All Chapters of To Breed a Beast BOOK 2: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"What are you standing there staring at, Chika?" Lucien’s deep voice cuts through the heavy quiet of the hallway, pulling me back from the brink of my spiraling thoughts.I tear my gaze away from the empty steel bench opposite the operating room, my jaw clenching as I look down at my hands. My palms are still trembling, my knuckles white where I’m wringing my fingers together. "The elder's words... she was so certain, Lucien. She looked at me like she knew my blood before I even opened my mouth."Helena Whitmore steps up behind me, her silk Luna robes rustling as she tries to crowd into my space. "Are you really going to listen to the crazed babblings of an old human slave, Chika? She's out of her mind! I carried you for nine months! I am your biological mother, and I won't have you disrespecting our bloodline over a madwoman's lies!"A visceral disgust flares in my gut, my inner wolf snarling at her overbearing scent. I take a sharp step back, my eyes flashing dark gold. "Don't touch

“Spit it out, Cedric, before I rip your throat out right here in front of my Alpha,” I snarl, my voice cracking with a fierce, burning rage as I step up to the blood-stained interrogation table inside the Afolayan Dominion’s subterranean bunker.The heavy scent of metallic blood and wet fur fills my nose, making my inner wolf claw wildly at my chest. After finding out that Helena and Cedric Whitmore were never my real parents, the jagged pieces of my miserable past finally make sense. The beatings, the slights, the cold neglect, and the way they always treated Bianca like a royal princess while treating me like an unsanctioned servant boy. I don't care about their fake affection anymore. I just want the truth of my origin.“Tell me where I come from!” I command, my claws extending, scraping against the reinforced steel table. “Where are the records of my birth parents?”Cedric shifts uncomfortably in his heavy silver restraints, the metal sizzling against his wrists, burning his skin.

“Take a seat, Malik,” I say, swirling the rich crimson blood-wine in my glass as I gesture toward the obsidian leather armchair across from my mahogany desk inside the Afolayan Dominion’s subterranean bunker.The heavy, metallic scent of iron and ozone thickens the air around us, stirring my inner wolf into an uneasy rumble beneath my ribs. Finding out that Cedric and Helena Whitmore are not my flesh and blood hasn't brought me peace. It’s only opened a darker, more cavernous void in my chest. All those brutal beatings, the agonizing nights spent locked in the icy sub-cellars of the Whitmore estate, the way they treated Bianca like high-born pack royalty while treating me like an unsanctioned half-breed servant—it was all built on a sickening lie. I don't care about their hollow excuses. I just want the cold, brutal truth of my bloodline.“Tell me what your scouts unearthed,” I command, my claws extending just enough to puncture the armrest of my chair, the synthetic leather tearing w

“What’s the matter, Chika? Are you expecting the Alpha King to chain you to his bed post when you step back into his den?”I pull the secure comm-link away from my ear, my heart thumping against my ribs like a caged beast. Beside me in the front seat of the heavy armored transport, Malik Arden drags on his cigar, dark grey smoke swirling around his harsh, scarred jawline. He watches me with a cruel, knowing smirk that makes my blood burn.“He wants to invite you to a meal, Malik,” I utter, my breath coming out tight.Malik raises his dark eyebrows, tapping ash into the tray. “The Alpha King of the Afolayan Dominion wants to break bread with an intelligence officer he suspects of sniffing around his mate?”“Lucien’s aura was practically melting the cell tower through the phone,” I say, turning to face him, my hands trembling against my leather pants. “If you march into his territory right now, he will rip your throat out and feed your liver to the pack hounds. You need to stay away.”M

Tears welled in Helena Whitmore’s eyes as thoughts of her younger son Bianca overwhelmed her. “I heard he is struggling terribly in the High Council holding cells,” she whispered, her hands shaking. “He’s spiraling into a deep, feral depression. If we leave him trapped in those silver chains, his wolf will rot!”Cedric exhaled a heavy, ragged sigh, his Alpha voice stripped of all authority. “I don't know if Lucien Afolayan will ever forgive our bloodline. All we can do is drag these urns to his fortress tomorrow morning and plead for mercy.”Later that evening, Helena returned to their destroyed estate, clutching the two silver urns tightly against her chest. These vessels, loaded with lethal potential and directly tied to Bianca’s release, required her utmost care. Unable to sleep, consumed by terror and relentless ambition, Helena spent the entire night pacing the ruined marble halls. As the first pale rays of dawn broke across the sky, she nudged Cedric awake. Quickly washing the s