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The Alpha King's Breeder You Killed My Mate
*Ryatt*I blink, and there’s nothing but unfamiliar faces all around me. Faces covered in dirt and soot, old and young. All of them stare down at me, their voices mingling into one as my head pounds and aches. “Get him some water. Be quick about it,” says a female voice nearby. “Ella-” I reach for her, my finger’s curling around someone’s wrist, but the face that comes into view isn’t my Ella, not even remotely close. I yank my hand back and sit up, my head swimming as the room goes dark. “Get him back down, now!”“Get off–GET OFF!” I shove at the hands trying to pin me to the cold, damp ground. “Ryatt,” Westfall says nearby, “you need to calm down now. Listen to me.” He kneels beside me, grabbing the shirt I’m wearing, a shirt that doesn’t belong to me. “Where are we?”“An outbuilding near the river. You passed out.”“Obviously.” I run my hand over my face and peek through my fingers at the odd group of people hovering over us. “Who are you?” I ask them. They take several steps
The Alpha King's Breeder What She Was Made For
*Ella*At first I think I’m standing in front of Ryatt in a cold, stone-lined bedroom with nothing but a small bed and dresser to furnish the space. But, it’s not Ryatt. Glacier blue eyes look past me as the man turns around, his face drawn and brow pinched in an expression I know belongs to one man, and one man alone. But Commander Westfall is so much younger. He can’t be much older than Ryatt in this–this vision. This dream. Westfall stalks forward, brushing past me. I turn, following his movements. “This is madness,” Westfall says to the beautiful young woman sitting on the edge of the bed with a child sleeping in her lap. She combs her bruised and swollen fingers through the boy’s thick, dark curls, his own face peppered with fresh bruises. “You’re leaving, tonight!”“You know I can’t.” Silver manacles on each wrist gleam in the light of the several candles, the skin beneath them scarred from years of burns from the silver. “You know he’d find me in a second, Adrien. I cannot le
The Alpha King's Breeder How Do We Get Him Back?
*Maddy*Isaac’s uncle Ben walks a wide circle around the table in the library, its surface covered in old, dusty books. I roll my lower lip between my teeth as I glance from Ben to my mate, who is just as engrossed with the book in his hands as the one Ben is currently nose deep inside. I don’t see Ben very often. He’s Isla’s younger brother, and his mate, Emery, is the Alpha of a pack called Obsidian Temple. Their pack territory borders the ancient territory of Moorn, and together, they border the mountains and magical veil that separate us from Eastonia. It’s only fitting that he’s here now, helping us scour every book and tome in the library to try to find a solution to an incredible impossible problem. “I have no idea what I’m even looking for, Isaac,” Ben sighs, shutting the book in his hands and setting it down on the ever growing pile. “There has to be something. Anything…” Isaac runs his hands over his face and blinks into the midday sunlight streaming through the windows.
The Alpha King's Breeder Earth Shattering
*Isla*Earlier I’ve never felt this kind of excitement before. It’s strange, really, looking back on everything I went through to get to the point I’m at now, packing the tiniest pieces of clothing in my suitcase in anticipation of meeting my grandsons. My fingers slip over a light blue onesie embroidered with little teddy bears, and I smile, the corners of my eyes crinkling. Maddox is somewhere behind me packing his own suitcase but for an entirely different reason. I turn to look over my shoulder at him as he pulls a suit from the closet and examines it. “It’s going to be rather hot for a suit, don’t you think?”“Antony says it’s a black tie event. The Alphas along Maatua’s archipelago and the smaller territories in KiloKilo will be attending. I’m supposed to look the part, whatever the hell Antony meant by that.”I smile to myself as Maddox lays the suit over our bed and walks toward our dresser, tossing a few pairs of socks into the open suitcase at his feet. I go back to packi
The Alpha King's Breeder He's Alive
Isla“Ella,” I whisper. I’m in shock. My entire body hums with adrenaline as I try to step deeper into what remains of my living room. Everything is ash and embers. The ceiling is gone, revealing the glare of the midmorning sun. And there she is, kneeling in the center of the room, covered in her mate’s blood. Maddox lurches forward, but I grab him around the waist and haul him back. “Wait!”Ella pants, her chest heaving with each ragged breath she takes. In the distance, I hear sirens. Smoke funnels toward the sky. It’s only a matter of minutes until people start descending on our property, and they can’t see this. “Ella,” I repeat, louder this time. “Take off the mask, honey.”She whimpers as she raises her bloody hands, her sea-green eyes full of tears. She’s wearing a dress that may have been white at some point. It’s thin, and hanging off her body, which is covered in bruises and deep scratches. I’m not sure where she’s hurt. I’m not sure what blood is hers and what blood is R
The Alpha King's Breeder Our Enemy
*Isla*It’s a beautiful, clear night. Waves brush against the rocky shore of the private island in the Teal Isles, a small group of islands roughly forty miles south of Maatua. The moon is full and bright, casting a long silver beam across the practically still ocean. On a night like this, Maddox and I normally would have shifted and gone for a nice long run through the tropical forest surrounding Maatua. But now I’m standing by a window in a snug, wood paneled bedroom in the massive vacation home of the Alpha and Luna of Maatua wondering how we got to this point. I turn my head to look at the bed in the center of the room where Ryatt is lying on his side, his eyes pinched shut as he sleeps. He died at least twice today, three times if we count the moment his heart stopped during the surgery to mend and close a dozen stab wounds to his chest and abdomen. My tears were the only thing keeping him alive, even when his body repeatedly tried to give up. He’s stable now, at least. His
The Alpha King's Breeder His Touch On My Skin
EllaRyatt takes a single step into the room before his face flushes of color, and his eyes roll back in his head. Mom gasps and rushes forward just in time to break Ryatt’s fall. “Ryatt!” I screech, jumping in to help as he pitches forward. “Goddess above, Ella. How much does he weigh?” Mom grunts, her cheeks puffing with effort while we try to keep him upright.“Ryatt, come on,” I urge, helping Mom lower him to the ground. Some of the warriors he tore through in the wallway are back on their feet and limping toward the door. I pull my lip back in a snarl as a trio of them stumbles into the room. “GET OUT!”They back away, going pale. “Shut the door, please,” Mom huffs, forcing a kind smile, but her eyes are narrowed with determination and concern as she looks down at Ryatt. The warriors reluctantly edge out of the room and shut the door slowly behind them. “Ryatt, please.” I help Mom roll him over onto his back. “Oh, no,” Mom whispers, mumbling the words under her breath as
The Alpha King's Breeder Fight to the Death
EllaRyatt is out of bed in an instant, his face dancing with shadows cast by the early morning daylight creeping through the airy curtains. He grabs me by the ankle and drags me toward him across the bed as Isaac stalks into the room. Ryatt looks murderous. His eyes are bright, clear, and lucid as he narrows them on my brother while I swing my legs off the bed and stand at his side. He stretches his arm across me, trying to push me behind him. I feel a flicker of something deep in my heart. It’s fleeting, but Ryatt’s desperation to keep me safe from this threat–my brother and his temper–awakens a single speck of the bond that was stolen from us. “Stop,” I whisper. “Ryatt, stop!”“Get out,” Ryatt sneers as Isaac comes to a stop in the center of the room. Through the doorway, I see several figures lingering in the shadows. Warriors, from what I can smell. “What are you doing in here with him?” Isaac snarls, his eyes locking on mine. “Do not speak to her.” Ryatts voice is sharpened
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