Semua Bab The Unwanted Breeder For The Rogue King: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Draco. Draco was enjoying watching Titanus teach the new gladiatorshow to become mortal gods. The training ground was littered with bare-chestedmales sparring and fighting under Titanus' command. Draco casually watched them from the veranda that overlookedthe gladiators' den. He wrinkled his nose when one of the gladiators crushedhis opponent's nose, drawing massive blood.Titanus smacked his whip over the ground, urging thegladiators to fight harder. The swinging and clacking of the wooden trainingswords echoed in the air. At least, Draco was seeing an improvement in their fightingskills. It hadn't been up to a week since the intense training began. That sortof gave Draco hope concerning the Blood Summit. The rogue Lycans were bound to win awards like they used to.The chorus of laughter had Draco looking down again,surprised to see one of the gladiator's subligaria had been ripped open by thetraining sword of his opponent. The male swiftly pulled his hands to his groin

Edrand. Edrand woke up with a startled gasp leaving his mouth. Therewas a spine-curling sound blaring across his room in the dead of the night. He wiped his face as he looked over at his chest where thesound was coming from. Surprise washed over his features. "That's impossible!" He hissed and swung his legs down thebed. He wrapped his robe well around his waist and trod over to the chest.Edrand's heart was drumming with intensity against his chest, almost knockinghim off his feet. With trembling hands, he unlocked the chest and watched thetiny bell of the magical tracker bracelet dinging. Edrand gritted his teeth,the bones poking out over his cheeks. He grabbed the bell and pulled it closer. The dinging wasalmost dropping, sounding faintly now. But realizing what that meant alonespiked Edrand's heart with anger. Draco had touched someone. Not just anyone but...a female. Edrand tightened his fist over the cool metal of the bell.The sharp edge dug into his palm, unrese

Draco."You'll send thirty bags of grain to First Oalf, twenty to Gazer, and fifty to..." Draco trailed off, looking at Alfos to remind him of the last street name on his list. The beta peered at the scroll in his hand and read out loud. "Reddins, my lord.""Aha! Reddins, Frey," Draco turned back to the high elder and completed. The older male nodded and wrote it down on his parchment. He was the high elder in charge of the food supply across the streets of Abbator. Draco watched him note his instructions before turning his eyes back to the shelves stacked with bags of grains and other staples. They were in the granary, trying to put together the supply that would be sent to the people."My lord, what about Whitenight?" Frey asked."Excluded. Whitenights has more Unbounds living there," Draco gritted out. He intentionally wanted to punish them for their continued resistance to ending their relationship with the lord of the demon clan. "Until they agree to renounce their alliance wit

Isolde."What are you doing, sire?" she asked, trying to urge themale to his feet. He looked at her with furrowed brows, wondering. Doesn't she know this was how alphas were recognized?"I am to bow before you, my lady. I am not worthy of standing before you," he answered."Please rise. I am not who you think I am. I'm just abreeder..." The male gauged her, wondering if she was serious about whatshe had said. Shockingly, she was serious. The male rose to his feet,swallowing."Why were you so hurt? How were you able to hide youridentity?" he asked, desiring to know as he handed her back the water.Isolde took the mug and drank the whole content. She noticedher lycan calming down now, seeming to trust the male a little. Her woundsstarted to heal, and that made the talisman hairpin begin working again, hidingher lycan."Someone tried to kill me with some kind of herbs...""Wolfsbane, henbane, moonhide, Duskthorn, and silver," theman outlined, much to her shock."How did you k

Draco. This was borderline crazy, Draco knew that much yet he waswilling to do it. People do crazy shit when they desperately want something. Right now, in the dead of the night, he wanted something. A taste of her, his breeder. Since Draco wasn't going to get it directly, he'd get itindirectly. Either way, he gets what he wants. He loved that look of confusion on Isolde's face as shewatched the male by the door. Draco wasn't about to explain, no. He'd let her figure it out herself. "Come forward, Micah," He said to the male. He was one of his Attendants. Jed and Micah were speciallytrained to give him momentary pleasure while Edrand was away. Draco rarely needed them and whenever they came to attend tohim, they only ever gave him a blow job. Nothing more than that. Micah stepped forward, removing his black cape. He revealedhis angular face to the lord. Smiling, Draco turned the naked male to face Isolde.Panting, she ran her eyes around the male's body. He was fille