บททั้งหมดของ Bred For The Alpha Daddies: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

+ MedoraThe dirt road twisted higher into the jagged mountains. The heater blasted warm air into the cabin of the SUV, but the glass window next to my shoulder felt like solid ice. I watched the barren landscape roll by.The neutral zone looked like a dead world. No trees grew here. Just gray rocks and frozen dirt stretching out for miles. Kenzo kept his hands tight on the steering wheel. He didn't play any music. The only sound was the low hum of the massive engine and the occasional soft babble coming from the babies in the backseat.We were exposed. Every single mile we drove took us further away from the safety of the Ironholt fortress.A sudden flash of bright orange light erupted on the road ahead.Black smoke filled the air a split second later. A deafening roar shook the ground right beneath our tires. The blast threw a wall of intense heat straight into the windshield. Kenzo slammed his foot hard on the brakes. The thick rubber tires locked up tight, screaming against the g

+ MedoraKenzo didn't hesitate. He threw his car door open and marched right up to the thick smoke. He reached his broad hand out to touch the white mist.He didn't even get close.An invisible barrier slammed into his chest. A loud, violent crack echoed off the canyon walls. The silver ward rejected his Lycan blood instantly. Kenzo flew backward through the freezing air like a broken kite. He hit the dirt hard. He skidded across the sharp gravel, tearing his leather jacket.Kai and Kol scrambled out of their SUV. They ran forward to help their brother up. They didn't believe a simple fog bank could stop a royal bloodline. They pushed their own hands against the barrier. The ward flashed a blinding white light. It hit them like a physical hammer. It threw both of them back into the dust right next to Kenzo.Kaz stood near his black horse. He didn't bother trying. He knew exactly what an ancient blood ward felt like. He just watched the glowing mist with sad, tired eyes.I didn't ask

+ MedoraThe drive back felt different. The suffocating silence evaporated into the winter air.Kaz didn't ride his black horse in the freezing wind anymore. I told him to get in the car. He sat in the driver's seat of our armored SUV. I sat right next to him in the passenger seat. The heater blasted warm air against my cold boots. The radio stayed off, but the quiet wasn't a weapon this time. It was just an empty space waiting to be filled.We started talking.It wasn't easy. The words felt like pulling teeth at first. We didn't jump into deep apologies or grand declarations of love. We started small."Your eyes," Kaz murmured, keeping his grip on the steering wheel. "They look different today. Less tired."

+ MedoraThe man in the red velvet coat did not wait outside the iron gates. I ordered the guards to let him inside. I wanted him to walk right into the center of my fortress. I wanted my entire pack to watch him make an absolute fool of himself.He marched across the gray floor tiles of the grand hall. His shiny black boots clicked loudly against the stone. Fifty of his guards flanked him. They wore polished silver armor. They carried long steel pikes with bright red flags tied to the tips. They looked stiff. They looked uncomfortable. They sensed the hundreds of feral Lycans watching them from the upper balconies, smelling their fear.I sat on the carved wooden throne. I rested my chin on my hand. I wore my dark blue coat with the silver embroidery. I did not wear a crown. I did not need a piece of metal to prove

+ KazI sat on the saddle of my black warhorse. I gripped the leather reins tight enough to turn my knuckles white. The winter wind whipped snow across the valley border, biting into my exposed jaw. I didn't feel the cold. I just felt the sickening twist of pure anxiety burning a hole right through my stomach.Medora told me to stay here. She ordered me to wait at the tree line while she rode down to the Fletchling estate alone.I hated letting her out of my sight. My feral instincts screamed at me to follow her down the dirt path. That rotting white mansion held nothing but poison. It held the ghosts of a cruel stepmother, a greedy father, and a weak ex-mate. It held the dark pantry where she spent her teenage years starving on a cold stone floor.