All Chapters of THE CURSED ALPHA; HIS SUBSTITUTE BREEDER: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ariel lay huddled on the cold, unforgiving ground, her heart racing like a wild stallion. The approaching figures drew near, and with each step they took, her desperation grew. There was no turning back; she was trapped in the darkness, hidden from their view, or so she hoped. With a surge of raw, visceral fear, she reached out, her trembling hand gripping the person's leg just as they paused beside her. The figure stumbled, collapsing with a thud that resonated through Ariel's trembling body. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation and dread. Ariel's breaths came fast and shallow as she seized a nearby cup, her trembling fingers wrapping around it. She struck with all the force her fear and determination could muster, the metallic clang echoing through the silent room. Blow after blow rained down, an onslaught of emotion-fueled strikes, until the person lay still and unmoving. Ariel stood there, her hands trembling like autumn leaves in the wind. Relief washed over her

Ragnar's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fist, his gaze locked onto Ariel's every step into the library. His hand twisted through his hair as he was transported back to the moment when Ariel had returned from the southern pack. He'd felt a shift in her, something indefinable, and now he found himself drowning in self-blame for everything that had unfolded. After decades of learning to trust again, it felt like betrayal once more."Do you think the Alpha's son had something on Aloha, forcing her into this?" Ranger questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief, his eyes glued to the videos. The idea that his once innocent and timid companion could stab him in the back was almost unbearable.Observing Ariel's cautious steps and the anxiety that played across her face as she scanned the room for potential onlookers, Ragnar's heart sank. It was more than apparent that this wasn't a result of blackmail. This was a choice she had made willingly, and it tore at him, stirring a tempest of e

"Is this the end?" echoed relentlessly in Daphne's heart as she stood there, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. The room seemed to close in around her, and the weight of uncertainty bore down heavily.She was at a loss for words, uncertain of how to even begin explaining herself. Her mind raced, searching for the right words to form a coherent response. As Daphne struggled to find the right words, her anxiety was palpable. Ragnar, noticing her distress, casually strolled past her and reached for the newspaper that James had left on the table. He settled onto the edge of the bed, his eyes hungry for the newsprint, eager to devour every word it held. However, something in Daphne's demeanor caught his attention, causing him to pause."My king," she began, her voice trembling, "I don't have anything to say. I know I'm guilty of wanting to kill your slave, guilty of..."Before she could finish her sentence, Ragnar abruptly rose from the bed, the newspaper slipping from his grasp

Daphne's command hung in the air, casting a subtle tension over the room. Ariel's eyes darted around, taking in the servants who were carrying on their duties, their eyes discreetly lowered. She couldn't help but notice the fleeting glance Daphne directed toward Grandma Maria, a look laden with unspoken meaning. Ariel couldn't quite grasp the depths of Daphne's intentions, but she knew one thing for sure—Daphne was up to something.As Ariel followed in Daphne's wake, there was an enigmatic expression on her friend's face that set off warning bells in Ariel's mind. It was a look that hinted at secrets and hidden agendas, leaving Ariel with a gnawing sense of curiosity mixed with unease.The night passed, and Ariel's eyes fluttered open to the morning light. Her first instinct was to check the documents she had covertly taken the night before, but they were nowhere to be found. Panic knotted in her chest as she realized that they had vanished.Ariel couldn't help but contemplate the ide

"My king, do you ever wonder if those stolen treaty papers from the Underworld by Aloha last night have anything to do with this sudden meeting the humans insisted upon? How many years have they summoned you in this manner?" James babbled as he steered the vehicle towards the meeting place. But Ragnar remained silent, his thoughts consumed by Aloha's betrayal. Even as he had planned to make Aloha love him, he now realized he desired more than that. It wasn't just Gorg who coveted Aloha; he, too, desired her. Even if it meant only one night together to produce his heir."Or perhaps, my king, you considered…" James was still speaking when Ragnar abruptly cut him off."Focus on the road, James. I don't need your theories right now. Find me evidence of who Aloha is working with. I want this evidence to resolve the matter," Ragnar asserted firmly. James knew Ragnar's no-nonsense disposition well. He glanced at Ragnar through the rearview mirror and discreetly took a quick snapshot of his