All Chapters of THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RYLANI stumbled into the dark, Edal's room. It had been empty for weeks but the scent of her skin still clung desperately to the damp concrete walls and it was driving me completely insane.Groaning, I leaned my head back against the cold wall right beside her bare mattress. My hand traveled down the front of my jeans, unzipping them with rough, shaking fingers. my cock already half-hard from the memory of her alone.I wrapped my hand around myself. My palm was dry at first, I spat into my palm – a thick glob of saliva that landed hot on the head of my dick – then wrapped my fingers around again. The slickness made my hips jerk.I closed my eyes, letting the memory of her consume me.I pictured her beneath me on this very mattress. Her hair fanned out on the thin pillow. Her mouth open, those soft gasps filling this silent room, not the theatrical moans of the whores in the camp – just Edal. Real. Breathless. Her fingers digging into my shoulders, nails biting crescents into my ski

EDALMy fucking eyelids felt like they were glued shut with dried blood, When I finally forced them open, the whole room was blurry I choked on a rough breath, my throat completely parched, and the slight movement pulled hard on a dozen tight, fresh stitches."Ezra..." The name scraped past my cracked lips before I could stop it. "Where the fuck is Ezra?""Sit your ass back down," a sharp voice snapped out of the dark.Sasha’s face slowly drifted into view as my blurry vision cleared up. She was wiping her bloody hands on a stained towel, her medical kit laid out on a rusted metal table right beside my bed. "You need to shut up and rest, Edal. You’ve been through one fucking nightmare after another since you got to this camp, and your body isn't made of goddamn metal. You almost lost this fucking arm.""Thanks," I muttered, trying to sit up despite the stabbing white-hot pain. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar space, my heart instantly hammering against my ribs. The concrete wa

KORRThe morning air outside the command center felt like a slap to the fucking face.I stood on the elevated iron platform glancing down the entire main courtyard, the cold wind whipping the collar of my unbuttoned uniform against my neck. My hand rested heavily on the cold steel railing, my knuckles white, my jaw locked so tight the bone ached. Below me, the entire militia camp was gathered in a dense, silent crowd. Hundreds of hardened, faces stared up at me,"Listen up!" I yelled, my voice booming across the concrete yard, instantly cutting through the low murmuring of the people."There’s a rumor rotting this camp from the inside out. Some of you think I’ve gone soft. Some of you think I’m harboring a monster. Let’s clear the fucking air right now."I raised my arm, signaling the guards stationed at the heavy iron doors of the underground holding cells."Bring them out!" I ordered, The heavy iron doors groaned open, and a brutal hush fell over the crowd. Two guards marched out

KORRThe cold mud on the outskirts of the perimeter camp sucked at the soles of my combat boots with every heavy step.I shouldn't have been down here. A commander didn't check on the stray after a public execution. But as I neared the dilapidated, half-collapsed wooden shack where we kept the outdoor laborers, a rare, unfamiliar prickle of guilt scratched at my chest. I hated wolves. I loathed everything their virus represented. But before Ezra shifted he had just been a quiet kid who worked until his fingers bled without complaining.I pushed open the rotting wooden door. It creaked loudly on its rusted hinges.Ezra was sitting on a crate in the corner, his knees pulled up tightly against his bare chest. it was his eyes that caught me. They were red-rimmed, glassy, and tracking the dirt floor. He looked like he’d just finished crying.The sight made something ugly twist in my stomach. I cleared my throat, leaning against the doorframe to keep my distance."Get up," I rumbled, tho

EDALThe moment I walked into the mess hall, the entire room went dead quiet.It wasn't the usual rowdy noise anymore. It was this thick, nasty tension that made it hard to breathe. My shoulder was throbbing like crazy under my fresh bandages, but the dirty looks I was getting felt way worse. The guards… guys who used to nod at me in the halls—were staring at me like I was a piece of trash.I could hear them whispering as I reached for a tray."Look at her. Walking around like she didn't just back up a monster.""Should've left her to rot in the dirt."I kept my chin up and ignored them, gripping the metal table until my knuckles went white."You don't eat here," a harsh voice snapped behind me.I turned around. A huge guard named Jaxon was standing there, his hand resting right on the butt of his pistol. "You love wolves so much, Edal? Go eat the scraps on the dirt wall with your little pet.""Step the fuck back, Jaxon."Korr’s deep voice boomed from the doorway, instantly freezing