All Chapters of The Alpha King’s human breeder : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Five’s POV My heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?” My voice came out breathy. He stepped out of the shadows. “What do you think, Five?” My pulse roared in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribs. I stared at him, searching his expression for some indication of what he’d meant. There was none. His face was unreadable. Too calm. Too controlled. Silence settled over the dark room. My rapid breathing sounded like thunder in the quiet. The air suddenly felt heavier. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to suppress the unease crawling beneath my skin. “There is a situation you might’ve forgotten about,” he finally said, breaking the silence. And the undertone of his voice made my brows pull together. Forgotten? I opened my mouth. “Wh—” “You’re a fugitive.” The words sliced through whatever lustful haze I’d been in, knocking the air out of my lungs. For a moment, I could only stare at him. Then everything came rushing back. The facility

Five’s POV I said nothing. She took a slow step toward me. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” I said nothing still, just kept my expression neutral. Her lips curled. “Apparently, you have a talent for taking things that don’t belong to you.” My brows pulled together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered. Her hand struck my face before I could react. My head snapped to the side, a sharp sting spreading across my cheek. The guards remained motionless. Rebecca stepped closer. “What is your relationship with the King?” This again? My fingers tingled. I turned my face back toward her. “None.” The lie came easily. “Don’t insult me,” she snapped, her expression darkening. “I answered your question,” I stated, keeping my eyes glued to the floor. My heart rate picked up—but not in fear this time. It was something else. Something that made my limbs feel lighter. Rebecca grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her. “Why does he keep summoning you?” I

Lucien’s POVI didn’t know when, didn’t register my body moving. It was instinctive, fueled purely by that primal urge to protect. Anger coursed through my veins, hot and scorching. I stopped right in front of her, feeling my eyes flicker. My wolf clawed at the barrier, fighting to take control. And for one brief second, I considered letting him. I considered letting him tear her apart. She lifted her chin, trying to hold onto composure.I reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat.Not tight enough to restrict her breathing.Tight enough to communicate exactly what I was capable of choosing to do.Her hands flew up to my wrist, her eyes going wide.I felt my claws extend. "You put a branding rod to my property," I said quietly. My voice had gone to that register that I reserved for moments when I needed someone to understand that everything before this had been patience and everything after would not be. "Without my authorization. Without my knowledge. In a room you arra

Lucien’s POVI didn’t know how long we stayed in that position. But eventually, her breathing slowly evened out, and her body relaxed. She was sleeping. My wolf purred, content with having his mate this close to him. ‘Mine.’My jaw clenched. She was a human, and far too weak to bear my mark, to stand beside me as Queen. Rebecca was the better option. The sensible option. The politically acceptable option. But thinking it didn’t just make my wolf snarl, it triggered something inside of me. I looked down at Five.There was something about her that refused to fit neatly into the world I’d spent decades ruling.She was supposed to be insignificant.A human.A breeding slave.A number.Yet somehow, she’d managed to become the one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about.I rose to my feet, holding her with a gentleness I hadn’t opted for, but had come to me anyways. I placed her on my bed carefully and left, going to find Theron. He was in his office, going through paperwork with a f

Five’s POVI stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and dripping.I didn’t know what to expect next.He was too cruel to predict.Steam still clung to my skin. Water ran in slow trails down my collarbones, between my breasts, over the soft curve of my stomach. My hair was wet and heavy against my back. I hadn’t bothered with a towel. There was no point. He would only take it from me anyway.Lucien was waiting.He sat in the wide armchair near the bed, one ankle resting over the opposite knee, still fully dressed. The only concession he’d made was the open collar of his shirt. His eyes tracked every drop of water sliding down my body. Blank. Assessing. Hungry in a way that made my stomach tighten.“Come here.”I walked. The floor was cold under my bare feet. When I stopped in front of him he didn’t reach for me. He simply looked.Then he leaned forward, caught my wrist, and pulled me between his spread thighs.His free hand skimmed up the outside of my leg, slow, deliberate.