All Chapters of Breed Me, Alpha King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Magnus gazed at Cathy's sleeping form, marveling at the delicate beauty of her features. Even in sleep, she radiated a strength and resilience that never failed to astound him. How could such a petite girl handle the full force of his passion, the raw power of his inner beast? Fragile. She looked so fragile, but she was stronger than steel.Memories of their lovemaking flooded his mind, sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through his veins. Demetrius had been rough—rougher than Magnus would have been if he'd been in control. But Cathy had met every thrust, every growl, with a fierce passion of her own, giving herself over to him completely. Perfect. She'd been perfect. Accepting everything he'd given her.Magnus's heart clenched as he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed. He knew he should stay away from her, that he was putting her in danger by being so close. But he was in too deep now, drowning in the depths of his feel

Magnus's chest heaved with barely contained fury, his every instinct screaming at him to protect the trembling woman before him. Cathy's small hand still cupped his chin, the touch strangely grounding his raging beast. His crimson eyes softened, just enough to pull himself back from the brink of complete chaos. Anchor. She was his anchor even in this madness.'How could she risk herself like this? Put herself in the middle of a battle?' The furious thoughts swirled in his mind even as her presence soothed the violent urges boiling under his skin. Stupid. She was so fucking stupid and brave and perfect.Cathy didn't move, her wide eyes locked on his, her breath shallow and rapid. He could feel her fear, her guilt, but also her determination. That stubbornness made his beast snarl in frustration. Stubborn. She was impossibly stubborn and it would get her killed.Magnus tore his gaze away from her and scanned the rogues encircling them. Their eyes flicked between him and the swirling smo

Magnus closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. When he opened them again, the anger had ebbed, replaced by a weary determination. He looked so tired."I'll come back," he said, his voice low. "I swear it." Promises. More promises that might be broken.Before she could respond, he gently guided her into the cave. She felt the click of the lock behind her, a sound that echoed in her chest like a heartbeat. Locked. She was locked in again.As the minutes stretched into hours, Cathy's emotions churned like a storm. Storm. Her emotions were a constant storm now.She paced the cave, her mind a chaotic mess of fear, anger, and longing. She hated feeling powerless, hated that Magnus thought she needed to be protected. But more than that, she hated the tiny voice in the back of her mind that agreed with him. Powerless. She was completely powerless.The dragon's shadow appeared at the mouth of the cave every so often, a silent sentinel watching over her. Cathy stared up at it, wondering if the beast

Cathy hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. The same way she always did when she was deciding whether to tell him the truth."Answer me," Magnus demanded, his voice like a whip crack."He said…" Cathy swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly despite her brave front. "He said I'm your mate."Magnus's fury burned hotter, but it was no longer directed at Cathy. His hands curled into fists at his sides, his claws threatening to emerge. The vampire had dared to speak of the bond he'd tried so hard to keep hidden. Had dared to voice what Magnus couldn't even admit to himself most days.Magnus shook his head, his voice rough. "Did he touch you?""No," Cathy said quickly, her cheeks flushing.Magnus didn't trust her words alone. Couldn't. Without warning, he grabbed her shoulders, his grip firm but not painful. "I need to see for myself.""Magnus—" she began, but he silenced her with a look.His hands moved over her arms, her neck, her shoulders, checking for bruises or marks. Wh

Her fellow servants looked equally confused and alarmed, their eyes wide. "I don't know," one stammered. "But it sounds serious. We should check it out."They abandoned their work and joined the rushing tide of bodies streaming toward the exits. Cathy's pulse roared in her ears as she ran, a dizzying array of scenarios flashing through her mind. An attack on the pack? A fight between the wolves? Or, God forbid, something happened to Magnus?No. She couldn't let herself think like that. Magnus was strong, powerful. Surely he was fine. ‘He has to be.’ Still, the sickening dread refused to abate, rising like bile in her throat.They burst out into the bright sunlight, and Cathy squinted against the glare. The tension in the air was tangible, a current of unease rippling through the gathered crowd. Wolves and humans milled about, speaking in hushed, urgent tones. And everywhere Cathy looked, eyes followed her. Furtive, pitying glances that made her skin crawl with foreboding.‘Why are the