All Chapters of To Breed a Beast BOOK 2: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I take the device, the sleek metal cool against my warm fingers. As I power up the screen, the familiar feel of technology eases the tight knot in my chest. I pop a dried berry into my mouth, the sweet and tart flavor bursting on my tongue as I begin setting up my new private channels.Before I can even log into my private server, the front iron doors of the manor creak open with a heavy, ominous sound. Cold wind sweeps through the grand foyer, bringing with it the sharp, unmistakable scent of old blood and corrupt power.Driscoll’s posture instantly shifts from relaxed to lethal. His claws extend a fraction of an inch as he steps smoothly in front of my sofa."Luna Chika," Driscoll says in a low, dangerous tone. "Your father, Cedric Whitmore, and your stepmother, Helena, have just crossed the perimeter security gates."The tablet slips from my hand, clattering onto the soft rug below. My heart slams against my ribs like a caged beast. Cedric and Helena Whitmore. The heads of the Whit

"Your parents are putting on quite the circus at the main iron gate, Lord Chika," Driscoll murmurs, his low voice rumbling against the dark humid air. "Cedric has the poison bottle unstoppered, and Helena is screaming so loudly the border sentries are complaining on the comms. Shall I have the execution squad clear them from the territory?"I don't answer right away. The raw scent of nightshade and cheap fear drifts up the stone steps, making my wolf snap his jaws in irritation inside my chest. My hands curl into tight fists inside the pockets of my black tactical trousers."Is this really how they want to play it?" I ask, my voice gravelly and flat. I turn my head slightly toward Lucien, who sits in his heavy mechanical chair beside the marble pillar, his face completely unreadable in the dim moonlight. "They think threatening suicide on your front steps will force you to release Bianca from the dungeon?"Lucien doesn't flinch. He just flexes his broad, calloused fingers over the arm

"If you think throwing a handful of stolen black-market encrypted drives on my desk gives you a seat at the Afolayan Dominion's high table, you're more delusional than your father," Lucien growls, his golden Alpha gaze burning through the dim light of the master study."These aren't just any drives, Alpha," Taylor replies smoothly, leaning against the edge of the dark oak desk with a lazy, razor-sharp smirk. "This is the entire northern smuggling supply grid for the Bayzee Syndicate. Every contact, every shadow route, every dirty enforcer on their payroll. I don't want your cash, Lucien. I want an exclusive partnership on the international territory expansion."Lucien tilts his head, his broad chest rising as his inner wolf tests the air for deceit. He sees through the bravado, but he also knows raw leverage when it lands in front of him. He reaches out, his large, calloused fingers sweeping the encrypted drive off the timber. "Talk quickly, Taylor. My patience for the Norris bloodlin

"Keep your eyes on the tactical comms and step inside before the border enforcers lock down the perimeter!" Tracy snarls, her hand instantly slamming into the grip of her heavy automatic firearm as she pivots toward the iron doors.My claws itch to tear through the stone floor, my inner wolf thrashing against my ribs with pure, unfiltered rage. Seraphina Vale. That snake of a noblewoman is playing her final card to destroy the Afolayan line. I don't look back at the garden terrace. I lunges up the marble stairs, my heavy boots thudding hard against the steps as I roar back at Driscoll, "Get Lucien on the secure line right now! If the High Council thinks they can execute an emergency arrest on my Alpha inside this compound, they're going to turn this mountain into a mass grave!""He's already in the strategic war room with Malik Arden," Driscoll barks, his throat vibrating with an aggressive warning growl as he fast-tracks through the heavy steel corridor. "The Blackwell Pack and the O

"Don't even think about setting foot back in the southern district until the Blackwell enforcers clear off the highway!" I bark at Tracy, guiding her and Morgan toward the reinforced double gates of the compound."If the food in this den keeps tasting this damn good, I'm turning in my mercenary badge and moving into your guest wing permanently," Tracy shoots back, a crooked grin flashing across her face despite the fresh bloodstains drying on her combat boots. "You can just feed me three meals a day and let me sleep off my battle fatigue."I let out a low laugh, my shoulders easing just a fraction. "Deal. Move in tomorrow. We'll have the kitchen roast an entire stag every night.""Careful, Chika, she'll actually do it," Tracy chuckles, adjusting the leather sling holding her assault rifle. "I'm broke enough to live off Afolayan charity for the rest of the winter."Behind us, Lucien steps out of the tactical war room, his broad shoulders filling the archway as Taylor follows close on h