Semua Bab The Alpha King’s human breeder : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Five’s POVThe gunshot echoed through the night, piercing straight to the space I’d tucked away my feelings. A body fell, the thud louder than it was in the silent night.Everything moved in slow motion—Twelve on the floor, a puddle of blood slowly forming around her, the siren getting louder, footsteps gaining on us. A sob caught in my throat. I ran to her—or tried to.But something held me back. A weight. I looked down, and froze in horror. I was clutching a rock, its jagged edges glistening with something red, something warm that stained my hand. My body trembled, the horror clogging my throat. Slowly, my eyes moved—past the puddle of blood, past Twelve, and landed on another. Fifty nine. Her eyes, like Twelve’s, were wide and empty. I screamed. ***I woke up with a gasp, sweat bead on my forehead, a scream caught in my throat. My chest heaved up and down, the terror and grief clinging to my very soul. The room was empty, I was alone. And I was grateful for that. Gra

Five’s POV I hated to admit it. But my heart beat a little faster at the thought of seeing Elijah again. “You’re in a good mood.” I paused, slowly looking up from the shelf I was cleaning. The King stood there, his shoulder braced on a wall, his arms folded, and those stormy eyes pinned on me. My heart skipped a beat. He tilted his head slightly. “Last time I saw you this excited was when you were drugged and eager to get fucked.” I pressed my lips together, fighting back the heat that crept up my neck. I had pushed the memory to the back of my mind—the memory of touching myself while he watched. I scoffed, going back to wiping down the shelf—this time with more aggression than was necessary. “You’ve cleaned that already.” I paused, clenching my jaw. “I’m being thorough.” “You’re being obvious,” he replied. I set the cloth down and turned to face him fully, because staring at a shelf while he watched me was somehow worse than looking at him directly. He hadn’

Five’s POV Two whole days. Seven had not returned for two whole days and the panic was starting to creep in. I’d spent the past days cleaning the King’s room with my head held down, gardening under the sun, and hanging out with Elijah. I did anything—anything to keep my mind from drifting to the the worst possible scenarios. But as I stood once again in our room—my eyes fixed on the bed—I couldn’t help the thoughts that surfaced. An uneasy feeling passed through me. A traitorous part of me reached for the king before I could stop it, as though some hidden part of me had begun to trust him.I didn’t trust him, I shouldn’t. But I needed him. I needed to know if Seven was safe.He had been quiet, avoiding me since the last time I’d disobeyed him. Going to him was a risk. But I needed to know. My hand reached for the doorknob, my fingers brushing the tip. But before I could open it, the door swung open. My breath caught in my throat. Seven stood at the entrance. But th

Five’s POV I didn’t go to Elijah that night. I couldn’t risk getting closer to him, because getting closer to me meant more chances of him getting hurt. And I couldn’t allow it. Not after Seven. So I stayed in that night, staring at Seven’s back as she pretended to sleep, the guilt still gnawing at me. And the weight of the King’s words pressing on me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into the dark. She didn’t respond, but she heard me. I could tell by the way her silhouette stiffened in the dark. *** Morning came grey and quiet. Seven was already gone by the time I woke—her bed made with that careful precision she used for everything. I lay there for a moment looking at it, then got up and started my duties. I moved through the citadel with my head down and my eyes forward, the way I had learned to in my first days here and had since largely abandoned. It felt strange to do it again. Like putting on clothes that no longer fit right. I laughed bitterly to myself. How cou

Lucien's POVThe moon's disappearance had no recorded precedent.I had spent the better part of three days confirming that—cross-referencing the citadel's archive against the Priestess's historical records, against the oldest territorial texts I had access to, against everything the kingdom had documented about lunar phenomena since the war ended.Nothing.Not a single account. Not a myth, not a cautionary tale, not even a rumor passed down through pack oral tradition that described a full moon simply ceasing mid-cycle.Which meant either it had never happened before.Or the records of the last time it happened had been removed.I leaned back in my chair, the report in front of me blurring slightly at the edges.The prophecy sat at the corner of my desk, transcribed in my own hand from the altar stone.‘What was taken will return. What was buried will rise. The blood of the first will walk among the wolves again, and the world will not survive it unchanged.’Destruction.The memory of