All Chapters of Married Off as a Breeder, She Became His Only Mate. : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sage's POVKieran made it two steps past the doorway before his knees gave out."I've got him." I caught his arm before he hit the floor, throwing it over my shoulder, feeling the dead weight of a man who apparently poured out the strength he had left into someone who couldn't even stand up herself yet."I'm fine," he said, which was a lie so obvious it barely deserved answering."You're upright. Different thing." I dragged him back toward the nearest cot, ignoring his half-hearted attempt to shrug me off. "You can't hold a blade like this, let alone lead a defense.""The pack needs…""The pack needs an Alpha who isn't about to faceplant in the dirt the second a wolf so much as looks at him wrong." I lowered him down, and he went without much fight left in his body to argue further. "Rest. Five minutes. I'll handle the line."He didn't answer, which told me more than any argument would have.Bettina hovered over Brio

Briony's POVI was still flat on the cot, too drained to lift my own head properly, when the sound outside the door turned from fighting into something closer to a scream."Marisol!" Rowan's voice, raw, cutting through everything else.I forced myself upright on shaking arms, Bettina's hand pressing against my shoulder trying to keep me down, but whatever strength the transfer had left in me, I used it to shove past her and crawl toward the doorway instead of waiting for someone to tell me what had happened.She was on the ground.Blood spread fast across the front of her dress, dark and spreading faster than anything Rowan's hands pressed against the wound could slow. The wolf who struck her lay dead a few feet away, Rowan's blade still buried in his ribs, but that fact did nothing to change the blood soaking through fabric too thin to hold back what was happening underneath it."No…" The word tore out of me before I'd even reached h

Briony's POVTwo guards caught up to me before I made it twenty feet past the healing house door, one grabbing my arm, the other planting himself directly in my path."Luna, you need to go back inside." The younger one looked genuinely scared, not of me, but of what Kieran would do to him if he let me walk any further. "Bettina's orders. You're not cleared for this.""Bettina's orders don't account for a breach with nobody covering it." I shook off the hand on my arm, legs threatening to buckle the second I put weight fully on them. "I'm not asking permission.""Please." The second guard's voice cracked. "If something happens to you out there…""Something's already happening to everyone out there." I pushed past him, slower than I wanted, every muscle in my body screaming protest at the effort. "I'm not staying in that room while this pack bleeds for me a second time today."They didn't grab me again. I think some part of both of

Briony's POVI threw my hand up without thinking, the way you throw an arm over your face when something's already falling. Light answered, but thin, stuttering, nothing like the wall that had thrown three wolves off Kieran hours ago. It caught Rourke's wrist instead of stopping him outright, just enough drag to slow the brand's path toward my palm by half a second.Half a second wasn't going to save me."Don't fight it," Rourke said, almost gentle, like he was talking someone through a difficult shot instead of forcing a weapon onto their skin. "It's faster if you don't fight it.""Go to hell."My light sputtered again, weaker this time, nothing left in the well to draw from. I spent it all on Faro weeks ago, on the training ring, on dragging Kieran back from wherever that poison had buried him, on failing to reach Marisol's wound an hour before this. There wasn't a reserve tank hiding somewhere under the exhaustion. There was just me, standing on legs that barely held, watching a br

Briony POVI could have hit him. There was a little left in me, a flicker maybe, enough to knock a man sideways if he wasn't braced. But Rourke was kneeling in the dirt with both hands hanging open, and nothing about him looked braced. Hitting him would have ended the only thing keeping Halric breathing steady, which was a son who hadn't gotten up and left.So I kept my palm flat on Halric's chest, where it did nothing except tell me his heart was still working, and I asked a question I didn't know the answer to."Who taught you to make these?"Rourke's head didn't turn. "Nobody taught me. I watched.""Watched what?""My grandfather was at the forge when I was nine. He let me hold the tongs." He said it flat, like reading off a list. "He said a boy should know what his family was good at.""And what was your family good at, exactly?"He didn't answer. His thumb was working at a dark smear on his own knuckle, rub