Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Breed a Beast BOOK 2: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Maestro Vance paused in his signing, a momentary reflection gracing his worn features before he swiftly resumed carving his blade crest into the heavy leather ledger. With a hint of wistfulness in his piercing grey eyes, he passed the book back to Peyton, his gravelly voice echoing in the underground armory. “I never expected a dominion enforcer to remember that rogue warlord.”Peyton adjusted his tactical vest, a rare warmth softening his hard expression. “My mate has vivid memories of your combat record, Maestro. She often spoke of the border skirmish that propelled your shadow unit to glory.”Vance found himself fully submerged in his violent past as those words reached him. That particular blood-bath on the southern frontier held an unparalleled significance in his life. Without surviving those silver blades, he realized he wouldn’t be the executioner he had become.“Who was he, Maestro?” I inquire, my curiosity piqued despite the heavy silence of the armory. “Another rogue execut

"What happened to my mate, Afolayan?" Ronan’s desperate voice cuts through the damp night air, his breath frosting against the wrought-iron gate. "I’ve warned you before. If you can’t protect a high-value male like Chika properly, step aside and let him return to the Blackwell stronghold!"Lucien steps forward, his massive frame blocking the view of the courtyard. "What makes your pathetic wolf think I’m not keeping him safe? Are you completely blind, Blackwell?"Lucien knows he’s spent every waking hour keeping me sheltered inside his private quarters, enduring my sudden outbursts and lethal combat drills with unending patience. He’s never catered to another wolf like this in his entire life.Yet Ronan stands there, jaw clenched, golden eyes flashing with unearned defiance. "Then bring him out! If Chika doesn't show his face right now, it means you let the southern warlords butcher him!""You're completely unhinged," Lucien snarls, his Alpha aura heavy and suffocating. "Did you break

"Keep your hands where I can see them, Whitmore, or I’ll let my beast rip your throat out right here in the courtyard," I growl, slamming the heavy iron doors of the Obsidian Crown Plaza training vault behind me.My knuckles burn red where my wolf claws fight to breach the skin, my heartbeat hammering like a war drum against my ribs. Lucien’s dark scent of cedar and copper lingers on my collar, making my blood run hot with a dangerous, forbidden heat. I shake off the memory of his massive hands pinning me to his mattress earlier this morning, forcing my focus onto the blood-soaked syndicate business ahead.The Obsidian Crown Plaza is silent, a massive underground weapons depot and tactical hub deep within the Afolayan Dominion's primary stronghold. My combat boots echo against the wet slate floor, the low hum of heavy security wards vibrating through the air. I glance at my watch, checking the tactical readouts. Just past zero nine hundred. I drop my heavily reinforced leather gear ba

Sienna’s fake smile faltered, a surge of frustration darkening her features. In the past, before I claimed my place in the Afolayan Dominion, I had been forced to tolerate her manipulative games to keep peace between our clans. Now, seeing me stand tall with real dangerous wolves behind me, she realized I was no longer a target she could easily push around.Gavin, sensing the violent spike in my scent, set his tactical comms device aside and stepped slightly in front of me. "Do you two have blood feud history?""She’s an ideological disease," I spat out, not bothering to lower my voice.Gavin glanced between us, his voice cool and indifferent to her presence. "Stay focused on the mission, Chika. Don't waste your energy on insignificant bloodlines."I nodded sharply. "Duly noted."Gavin pulled me past her, blocking her view as the elevator doors began to slide shut. Sienna shot us a cold, venomous glare. Driven by sudden malice, she pulled out her encrypted phone and dialed Ronan Black

"The poison came from Sienna Okafor's inner circle," Lucien Afolayan growls, his golden eyes flashing with raw bloodlust as he leans over the concrete railing of the hospital corridor. "She used her press network credentials to slip a silver-bound neurotoxin into Chika's water tray."Malik Arden adjusts his black leather holster, his voice measured despite the oppressive Alpha pressure filling the air. "Sienna was bitter after Chika shut down her manipulation tactics in the lobby. Her family's Moon Clan has been looking for a weak point in the Whitmore line for months. She thought killing your mate would cripple the Dominion's territorial expansion."Lucien's jaw clenches so hard a muscle twitches violently beneath his pale skin. "I should have slaughtered her the second she crossed our border lines. I let that viper slither through our territory, and now my male is dying in an ICU bed.""We can still track her line," Malik offers, his knuckles white against his tactical belt. "The Mo