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Can You Trust a Liar?
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The Alpha King's Breeder Word From a Friend
KalebThe night sky melts into shades of orange and red as the first pyres are lit. Small crowds gather to throw flowers, coins, and other personal tokens into the crackling flames and smoke, which paint the sky a deep, rolling black, swallowing the stars. I stand in the shadow of the space between two buildings, my arms crossed, my skin already prickling with the heat fanning off the funeral fires. The flames will burn all night. It’ll take a massive amount of energy to burn through four-hundred bodies, but by morning, only ashes and flickering embers will remain, and the souls of those we lost to the fae and their twisted games will have been released into the world that waits for all mortals. I’m not sure I’m going there, to be honest. I’ll meet every fae king, their lords, and their warriors who allow this to happen at the gates of hell, and that’s a promise. A smooth, graceful shadow melds with mine as robes carrying the perfumed scent of roses and camphor swish to a stop besi
The Alpha King's Breeder Secrets of the Glade
LexaMy heart skips a beat, then another, as Kaleb releases his grip on my arm. His dark, wavy hair is tied back, but rogue strands fall around his chiseled face. Everything about Kaleb is masculine. His height–several inches taller than me–tall enough that he has to look down at me–catches me off guard, as well as the way he moves with a predators grace–light on his feet but with determination in every step, muscles flexed, the fabric of his torn shirt rippling down his middle. I think he’s about to cage me against the rough metal wall of the sparring ring, but he steps past me, reaching for a long, wooden spear, and fists it, turning gracefully with the weapon in his hand, like it’s his toy of choice. “You’re going to learn to use these.”“Why?”“Because you won’t just be fighting men in the Trials.” He whips the spear around and pins the point in the dirt with practiced grace, leaning his weight against it. “You’ll be up against much worse than men.”“There’s nothing worse than m
The Alpha King's Breeder Don't Say That Word
LexaI duck under his punch and twirl around him, sending my fist into his side. My knuckles meet rock-hard flesh and bounce back. He doesn’t so much as grunt in pain. He whirls, catching me by the arm in a grip like iron and yanks me toward him before I can find my bearings. It takes an instant. My life flashes before my eyes as he flips me into the air and slams me down on my back so hard the air rushes from my lungs, my body tingling with shock. He straddles me, pressing his forearm against my chest like a dead weight. I break past the pain and darkening vision and snatch his shirt with my free hand, my other twisted painfully behind my back. I catch the fabric. It tears over his shoulder, but his other hand grips my wrist and flattens my arm to the ground above my head, my muscles strained to their tearing point. Mere seconds have passed. That’s all it took. Seconds for a man to finally beat me in a fight. I gasp for breath but smile around the taste of blood. “Fucking prick!”
The Alpha King's Breeder Child's Play
LexaI’m woken up by Lis in the late hours of morning. She barely says a word to me–tiptoes around me, in fact, keeping a wide distance between us as she shows me the bathroom located on the second floor, just down the hall from my room, and leaves a set of clothes and a small plate with bread, fresh butter, and a glass of milk on the table beneath the window in my room. My body feels leaden when I run a shower. There’s not much to be had in terms of hot water, but honestly, the cool spray feels nice given this place has little in the way of air conditioning, either. My mind is locked in a haze I have a hard time breaking free of, but after my shower, I change into the clothing Lis laid out for me. Men’s clothing, at least the pants. I tighten them with a belt. The shirt, however, is probably one of hers, given that it barely covers my belly button. After I eat, I tame my hair into a tight bun and start to move downstairs in search of anyone who can tell me where to find my friends,
The Alpha King's Breeder The Weight of Being Queen
MaeveRose bushes cast in golden streaks fan out on either side of the illustrious walkway. My heels click against the smooth, alabaster tiles sparkling in the final moments of the sunset illuminating the castle in Crescent Falls in shades of gold and magenta. It’s a work of art. Guards move to the side, bowing their heads as I walk up the stairs, my heart lodged in my throat, my mouth dry from lack of use. I haven’t had much to say these past few days. I haven’t been able to find the words I need to convey my utter despair–especially to my family. A butler opens the door and ushers me inside. It’s all very formal, like I’m an honored guest, a diplomat, rather than a family member who’s been to this castle dozens of times over the course of my life, but I’m stuck in autopilot as my footfalls echo, stretching down dimly lit, but modern, hallways that weave throughout the backside of the castle, where the more formal sitting rooms bleed into rooms full of family pictures and knickknac
The Alpha King's Breeder King of Slaves
Kaleb“We’re out of wood for the pyres,” Otto, an elder wolf, says as he smoothes a withered hand down the length of a log. It’s leaning precariously against the others–against stacks upon stacks of logs given to the Glade last week in anticipation for the dead. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. I turn to look at the funeral pyres, at the rows of log structures that will soon house five or six men to a pyre. Fathers. Brothers. Sons. They should each have their own. The fae know what they’re doing by purposefully giving us less than we need. They always do. “I’ll find more.” Otto gives me a grim smile before turning back to the pyre that will soon be a beacon of light to guide his son, two of his nephews, and his eldest grandson home to the Goddess. He’s not the only man wandering through the darkness tonight adjusting logs and bringing handfuls of wood taken from tables and chairs–anything they can find. It’s a quiet night. Mothers wail silently into pillows. Wives tuck childre
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