All Chapters of The Alpha King Craves My Milk: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 11: ReturnAtlas's POV Bones snapped and ground together. The shift back to human form tore across my body and forced a loud grunt from my throat. I fell to the damp soil on my hands and knees while my spine reshaped itself and my dark fur melted back into bare skin. The cool night wind bit into my shoulders, but the pain rushing through my veins kept the chill away. I stayed on the ground and dragged deep breaths of air into my lungs, trying to piece together the chaos of the last hour.“Get back,” I muttered to the beast scratching at the edges of my mind. “You did enough damage for one day.”The blood curse always gave a warning before a shift. A spike in temperature, a ringing in my ears and a burning itch beneath my skin signaled the beast wanted out. I always had time to lock myself in the underground chamber and secure the silver chains to keep my family safe. This time the beast ripped out of me without a single warning and took control before I could even shout for

CHAPTER 13: Shadows in the King’s ChambersBoyce’s POVI drove into Sara harder, my hands locked on her hips as she moaned under me on the narrow bed in my quarters. The room was hot and thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Her nails scraped down my back. She wrapped her legs tight around my waist and pulled me in deeper, her breath coming in short gasps against my neck.“Yes, Boyce… keep going,” she whispered, voice low and needy. “Don’t stop.”My body should have been right there with her. Every thrust should have felt good. Instead my mind kept slipping away. I felt myself going soft inside her, the hardness fading no matter how hard I tried to stay focused. My rhythm broke. Sara’s eyes snapped open. She felt the change right away.She pushed at my chest with both hands. “What’s wrong with you? You’re going soft again.”I pulled out and rolled onto my back, staring up at the cracked ceiling. My chest rose and fell fast. Heat still clung to my skin, but the fire inside me was alre

CHAPTER 15: The Inner ChambersIlyana's POVThe servant dropped me off in front of a massive set of double doors and hurried away down the corridor without a single word of instruction. I adjusted the collar of my faded sweater, pushed the metal handles downward and stepped into a space that looked larger than the entire apartment building I used to rent. The room felt intimidating and unnaturally quiet. I had left Jasmine with a nice girl named Maria down in the nursery and my arms felt weirdly empty without a baby balancing on my hip.Atlas stood near a wide window at the far end of the quarters. He wore a dark shirt and slaps, looking entirely human and composed, which messed with my head considering the last time I saw him, he was tearing a hole through a brick wall.“You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?” I asked and folded my hands over my stomach.He turned around and studied my face, his gaze dragging from the top of my messy bun down to my scuffed sneakers. “Take a seat, Ilyan

CHAPTER 17: The Departure and the Garden ConfessionIlyana’s POVJasmine let out a wail that bounced off the ceiling, turning the massive suite into a nightmare of sound. I bounced on my heels and rubbed her back while using my free hand to shove my faded shirts into my canvas bag. My daughter screamed louder, her tiny face turning red as she scrubbed her fists over her eyes in frustration.I abandoned the bag on the mattress and paced the length of the rug, trying to figure out how to leave this place without causing another scene. I had lived in this royal estate for less than three days and I was already running for the exit. My brain kept replaying the image of the hidden storage room. The blue lights glowing over rows of glass bottles burned into my memory. I tried to apply basic logic to the situation, but no rational thought explained why a grown alpha kept a personal stash of human breast milk in his private quarters.A gentle knock tapped against the door. Before I could inv

CHAPTER 19: The Family DinnerIlyana’s POVI unhooked the plastic tubes from the pump and set the two full glass bottles onto the silver tray. The motor whined down to a halt just as my cell phone buzzed against the nightstand. I picked up the device and stared at the caller ID. My stomach dropped when my father’s name flashed across the screen. I swiped the green icon and pressed the speaker to my ear, expecting a lecture about unpaid debts or a demand for money.“Ilyana, my beautiful girl,” my father cheered through the receiver.I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen to make sure I had answered the right call. My father and I had spoken less than a dozen times since my mother died. He had married a woman who made it her daily mission to remind me I was a burden.“Hi, Dad,” I answered cautiously. “Is everything okay?”“Everything is wonderful,” my father replied. “We heard the news about your new position at the royal estate. We are so proud of you. I want you