All Chapters of THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EDALRylan's slut. I hated that name with every fibre of my being. Yet it felt almost as though what I hated more was the fact that it came from Korr. It made me ashamed, shy, conscious."Fine, we're doing this or what?" I asked, hiding behind false guises. I wasn't brave, but I would rather die than let him see me as the bitch he thought I was.We walked for the whole day before finally dropping to a halt. I felt Korr go rigid, his spine stiffening as he glanced sideways at the others who nodded like they'd done this a million times and all knew what his signals meant."What's—""Shut up," he snarled at me. A frown formed at the corners of my lips, but soon I heard whispers. Laughter. Wolves. Rogue, perhaps. They seemed to be heading our way, their silhouettes hidden behind the trees but seeming to be dragging things alongside them."Now," Korr ordered. Everyone except me, they sheathed their daggers. A gunshot went off in the middle of the fight. It all happened in a blur. The wolv

EDALI had gotten condemned back to latrine duty right after Sasha patched up my wounds. I didn't have the luxury to get Korr mad at me… especially after I'd fought. Just three days into the camp, this wasn't looking well for me.My body seized as strong arms wrapped around me, pressing against my nose to shut off my breathing. It happened too fast. I screamed, but huge palms rounded on my mouth. I kicked, scratched, thrashed — no avail.My heart thumped hard in my chest. No… this was wrong. Was it Marta? Her revenge?A loud bark of laughter coursed from a masculine throat as he let go of my hands. I shoved away fast, yanking out my dagger from my hair to toss at him.He dodged it only by the split of a second, his eyes going wild and his laugh cutting off."Well, shit. You are new, aren't you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone that I didn't like."Who the hell are you?" I barked, glancing around for help. Shit. I was on the edge of the camp grounds, and people were secluded

KORRI slammed the door to my room shut behind me, irritation festering inside me. I had just lost control, and I didn’t usually do things like this.In fact, why was my dick still hard? I was forty-three, for fuck's sake… I rarely had sex. Sure, I jerked off every now and then, but… sex? And with a breeder?“Took you long enough.” Damon’s voice echoed through the room. Thunder struck on cue, illuminating the space.Damon’s legs were crossed over one another, arms folded across his chest as he sat in the chair in the corner.“What I do with my time is none of your fucking business,” I growled, willing my dick to go soft and stop pitching a tent in my bloody pants.“You like her?” Damon asked, circling my end of the table. I didn’t move. I breathed him in… He stopped, his chest pressed to mine.“I don’t. And I have no idea what you aim to gain from this conversation. It’s raining; I’d rather sleep until this weather passes… We don’t get rain often these days anymore,” I muttered, cursi

EDALThe moment we crossed the settlement gates, the air turned toxic. Korr stood by the main fire, his gaze sweeping over us before fixing entirely on Ezra, who was practically glued to my side. Korr's expression went murderous, his eyes dark with an instant, primal jealousy.“What the hell is this?” Korr barked, marching through the mud.“Survivors, this is Tarek, a medic. And Ezra. We need them, Korr.”Korr didn’t even look at Tarek. His gaze dug into Ezra, who shifted protectively in front of me, his jaw tightening.“Take the kid and put him with the others,” Korr ordered the scouts, his voice vibrating with rage.Then, he wrapped his fingers around my upper arm in an unyielding, burning grip.“Edal. Command tent. Now.” He yanked me across the compound, dragging me inside the dark tent before slamming the flap shut.“Are you out of your mind?” Korr snarled, crowding me against the table“I sent you to scout, not to bring back pretty-faced boys you can’t keep your eyes off of.”“He

EDALThe next morning, the rain had cleared. I stood by the iron washbasins near the perimeter wall, scrubbing mud from my gear. A few paces behind me, Ezra stood like a statue. He was twenty-one and still lean from his time in the werewolf hostage pens. But he had refused to stay away from me since last night.Tarek walked up to my basin, carrying a crate of medical supplies. The thirty-two-year-old doctor gave me a weary look, his eyes dropping to the faint purple bruise on my collarbone where Damon’s teeth had marked me."You look exhausted, Edal. Did Korr give you trouble last night?" Tarek said softly, reaching out to check the raw skin near my neck.Before Tarek’s fingers could touch me, Ezra stepped into the space between us. His jaw was set so tight the bone looked ready to snap. He physically crowded Tarek backward, his broad chest pinning the doctor against the supply crate."Get away from her," Ezra ground out.Tarek raised his hands, looking at the younger boy with annoyan