All Chapters of His Tenth Breeder: The Lycan King's Saving Grace : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I: His Prey. His. ~Roenna~The gates slammed shut behind us as our car drove into the large and spacious yard. The estate stood tall before us— existing in a gothic shade of all-black and gold touches beneath its shadows with its spires stretching toward the sky. Even though my wolf hated it already, none of this mattered because I’d lost my freedom. “Are you Miss Lancaster?" A middle-aged woman approached me with a smile as soon as I stepped out of the car. I nodded, and as she asked me to come with her, she stretched her hand to receive my duffel bag, but I didn't release it. Inside it were the few things I was allowed to carry. "Welcome to the Lycan King's territory, Miss Lancaster. Please, call me Marilyn.” She said in a more formal approach as we headed inside the building. It was expensive and exquisite, like something that had been preserved since the Middle Ages. Its walls had elegance and history carved and painted into them. Every step forward here only reminded me

III: Innocence Doesn't Beat It. ~XENOS~“What has she been up to?" I asked Franca, my housekeeper as she poured my evening tea."Nothing serious, Your Majesty. Sometimes, she asks me about the healing herbs around and…” She bit her words. "And she's just a curious and loving young lady." “It's going to rain soon…” Lowell, my Hand walked in, his voice cutting through the heavy wind. “It really is," I muttered, resting against the window frame, my gaze fixed on the tree, assuming the same posture as him. “Did you send for her already?" He asked, like he'd been waiting for the moment Franca stepped out. “Can you be quiet and let me enjoy watching?" He allowed half a second to pass. “We both know you're not staring at anything, Your Majesty." Fuck Lowell. He knew how to feed poison and antidote in the same damn minute. “It's been two weeks, if I'm correct" and it's been a week and only five days since your return from France. "Why are you even keeping her?” He was no longer watc

V: Feral For You~ROENNA~“Please…” a loud cry ripped from my throat. My eyes snapped open before I realized the horrific beast chasing me was only a nightmare. I sat up, air rushing through my lungs at every breath. It was morning already and as I raised my head, the King was seated across the room, watching me with those dark eyes of his. “Good morning, Your Majesty." I lowered my head, rushing out of his bed immediately. He didn't respond. He kept watching me until I reached the door, about to pull it open. "Wait.” He ordered and my feet stopped. I turned slowly, my face to the ground. Franca had told me to make sure I woke before him if he ever asked me to stay in his bed. Silly me had slept off. “Are you fine?" He narrowed his eyes, walking towards me. Even though we'd had sex, it didn't put me in any place higher than being his breeder. "Y-y-yes, your Majesty.” I answered, shutting my mouth to avoid the quivering breath escaping me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, pla

VII: Awake ~XENOS~ “She’s fighting." In the last seven days, I really have lost count of how many times Landrace had mentioned that fucking line. Every damn time, I'd asked him to be sincere… but this time, I could see it too. After three days of fighting, the lines on her skin had darkened in an ever deeper shade. "How long will she stay like this?” My thumb brushed her forehead. "We cannot say, Your Majesty.” He checked her heartbeat with the stethoscope. "Her breathing is moderate. Sometimes uneven, but her wolf keeps resisting even though it's weak.” She really was strong. None of my breeders had fought this long and this was only proof that she was… the one. "Your Majesty,” Lowell walked in with a blazer hung over his shoulder. He'd just returned from a meeting with the Kings of other regions and Alphas. “How did it go?" He exhaled sharply. “How is she? We can always talk about that later." I glanced at Landrace who already understood to brief Lowell.

IX: “Hi, My Mate." ~ROENNA~“How did the test turn out?" I raised my head, observing Landrace's expression as he walked in. Franca followed behind him and before the door shut, the King's hand walked in. "I don't know how it happened.” Landrace started, taking out a white envelope from the pocket of his scrub. “But…” The look on their faces alarmed me in ways than their lips could never have. “What—" “You're pregnant." The moment he broke the news, Franca ran towards me. The quietness on their faces vanished and hearty smiles replaced all. Franca hugged her, and I could hear her sobbing. “H-how? How did this happen?" The question fell from my lips. My eyes stung and a strange sense of awareness caught me. “We can call this a miracle, Miss Lancaster." Landrace smiled. I didn't smile at first… because a part of me was still waiting for someone to tap me and tell me I was still dreaming and this was maybe an imagination. My hands found my belly like I needed another confirmatio