All Chapters of The Alpha King’s human breeder : Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Five's POV "Where have you been?" Seven demanded the moment I stepped into the room. I didn't say anything, just walked straight to the corner I usually slept in. My head ached from the flood of new information, but even more from the impossible event in that room. The way the chair had lurched backward without anyone touching it. The way my skin had felt on the verge of explosion. I shut my eyes. "I was worried about you," Seven continued, ignoring the fact that I was ignoring her, "you disappeared. You keep disappearing." I squeezed my eyes, as if that alone could shut her out, could shut the world out. She went quiet for a long moment, her gaze burning through my skin. "You fucked him." The accusation landed heavy in the room, knocking the breath out of me. My eyes flew open. "I didn't." Her jaw was clenched, her eyes hard and skeptical. "Then why didn't you return?" I studied her for a long moment. My roommate—the hostile girl who had somehow managed to ge

Five’s POVThe garden had become the closest thing to freedom the citadel allowed.It wasn’t freedom.The walls still towered around us. Guards still lingered at every entrance. Cameras still watched from their hidden places.But there was sunlight.Real sunlight. And in that moment, I needed it more than anything. I tilted my face toward it for a brief moment, letting the warmth settle over my skin before lowering my gaze again.Seven sat beside me on the stone edge of a dry fountain, quiet. She was usually quiet, but this had texture to it. She hadn’t mentioned what I’d told her.Not once.She hadn’t called me delusional. She hadn’t argued. She hadn’t tried to convince me I’d imagined everything.Instead, she’d become… thoughtful.It scared me more than if she’d laughed.Elijah approached with a basket balanced against one hip.“They’re making us replant the eastern beds,” he muttered as he handed Seven a pair of gloves. “Apparently someone decided the flowers aren’t symmetrical e

Five’s POV He didn’t pull back. His mouth stayed at my ear, his breath warm and steady, the words still hanging between us like a blade. My pulse hammered against the careful press of his fingers on my jaw. I should have stepped away. I should have said something sharp, something that reminded him I was not a thing he could simply claim and lock away. Instead I stayed still. His thumb traced the line of my jaw again, slower this time, then drifted lower, brushing the soft place just beneath my ear. The touch was light. Deliberate. It made my breath catch in a way that had nothing to do with fear. “Five,” he murmured, and the way he said my name—quiet, almost careful—felt more dangerous than any order he’d ever given me. I turned my face just enough that our mouths were close. Close enough that I could feel the heat of him. “You don’t get to decide what keeps me safe,” I whispered. Something dark and hungry flickered behind his eyes. The careful nothing finally c

Five’s POV “When?” “Two days ago,” he responded. “I’ve been meaning to bring it to you. I thought—” he glanced between me and Seven, “you both needed to see it. There’s information in here that changes everything.” Seven was watching me. I was watching him. The book sat between us in his outstretched hand, familiar and patient. ‘Not everyone who is kind to you is safe.’ Lucien’s words still rang in my head. Elijah working under a Lord Elvis. I thought of Fifty-nine laughing at my jokes. I thought of the note sliding under the door. ‘Trust no one.’ But I also thought of the food, still warm. Of him crouching in the dirt beside me without being asked. Of the way he had listened when I broke down about Fifty-nine and hadn’t tried to fix it or use it. I took the book. He was my friend. I opened it to the first page. A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation. I kept my face sti

Lucien's POVElvis's expression didn't change. But something behind his eyes did—a small sharp adjustment, recalibrating."My king," Elder Crane started carefully, "the principle of the matter—""The principle," I cut in firmly, turning to look at him, "is not your concern."Crane's mouth closed. He was close to a line and he knew it, could see it. I looked around the table slowly, making the eye contact deliberate and unhurried, letting each elder understand individually that I was not reacting. I was deciding."She is my slave," I continued, my voice carrying that low evenness that the room had learned over the years to treat as more serious than volume. "Assigned to my chambers. Operating under my authority." I paused. "Which means her movements—and her discipline—fall under my jurisdiction exclusively."'Mine!' My wolf growled, threatening to burst out and prove it. I clenched my fist, holding him back. "Of course, your majesty," someone murmured. "No one is suggesting otherwis