Semua Bab The Alpha King’s human breeder : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Five’s POVMy first instinct was to run. To go back to my room and hope he didn’t catch my scent.But I forced myself to exhale. Focusing instead on that presence that pressed against me. He hadn’t moved again. No approaching footsteps, no sense of him becoming more alert. I stood motionless for another long moment, then carefully, carefully, I set the history book back on the shelf and—for some insane reason—moved toward the sound.I told myself it was strategic. That I needed to know where he was in order to avoid him. To avoid Seven—or Elijah getting hurt because of me. I moved around the curve of shelves on silent feet, my hand trailing the wood lightly for orientation.Then I stopped.He was in the alcove at the library’s far end—a reading chair angled toward a low table, a single lamp burning low beside it. Papers spread across the table’s surface, some weighted down with a book, others loose and slightly curled at the edges.He was asleep.Slumped in the chair with his head

Five's POV My breathing changed.It wasn't anger anymore. It was something else, something more complicated. "It doesn't matter—""Who?" He cut in, his thumb moving a fraction, the barest graze along my jaw beneath the swelling. The motion was gentle, but his eyes burned with something barely controlled. It made my breath catch in my throat. "Which one?" "I don't know their names," I whispered, giving in despite myself. "I don't know any of their names, they all look the same to me—" my voice cracked on the last word and I hated it, hated the way grief kept finding the seams. "Where is Seven? What are they doing to her?""You're bleeding," he said, as if I hadn't spoken.And that managed to snap me back. "I know I'm bleeding!" I snapped, the words coming out too loud, echoing off the corridor walls. I pulled my chin from his grip and stepped back, my hands clenched at my sides. "I don't care about my face. I care about my friend, who your guards just dragged out of our room

Five’s POV Another full moon was here. I felt it before I saw it—the tension in the air, the restlessness in the wolves, and the way my heart thrummed a little faster. I waited in my room for the longest time, hoping and praying to the moon goddess that the King wouldn’t send for me. He didn’t. So I slipped out, my steps light and quiet in the dark. Elijah’s words echoed in my mind as I moved—it could be one of you next. I couldn’t wait for that. Especially when the opportunity presented itself in front of me. The full moon—every wolf was distracted by their primal instincts, when the king would most likely be in the woods hunting, or in the library researching. His room was empty. The door was unlocked—it always was, I had noticed. A king who locked his door admitted fear. Lucien didn’t admit anything. I slipped inside and pulled it shut behind me. The room was dark, lit only by the dying embers in the fireplace and the pale wash of moonlight through the curtains.

Five’s POV I stared up at him, my back pressed hard against the cold wall, my heart hammering so violently I was sure he could hear it. “No,” I whispered, even as heat pooled low in my belly. My voice came out shaky, barely convincing even to myself. “I’m not… I won’t—” His grey eyes darkened further, a dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t move back. Instead, his fingers stayed firm under my chin, his thumb brushing my lower lip with deliberate pressure, his massive cock pressing against my lower stomach. “You will,” he hummed, his voice low and commanding. “Because you want to. Because you’ve been staring at my cock like you’re starving for it since the moment you stepped out from behind that curtain.” I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. Part of me wanted to shove him away, to keep pretending this was all wrong, that I hated how my body reacted to him. But my thighs pressed together anyway, and that traitorous ache between them only grew. He waite

Five's POV"The Human Management System was established in direct response to the crisis created by the Great War's conclusion," I read under my breath, my eyes moving across the pages sharply, something close to dread forming in the pit of my stomach. "Prior to the war, humans and wolves existed in a state of contested coexistence—territorial disputes were common but outright subjugation of either species was neither practiced nor formally proposed."My entire world spun. My breath caught in my throat, my lips parting as the words rang in my ears. I stared at it, reading it over. And over. And over again. Something heavy started in my chest, spreading through my entire body with a speed that made my breathing catch. My grip on the book tightened. "It had not always been like this," I whispered, my voice unrecognizable even to my own ears. My eyes found the pages again, my heart pounding in my chest as I read the words that changed everything. 'The decade-long conflict that