month." Last month. I scoffed. "Are they alright?" I asked, my mind already moving. I didn’t know exactly how much time I had to gain the ally I needed before Lucien finished. She l

Five's POV I sat in the dungeon, awaiting my punishment. If seventy strokes was the price to pay for spreading the rebellion, then I would pay it a thousand times. I bit my lip. I wasn't afraid. But not being afraid didn't mean the thought of that much pain didn't make my stomach hurt. I should've known what they were after. Should've known better than to underestimate Rebecca and Elvis. I thought of Lucien and his blank expression. My stomach tightened. He had warned me. He had threatened consequences himself if he had to. He was still king and still an accomplice in everything happening to humans. So why did the thought of him hurt? Why did I feel a tightening in my chest when he had given them the go ahead to punish me? I let out a low laugh. "What's funny?" One of the guards stationed outside my cell asked. I pressed my lips together. It was dark. Almost too dark. But my sight had always been sharp in the darkness. So I could see him clearly as he

Five's POV "Take her away," Lucien ordered. Cato didn't hesitate. He grabbed the girl by her upper arm, leading her out of the room. My eyes followed them, an ugly feeling settling in my chest. The silence between us was heavy. My nails dug into my fists. The door closed. I looked at him. He looked back. "That," he said, "is the consequence of your actions." "Don't," I warned. "She is not the first," he continued, his voice carrying that flat evenness that was somehow worse than anger. "Seven spent days in a cell because of you. That girl took seventy strokes because of you. Five fifty disappeared because of you." He held my gaze steadily. "Every time you move without thinking, someone near you pays the price." "I think about every move I make," I argued, fighting back the feeling his words ignited. He wanted me to feel guilty, he wanted me to back down. I won't let him win. "You think about the meaning if what you are doing." He took a step closer.

Lucien's POV After minutes of threats, Fenn —the head of facility seven— finally walked out of my office, his head hung low, and everything I needed from him delivered. Rebecca had made her move. She had shown me exactly where she stood and what she wanted. Now it was time to show mine. I had given her a week. She had used that week to orchestrate the Castellan proceedings, position her brother at the estate, and arrange for Five to be discovered and sentenced in front of the full council. She had not sent me a single name. I looked at the report on my desk. Theron had been thorough — the financial records from Rebecca's family holding company, the correspondence trail between the Castellan estate and the facility's secondary operation, the guest records cross-referenced against the names Fenn had provided before he left the citadel. Fourteen names. Lords, administrators, one member of the religious council, two territorial commanders. People who had signed off