The ALPHA'S BREEDER

le to move or sit up. It would be suc

e doorway, his face a mix of rage and something else

s, bending over me, his eyes widening a

confusion. He looks me over and his jaw flexes as though he w

Right now." He says, cold puff

r, a harsh line etched into his brow as his eyes roam over my bruises and cuts. I try

ofter, yet underlined with te

ce barely a whisper. "Why.

ng in his gaze. "Because," he says finall

ping an arm beneath me. I try to protest,

He moves quickly and carefully, supporting me as we slip through the door. My heart races,

ently evading the guards. The faint scent of herbs wafted into my nostrils fr

thout a word, she gestures for him to lay me down on a cot. Lucien does so with surprising

The sting fades, replaced by a soothing warmth, and slowly, I feel strengt

s softly, his tone firm yet comforting. "I w

ows you took me from the cell..." My voice trembles, and I plead not wanting to get him in troub

rong. You don't deserve to be locked away, treated like... like this." Hi

dread as I think about the possessive A

olute. "Let me worry about the Alpha

raps a warm blanket around me. I can't help the way my body relaxe

fingers lingering on my shoulder in a ge

nd unsettling. I want to trust him, but the fear of what

. "Lucien, why are you risking this? If

eone has to care, Esmeralda. And it's clear he doesn't." His gaze hardens as

s, glancing toward the door. "You should res

. But before sleep fully claims me, I hear his voice, low and

gh the small room. Panic surges through me as I realize it is coming from outsi

illing the space with an icy dread. Lucien stands, a def

hrough the chaos like a knife. He glares at Lucien, eyes narrow

n Lucien's jaw. The sound of impact echoes through the room, and I gasp, adrenaline shooting thro

dy despite the obvious pain in his eyes. "She deserves to be treate

perhaps even guilt. "And who the hell do you think you are to interrupt on my personal territory?

orward, desperate to inte

painfully at the coldness in his expression and I st

nues, his voice unwavering, standing fi

gh his hair in frustration. "You're crossing a

ords. It is as if the air in the room has

trembling but firm. "Punishment? Because tha

both of their eyes on me, one filled with anger, the other with something sof

ce low and dangerous. "Both of you. Y

to," I said, m

y, his tone giving no room