All Chapters of The Alpha King’s human breeder : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61: a facility girl

Five’s POVHis words rang in my head. “Stay away from him.”“The only warning I intend to give you before this becomes something I can’t protect you from.”“Something I can’t protect you from.”I had fallen right into his trap.The something the King couldn’t protect me from. The exact situation he had warned me about. His aura pressed down on me, dark and eerie in a way that made goosebumps rise on my skin. I swallowed, forcing my body to keep from trembling. It wasn’t fear I felt. No. It was something else. Something darker. Warning bells rang in my ears. But it was too late.I had been caught. Cornered like a rat with nowhere left to run.A prey. Once again a prey. “Rise.” One word. Uttered with such authority, it almost rivaled the King’s.I looked up. He wasn’t what I expected.That was the first thing.I had expected someone overtly dangerous. Someone whose threat announced itself.Instead he was—pleasant looking.That was the word. Pleasant. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, t

Chapter 62: manageable

Five's POVHis eyes were glued to me, watching my face with a blank expression. He had done this before. I could tell by the way he focused, the way he spoke pleasantly. He was good at this. And while I might not have experience like him, I had reason. Reasons not to fall into his trap.My mind drifted to Fifty-nine.Years of shared meals and whispered fears and I had never once seen her for what she was until a gun was pointed at my head.This man had been dangerous since before he opened his mouth."You're very quiet," he observed. "For a slave who breaks into restricted libraries." He tilted his head. "Who the King assigns personally, dresses in his own sigil, and defends before the full council." 'Defends before the full council.'The king had defended me. My pulse hammered in my chest. That familiar treacherous warmth moving through it.Now's not the time to unpack that. Not when my faith rested in the hands of a dangerous, sly man. "One begins to wonder what exactly she is

Chapter 63: I can’t do anything for you

Lucien’s POV‘Kill.’My wolf slammed against the barrier with a violence that rattled through my bones.I clenched my fists against the desk, knuckles whitening, and held him back through sheer force of will.Cato kept his head bowed.He had delivered the report in the careful measured tone he used when the information was bad and he knew it—Five had been found in the library. Elvis had been waiting. She had been taken to the holding room in the east wing, which was not a cell but was close enough to one that the distinction barely mattered.“How long?” I asked.“Six hours, my king.”Six hours. Elvis had had her for six hours.My wolf threw himself forward again and I pushed back, my jaw clenching so hard it ached.“Leave,” I ordered.Cato left without another word, which was the correct decision.I stood, my legs automatically moving in the direction I wanted it to without thinking. It had been a trap. Elvis had brought her up at the council meeting and threatened her knowing I w

Chapter 64: a fugitive

Lucien’s POVFor a long, drawn-out moment, she didn’t say anything.But I could hear the sound of her rapid breathing, each breath shallow and uneven. I could smell the faint hint of anger wafting from her, sharp beneath the lingering scent of fear.She was angry. Good. "If you carry my pup," I continued, keeping my voice steady, "Elvis cannot touch you."The room fell completely quiet.Even her breathing seemed to falter. "A human carrying the King's offspring," I explained, "is protected under pack law. Inviolable. No elder, no lord, no council member can make a claim against your safety or your movements without going through me directly."I finally turned to her again. I watched her carefully.There was something almost absurd about how still she had become.Like her mind had stopped moving while it tried to comprehend what I had just offered her.Protection.Freedom, in a twisted sense.All for something she clearly wanted no part of.Her expression was doing several things i

Chapter 65; the predator

Five's POV'All you've done is whine and throw tantrums.'The words echoed in my head. Over And over.And over again.Not because they were cruel, but because they had been true. All I'd done since I got here was throw tantrums. I'd gotten information, but nothing useful. Just history. It wasn't always like this. So what? I still didn't know if the human pack existed, what Fifty-nine had truly been after. I still hadn't gained the freedom Twelve had died for. I balled my fist. The only way out of this situation was to be bred. I let out a bitter laugh. I had come this far, had killed my own friend with my hand, just to end up with the faith I'd been avoiding?No.I refuse. Something surged from within me. Something that made my entire body jolt. My vision sharpened, my senses becoming alert. My focus zeroed on one point. On one goal. I was done being the victim, done being the predator. It was time to prey. That was the last thing on my mind before Elijah walked into

