All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Magnus strode across the grounds, his mind racing. The encounter with Cathy at breakfast had shaken him more than he cared to admit. Her boldness, her complete lack of fear, the way she'd fed him that strawberry without a second thought - it stirred something primal within him that he'd long kept dormant. Something dangerous. Something he couldn't control. 'Mate,' Demetrius growled insistently. 'She's ours. Claim her.' Magnus gritted his teeth, fighting against the urge. "She's human," he muttered under his breath. "Fragile. Innocent. We can't." But even as he said it, part of him wondered if he was lying to himself. Magnus paused at the edge of the forest, his heightened senses picking up a faint scent on the breeze. Cathy. His eyes darted to the pack house, zeroing in on her window with preternatural accuracy. There she was, a vision framed by the golden light of late afternoon. For a moment, he allowed himself to drink in the sight of her. The way her hazelnut hair caught the sunlig

Chapter 131334 words Update date:2026-03-02 00:38:22The weathered pages of the romance novel slipped from Cathy's fingers, fluttering closed on the overstuffed armchair. An unexplainable restlessness stirred within her, like a swirling eddy disrupting the calm surface of a mountain lake. Magnus's face flashed through her mind, his stormy blue eyes beckoning her, drawing her in like an invisible tether. She couldn't stop thinking about him. Couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd looked at her this morning. "What am I doing?" Cathy muttered under her breath. And yet, even as the question left her lips, she was already rising from the cozy reading nook, her bare feet padding across the hardwood floor. Each step carried her closer to the front door, to the great outdoors, to him. This was stupid. This was so incredibly stupid. The ancient stairs creaked and groaned beneath her weight as she descended, as if trying to hold her back, to keep her safe within the sturdy walls of the pa

"I... I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I won't be your queen, or anyone else's. I choose my own fate." Even if that fate was death. Even if that fate was being alone forever. The man's face contorted with rage, his eyes flashing yellow in the fading light. "You'll regret this," he snarled, his claws flexing at his sides. "You'll regret ever saying no to me." The threat was clear. Immediate. Cathy took a step back, her breath catching in her throat as the reality of her situation sank in. She was alone in the woods with a feral, unpredictable werewolf, and she had just rejected his offer to make her his queen. Fear coursed through her veins, but she stood her ground, refusing to let him see her terror. She'd made her choice. She'd live with the consequences. "I won't be your plaything," she said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady. "I won't let you control me, no matter what promises you make." The words felt

Magnus's jaw clenched, his heart constricting in his chest. He could feel Cathy's anticipation, the hope that radiated from her like a beacon in the darkness. Hope he was about to crush. Hope he had to crush. But he couldn't let himself falter. Not now. Not when her safety hung in the balance. "No," he said, the word tasting like ash on his tongue. "I have not found my mate." The biggest lie he'd ever told. And probably the most necessary. The lie fell heavily between them, a chasm that seemed to stretch for miles. He could feel Cathy's heartbreak, could sense the shattered fragments of her hope as they scattered at his feet. The pain hit him like a physical blow, but he didn't let it show. It was a pain that echoed his own, a grief that threatened to bring him to his knees. But he stood firm, his face an impassive mask even as his soul screamed out in agony. This was what leadership looked like. This was the price of being Alpha. He hated himself for what he was doing, for the wounds

Cathy's footsteps echoed in the narrow stairwell as she descended into the bowels of the pack house. The air grew colder with each step, a stark contrast to the warmth she'd felt upstairs. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she reached the bottom. Like descending into hell. Except hell probably had better heating. "Welcome to your new home," a gruff voice startled her. A burly werewolf guard stood at attention, his eyes never leaving the staircase. He looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. Cathy forced a smile. "Thanks, I guess. Which way to the bedrooms?" The word 'home' felt like a slap. He jerked his thumb to the right. "Women's side that way. Don't even think about crossing to the men's side." His tone suggested terrible things would happen if she tried. As she walked down the dimly lit corridor, Cathy's mind raced. This can't be happening. Just yesterday, I was upstairs, part of the pack. Now... Now what? Now she was nothing. Less than nothing. She pushed open a