All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A whimper from behind snapped him back to reality. Cathy pressed herself against his flank, burrowing into his thick fur. Even in his wolf form, he towered over her petite frame. So small. So fragile. So breakable. "M-Magnus?" Cathy's voice quavered. "What... what was that thing?" Questions he couldn't answer. Truth he couldn't tell. He turned his massive head, meeting her wide, frightened eyes. Reaching out through their fledgling mate bond, he projected a single, chilling word: 'Vampire.' Truth. Finally, some truth. Cathy's fingers tightened in his fur. "I thought vampires were just myths," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to his heightened senses. Myths. If only they were myths. 'Are you hurt?' he asked, running his eyes over her, checking for any injuries. Please don't be hurt. He couldn't handle her being hurt. Cathy shook her head. "No, I... it just appeared out of nowhere. I thought I was dreaming at first." Dreams. More like nightmares. This was all a nightmare. Mag

Cathy lowered her gaze to her hands, twisting the bedsheet between her fingers as embarrassment washed over her. "Yes," she mumbled, her cheeks burning. "I'm sorry for biting you. I don't know what I'm doing, and I just got carried away." Amateur. Complete amateur. "Cathy..." Magnus's tone was firm, demanding her attention. Reluctantly, she raised her eyes to meet his, surprised by the gentleness she found there. "You have nothing to worry about. You're an excellent kisser, and you didn't bite me. I accidentally bit myself." He gestured to his lip, where the blood had already stopped flowing. "See? It's healed already." Lies. Sweet lies to make her feel better. Relief flooded through her, followed by a wave of confusion. "How did it heal so quickly?" she wondered, but the thought was quickly overshadowed by the realization that Magnus had complimented her kissing skills. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she felt a flutter of something warm and hopeful in her chest

He opened his eyes, his gaze settling once more on the cowering humans. "Your actions have brought shame upon Lunar Haven," he said, his voice hard. "And there will be consequences." Always consequences. Someone always had to pay. The women's sobs filled the air, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. Magnus turned away, his heart heavy with the weight of leadership. Leadership. What a burden it was. Magnus's voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and unyielding. "Your punishment is banishment. You are hereby exiled from Lunar Haven, never to return." Banishment. Exile. Death would've been kinder. The women's sobs turned to wails of despair as they fell to their knees before him, their hands outstretched in desperate supplication. "Please, Alpha!" one cried. "Have mercy!" Mercy. He'd shown them more mercy than they deserved. But Magnus's heart was hardened against their pleas, his mind consumed by the image of Cathy's battered body, the scent of her pain still clinging to h

Cathy forged ahead, letting the rhythm of her footsteps drown out the doubts that plagued her. The forest stretched before her, a labyrinth of secrets and challenges. Lost. She was already lost. As Cathy ventured deeper into the forest, an invisible string seemed to tug at her, pulling her off the beaten path. It was a subtle sensation at first, like a whisper in the back of her mind, but with each step, the feeling grew stronger, more insistent. Call. Something was calling to her. Despite her reservations, Cathy found herself veering off course, compelled by an instinct she couldn't quite understand. The trees appeared to part before her, revealing a hidden trail that wound through the undergrowth. Leaves crunched beneath her feet as she followed the mysterious summons, her heart quickening with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Stupid. This was stupid. But she couldn't stop. The path twisted and turned, leading her deeper into the heart of the forest. Cathy's surroundings

Magnus traced his fingertips along Cathy's delicate collarbone as they lay entwined, their bodies still radiating the heat of passion. "Tell me about your family," he said softly, wondering what made her who she was. Personal. This felt too personal. But he needed to know. She drew in a deep breath, fingers tracing patterns on the ground between them. "There's something I've never really told anyone," she began. "I had an older brother, Eric. He left when he was seventeen—I was twelve at the time." Her voice wavered slightly. "He was protecting our mother from our father. Things got… physical. Mom called the police, and Eric ran. We haven't seen him since." Violence. Always violence in their stories. Cathy's eyes glistened. "Mom regrets it now. We've spent the last couple of years trying to find him, but…" She shrugged, the gesture heavy with resignation. "We finally had to stop looking. Maybe he doesn't want to be found." Lost. Another person she'd lost. Magnus nodded with a frown. W