All Chapters of The Alpha King's Last Breeder : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Three days later the same corridor smelled different.I had gone looking for him after the evening meal. The council meeting had run long. Jörgen usually found a way to slip out early when he knew I was waiting. Tonight the storage room door stood half open and the light inside was wrong. Too steady. Someone had left the small lamp burning.I slowed. My hand was already on the frame when I heard it.A soft, wet sound. Then a woman's breath catching the way mine did when he got the angle right.I stopped breathing.The door was open just enough. I saw the wall first. The same stretch of rough stone where he had pinned me three nights ago. Yvonne's bare back was against it. Her skirt was bunched at her waist. Jörgen had one hand under her thigh, holding her open, the other braced beside her head. He was inside her. Deep. Moving with the same controlled rhythm he used with me.Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. She made a small sound against his shoulder and he answered it with a

I did not sit.Jörgen stayed between me and the door. Yvonne remained near it, one hand still on the handle like she might change her mind and open it again. The knife felt small in my grip. The bag strap cut into my shoulder."I said get out," I repeated.Jörgen's expression did not change. "You are not thinking clearly. That is understandable. But you need to hear the full shape of this before you do something permanent.""I already saw the full shape. You were inside her. That was permanent enough."Yvonne flinched. Jörgen did not."The alliance with Stormvik is the only thing keeping Lindholm from sliding further," he said. "My father has staked his name on it. Yvonne's family has staked money. If you walk out of this house tonight and anyone connects the timing to what you saw, the whole thing collapses. Traders pull out. Debts get called. People lose positions. Some of those people will not care that you were hurt. They will only care that you opened your mouth.""I already told

They did not take me back to my room.The guards half-dragged, half-walked me down a different corridor, one I had never been allowed to use. The metal around my wrists bit into the skin every time I stumbled. Blood from my hands had dried in the creases of my palms and pulled whenever I flexed my fingers. I kept my eyes on the floor because looking at the faces around me only made the truth sit heavier.No one spoke to me.Orders moved over my head instead. Seal the wing. Fetch the royal physician. Keep the staff out. Send word to the King at once. The words bounced off the stone walls and landed nowhere useful.They put me in a narrow room with no windows. One table. Two chairs. A single lamp. The door closed behind me with a solid, final sound and the lock turned.I sat because my legs would not hold me any longer.The silence after the door shut was worse than the shouting. In the silence I could hear my own breathing. I could feel the places where the drug still clung to the edge

They came for me before the sky had fully lightened. Two guards. No words. The metal around my wrists had left raw rings on my skin overnight. My hands still carried the ghost of dried blood in the creases even though someone had wiped them clean while I sat under watch. The smell of it lingered in my head. They walked me through corridors that grew wider and colder. Every person we passed stopped speaking. Some stared. Some looked away as if the sight of me might be contagious. I kept my eyes forward and counted the turns so I would not lose the shape of the building. The chamber they took me to was already full. Stone tiers rose on three sides. Pack representatives. Crownlands officials. Faces from Lindholm that I recognized and wished I did not. My father stood among them, mouth set in a hard line, eyes fixed anywhere but on me. He had not tried to see me since the arrest. I had not expected him to. At the far end of the chamber a raised platform held a long table. Oliver Sun

They moved me to a different wing.The room was larger than the cell but no warmer. High window. Narrow bed. A table bolted to the floor. The wrist restraints stayed on. A guard remained outside the door. I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the palace wake up around me while the fact of my continued breathing tried to settle into something real.It would not settle.I was alive because of my blood. That was the only piece I had. Everything else sat in the dark waiting for someone to decide I was allowed to hear it.The lock turned near midday.Oliver entered with the same physician from the night before and a third man I did not recognize. The third carried a thin folder and the careful posture of someone who handled records that were not meant for ordinary eyes. The guards stayed in the corridor. The door closed.Oliver did not sit. He stood across from me with the table between us and looked at me as if I were a problem that had finally grown a shape he could name."Your bl