All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha's Claimed Breeder: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CIARAA heavy fog rolled down from the high northern mountains. Thick white clouds covered the frozen stone ground near the main gates. Three large covered travel cars stood in a row near the stable doors. Their heavy wooden wheels were frosted over with thin white ice. Twelve guards from the pack stood silently beside me,I stood beside the middle car, holding thick wool blankets wrapped around the double wooden cradle in my arms.Inside the cradle, my twin boy and girl were fast asleep. Their small faces were pink from the cold morning air, and their quiet breaths made tiny white puffs in the mist. They were completely peaceful, not knowing anything about the dark problems that had broken our home over the last three days.The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall opened with a low groan.Hayes walked down the broad stone steps toward the yard. He looked broken. He was not wearing his grand Alpha coat or his heavy armor. He just wore a plain dark tunic, dragging his black leather boots

JULIANI stood near the high stone wall on the north side of the main square, leaning my shoulder against the warm rock. My arms were crossed over my chest. I watched the black cars roll through the heavy iron gates of the town center.The people in the square moved fast to get out of the way. They bowed their heads as the black SUV stopped near the fountain. I knew who was inside that car before the door even opened.My brother’s mate had arrived.I stayed in the shadows under the trees, watching her step out into the bright afternoon sun. She looked small holding two wool blankets against her chest. Her face was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. She looked like a female who had just walked out of a long war. But she held her head up high, and her dark eyes moved across the crowd with a sharp, quick look that told me she was not stupid.She was Ciara. My brother Hayes had taken her as his Luna two years ago. I knew all about her, even though he had no idea I was sitting

JULIANThe main feast hall was large, warm, and filled with loud noise.Bright iron lamps hung from the high wooden ceiling, throwing yellow light over long wooden tables filled with roasted meat, fresh bread, and sweet lake fish. More than fifty pack leaders, and high council members sat together in their finest clothes. They talked loudly, drank sweet red wine, and laughed about old hunting trips in the forest.I sat at the head table at the very top of the bright room.I wore my clean black commander tunic with silver buttons running straight down the front. The senior council leaders sat on my right side, talking in low voices about trade roads, food supplies, and border security. But I did not care about their long talks. My eyes stayed fixed on the young female sitting two chairs down from me on my left.Ciara sat in a tall wooden chair lined with a soft red wool cushion.She wore a plain dark blue dress that covered her neck and arms completely. She did not wear gold chains, f

HAYESI stepped down into the dark room. My boots splashed through a small puddle of dirty water on the floor. The air down here was thick, cold, and smelled of wet rust and old mold. Yellow torchlight danced across the rough stone walls, making long black shadows in the corners.In the middle of the dark room, chained to a thick iron pillar, sat Vesper.Her wrists were locked in heavy steel cuffs. Her dark hair hung down over her face in dirty clumps. She wore a torn gray dress covered in dirt and old food. She looked thin and pale, but when she lifted her head to look at me, her dark eyes still burned with a nasty, mocking light."Back so soon, Alpha?" Vesper sneered. Her voice was dry and scratchy. She let out a sharp laugh that ended in a hard cough. "Did you come down to break more of my fingers? Or did you just come down because your big empty bed is too cold at night?"I did not answer her right away.

JULIANThe late afternoon sun hung low over the calm blue water of the lake, I sat on the bench at the edge of the private dock, using my small pocket knife to carefully shave small thin slices of pine wood off a small block in my hand. White wooden shavings fell softly onto my boots and into the green grass below my feet. I smoothed out the rounded tail, blowing away the loose dust to reveal the shape of a small songbird with small curved wings.I had spent two full hours carving these tiny wooden toys in my office after my morning army meeting.One bird was slightly bigger than the other. The wood felt smooth, warm, and light in my hand. I polished both of them with sweet pine oil until they shone softly under the setting sun. Small babies did not need expensive gold chains, heavy silver rattles, or fancy silk clothes. They just needed simple things they could hold in their tiny hands without getting hurt.I closed my pocket knife, slipped it into my leather pocket, and picked up b