All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Settling himself beside her, Magnus allowed the events of the night to replay in his mind. The depth of his feelings for Cathy both terrified and exhilarated him. He knew the risks, the impossibility of a future together, and yet he found himself powerless to resist the pull of her spirit, the way she made him feel alive in ways he'd never known. Alive. When had he started feeling dead before her? As the fire's warmth lulled him into a peaceful drowsiness, Magnus curled his body around Cathy's, draping a protective arm across her waist. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, and before long, he too drifted off into a dreamless slumber. Peace. For the first time in years, actual peace. The first light of dawn filtering into the cave roused Magnus from his sleep. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before the events of the previous night came rushing back. Cathy lay nestled against him, her face serene in the soft morning light. Beautiful. So beautiful it hurt to lo

"That's Queen Dana," someone murmured. "Alpha of the Wolf Hound Pack." Queen. Of course she was a fucking queen. Cathy's stomach twisted as the others began gossiping in hushed tones. Queen Dana. The only female Alpha. The woman who had single-handedly taken down an entire vampire coven. And Magnus's rumored mate. Mate. His real mate. Not the human he fucked in secret. "She's perfect," one of the humans whispered, awe coloring their voice. "Imagine the pups she and Magnus could have. Strong. Unstoppable." Pups. Things Cathy could never give him. Things that mattered. The words clawed at Cathy's chest. She gritted her teeth, her hands tightening around the cleaning rag in her hand. Jealous. She was pathetically jealous. "Mermaid," someone added. "That's her spirit animal. That's why she's so..." Magical. Everything Cathy wasn't. "So what?" Cathy snapped, unable to contain her bitterness. "So sexy? A mermaid isn't even a real animal. What's so admirable about having a fish as a spirit a

Her frown deepened, but she didn't argue. Instead, she watched him closely, suspicion flickering in her eyes. Suspicious. She was getting suspicious. "I'll be back," Magnus said, his tone curt as he excused himself. Escape. He needed to escape. He needed to find Cathy. He could feel her distress through their bond, the sharp pangs of her breaking heart echoing in his own chest. Pain. Her pain was his pain now. Taking the stairs two at a time, he descended to the dungeons, his mind racing. He had to explain, to make her understand before the bond between them frayed any further. Fix this. He had to fix this. Magnus stepped into the dimly lit dungeons, his boots echoing faintly against the cold stone floor. The air was thick with dampness and the faint metallic tang of blood—memories of past punishments lingering in the atmosphere. He hated this place, hated that Cathy had to live here. The thought of her soft skin and gentle soul trapped in such a cruel environment made his wolf growl

"The vampires swept in from the east, like a plague of locusts descending on the land," Magnus growled. He pounded a fist on the heavy oak table, the thud reverberating through the dimly lit chamber. Dramatic. But effective. "But why now? What has provoked them?" Beta Remus asked, brow furrowed. His bulky frame was tense, muscles coiled beneath his tanned skin. Questions. Always more questions when what they needed were answers. Magnus glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, its steady ticking a relentless reminder of time slipping away. Quarter past eight. He needed to wrap this up soon if he was going to make it to Cathy on time. The thought of her waiting alone in the dark woods, vulnerable, made his heart clench. Waiting. She was waiting for him and he was stuck here. "It matters not why they have come, only that they are here," Gamma Samuel interjected. "We must prepare for battle." Battle. Always came back to battle. Magnus shook his head. "Before we leap into war, consi

Cathy's heart sank as she turned to leave, convinced Magnus had chosen his duty to the queen over her. But then a familiar scent stopped her in her tracks—cedarwood and rain, distinctly him. She froze as Magnus emerged from the shadows, his damp blonde hair tousled, glasses perched precariously on his chiseled nose. A wave of desire crashed through her body at the mere sight of him. Relief. Pure, overwhelming relief. His blue eyes flashed gold as he inhaled sharply, no doubt catching her pheromones on the breeze. In an instant, he closed the distance between them with predatory grace, backing her against a tree. Cathy's breath caught in her throat. Trapped. She was trapped and she loved it. "Where do you think you're going?" Magnus growled, caging her in with his arms. Raw, untamed power emanated from him. Dangerous. He looked dangerous and she wanted more. "I... I thought..." She struggled to find words, pulse racing under his intense gaze. "I thought you'd changed your mind. About u