Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ruthless Alpha's Claimed Breeder: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 139

HAYESI stood in the thick shadows of the pine trees, staring at the broad face illuminated under the porch light. My dead brother was standing right there on the grass. His face was identical to mine, except for a thin scar running down his right jaw. He was alive. He was standing on the clean stone patio of my wife's house, wearing dark military trousers and a gray shirt.My fingers wrapped around the leather handle of the long silver broadsword strapped to my belt.With one sharp movement, I pulled the heavy steel blade out of its scabbard. The silver metal made a loud, high-pitched ringing sound that cut straight through the quiet night air.I took three long steps out of the dark tree line and stepped onto the open lawn."Julian," I growled.My voice was low, flat, and full of violent rage. My golden eyes burned hot in the darkness, fixing on his broad face. My chest rose and fell in fast, heavy breaths.Julian reacted instantly. He did not freeze, and he did not show fear. The m

JULIANThe heavy glass doors of the villa stayed locked behind us.I walked slow and steady off the stone patio, stepping down onto the dirt path that led into the dark pine forest outside the estate fence. I did not look back at the house, but I could hear the heavy, furious footsteps of my brother crunching through the tall grass right behind me.Once we passed the outer line of trees, two hundred yards away from the lake, the cool air grew dark and heavy.I stopped in a wide clearing surrounded by tall pines. I turned around slowly, pulling my long black hunting knife from my leather belt.Hayes stepped into the moonlight. He threw his thick leather cloak onto the ground, leaving him in his black tunic. His golden Alpha eyes were burning in the dark shadows of his face. He held his broadsword in his right hand, the silver blade gleaming cold under the night sky."You should have stayed dead, Julian," Hayes growled, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet trees."And leave Ciara

HAYESThe narrow dirt path through the southern pack trees was quiet.I walked slow, my heavy leather boots dragging slightly in the damp pine needles. My broken nose throbbed with a dull ache every time I took a breath, and my right ribs felt tender from Julian’s heavy knee last night. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the quiet emptiness in my chest.Half a mile away from Ciara's villa, hidden behind a thick stand of tall oak trees, sat the small guard cabin.It was a simple wooden building with a dark tin roof, a small stone chimney, and a wooden front porch with three steps. Julian was sitting on the top porch step, holding a ceramic mug of hot dark coffee. His face looked just as beaten up as mine—his jaw was bruised purple, his upper lip was swollen, and his left eye was half-closed.He heard my boots crunching on the dry twigs, but he did not pick up his black hunting knife. He just took a slow sip of his hot coffee as I stepped out of the shadows."She sent you dow

HAYES“That crown destroyed me, Julian!" I snapped back, standing up from the table so fast my chair scraped hard against the wooden floorboards.I paced across the small cabin, my heavy boots thumping against the wood as I gestured wildly with my hands."I spent eight years carrying that bloody crown!" I shouted, keeping my voice just low enough not to carry down the path to the villa. "I thought being Alpha meant holding total power. I thought it meant controlling every border, every guard, every breath that people took around me! And what did it get me? It made me paranoid. It made me look at my own brother like an enemy. It made me look at my innocent mate like a traitor! It turned me into a tyrant who couldn't even keep his own children safe in their cribs!"I stopped pacing, leaning my flat hands against the edge of the rough wooden table, looking straight into Julian's shocked face."Ciara told me the truth this morning," I whispered, my voice thick with bitter clarity. "She to

HAYESThe last layer of fabric fell to the floorboards, leaving Ciara standing bare in the golden warmth of the hearth light.My breath locked tight in my chest. For two long, agonizing years, I had starved for her touch. I had craved the sight of her skin, the sweet scent of her wild lavender hair, and the gentle curve of her waist. But more than anything, my wolf starved for the quiet, beautiful truth that she was finally standing in front of me of her own free will. Her tits were full and heavy, her nipples hard peaks in the cool air, her skin glowing in the firelight. I could see the faint silvery lines on her stomach from carrying our pups, and my cock twitched at the sight of her.She did not step back. She did not hide her body behind her hands. Her dark eyes remained fixed on mine, clear, steady, and blazing with a fierce, unmistakable heat. I could smell her arousal already, sweet and musky, pooling between her thighs."Hayes," she whispered, her voice low and heavy in the si