Chapter 66: time to hunt

Five’s POV Five days of scraps of food. Barely enough water to keep me alive. Five days of sleeping against cold stone, waking to the sound of guards passing outside the door and wondering whether the next time it opened would be the last time I saw the light of day. My body was beyond weak. Every movement hurt. My stomach had long since stopped growling. Hunger had turned into a dull, constant ache that I barely noticed anymore. My limbs felt heavy, my head occasionally swimming whenever I stood for too long. But my mind still moved with that same unrelenting determination. If anything, it had become sharper. Elijah had visited enough times to confirm my suspicions. And every time he left, he took another piece of my hope with him. It brought an ache to my chest at the reality of it, but somewhere deep down, I still hoped I was wrong. I still hoped this was all some terrible misunderstanding. “Five,” he whispered as he once again stepped into the holding room

Chapter 67: we’re going to be free

Five’s POV The moment I stepped out, Elijah was already waiting for me. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and didn’t say anything to me. Just grabbed my hand and led me in the direction we were supposed to go. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we moved. This was it. Everything I had planned was dependent on one chance. One toss of a coin. The first guard appeared at the end of the corridor. My heart stopped. Elijah’s hand tightened around mine. “Keep moving,” he whispered. I did. We kept our heads down, our footsteps low and timid—nothing suspicious. I expected the guard to charge, to notice. But he simply brushed past us, muttering intangible words under his breath. I looked up. Elijah wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were fixed ahead, alert and assessing. Something moved through my chest. Uncertainty. What if I was wrong? I swallowed. The plan was simple. Steal a guard’s uniform lead me out at midnight. At the exact hou

Chapter 68: take them to the king

Five’s POV Or at least, we tried to. My body barely cooperated. After five days of starvation, and barely any hydration, my legs felt like they belonged to someone else. My lungs burned almost immediately, and every step sent a sharp ache through my body. But I ran. And it reminded me of that day with my friends. Only that I’d been a mouse in a game of cats. But things were different this time. Elijah pulled me along, his footsteps pounding against the stone floor. We turned left. Then right. Another corridor, another corridor. We had memorized the route. Or rather, Elijah had. I had memorized something else with the map he had given me. The locations of the guards. The blind spots. The doors that required keys. The corridors that led nowhere. And most importantly— Where the Citadel's security was weakest. We turned the corner. Three guards were waiting. Elijah skidded to a stop. I nearly collided with him. "Fuck,” he cursed. Th

Chapter 69: the breeding slave

Five's POV I could feel the King's furious gaze pressing down on me from the moment I walked into the council room. It burned through my skin in a way that would normally unsettle me but this time— It was almost as if I felt nothing. The unease was still there, but there was no overwhelming fear, no overwhelming feeling of being helpless. I glanced up, holding his gaze. He sat behind a big chair, one ankle resting on the other knee, his two hands resting on the arm of the chair. And eyes fixed unblinkingly on me. His expression was cold, devoid of any emotion. But I could sense the fury he tried really hard to contain, could see it his eyes. "Bow," a guard hissed, pushing my head down aggressively. I didn't fight him. "What," I heard Lucien being, his voice low, lethal, "is the meaning of this?" The guard—whose hand was still on my neck—went completely still, the terror oozing out of him. "M—my king," he stepped forward, bowing, "the humans tried to escape." Si

Chapter 70: she used me.

Five's POV "I apologize, my lords," I started, my gaze locked—not on the King, but on Lord Elvis. "For the disturbance at this hour. But it seems there's a traitor among the laborers." Elijah's head lifted slightly. I could see the surprise flicker across his face, as though he had expected something else, expected me to cower and be broken by the betrayal. I had dealt with betrayal twice already. And this time, I had been prepared. "I believe," I continued, "that is the matter you should be concerned with." Elvis's eyes narrowed slightly. "My king," he said quickly, lowering his head again. "Please allow me to explain." Lucien leaned back in his chair. "Explain." Elijah drew in a shaky breath. "I met Five a while ago. At first, I only pitied her. She was confused. Frightened. She kept asking questions about the Citadel, about the humans who lived here before her." He paused. "She wanted to know what happened to them." I remained silent. He was good. Very good.

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