บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Runaway Breeder: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

~Chad~I lifted her legs, and then placed them on my shoulder; then I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer to me. The scent of her arousal got even stronger than ever, and it took the last of my restraint not to throw caution to the wind and fuck her into senseless oblivion. Her cunt was bared before me, like a feast placed before a king to sample.I watched as she wriggled and tried to get free of her bonded wrists without success. All she had to do was say the word if she wanted to be free to touch me however she wanted. But for now, she was in my bondage and I’ll do whatever I think fit to her.My hands slipped down to her soft ass and I jerked her up, putting her cunt directly to my face and salivating at the thought of eating her up like my favorite meal without leaving any crumbs or leftovers. With a swift motion, I tore her panties away from her body, bringing the fabric to my nose and inhaling deeply before tucking it into the side of my bed. Just for future uses.I

~Amara~It was finally three days to the Hollow Ball and at every passing hour, my urge to attend it kept diminishing. I just suddenly felt so weird. And after that close encounter with Katherine in Chad’s room, I tried as much as possible to avoid her whenever I could. The fact that she couldn’t decipher that I was the one in Chad’s room that day wasn’t convincing enough to me. Katherine could know anything that she wanted to know in the blink of an eye, especially if there was another wolf presence around.That knowledge made me a bit paranoid because, for all I know, Katherine might be planning something very bad; especially if she has confirmed her suspicion of me having something to do with the werewolf that she was obsessed with.But the newfound intimacy with Chad had me blushing every time I remembered what happened between us. It felt like there was this new fire that was blazing in me. The call with Katherine had been a close one, but we still decided to meet up again tonigh

~Amara~I lay on my side on the floor, the bluntly spiked flooring biting into my flesh. I think I’ve been here for one day because, from the time that I had been locked in, it wasn’t possible that the day hadn’t moved so fast. It was pitch dark in here so I couldn’t decipher the time of day by brightness. I could only see a little bit, all thanks to the supernatural abilities of werewolves.My throat was parched, and not even the tiniest spittle could be found in my mouth. I tried to swallow it down several times without result. At one point, I’d crawled to the heavy door and banged on it with all my strength, but there had been no answer.I tried to raise my head but a sharp pain ricocheted through my body and I quickly pillowed it back on my arm. “Ouch,” I groaned, and lay still again, trying to recollect the events that had led to me being locked up in here.Something was wrong with my body. Something was wrong with my thoughts. It felt like I had selective amnesia. I felt like a

~Lucian~I sat on the wooden chair in a room that looked like it had seen better days, staring into the eyes of the pack oracle. It’s been more than five minutes since I came here and she was yet to say anything to me. Out of respect for her position, I tried to let her do her voodoo thing in peace and give me the answers that I sought, but I was starting to get very impatient. I didn’t come here to see her throwing sticks and bones around and having a staring competition with her. Mirielle has been our Pack oracle for as long as I can remember. She’d been the one who guided my father during his reign as the alpha king and had followed her instructions to the letter. When I, on the other hand, became the alpha king, I felt that I didn’t have the need for her advice. I did things the way I wanted to do it, how I wanted to do it, and when I wanted to do it. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of sticks and bones interfere with my choices. I remember the last time she told me that something

~Amara~I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, looking back now and then to see if my pursuer was gaining in on me. With every stomp of my feet on the rough, dirty ground, I felt the beginning of labor contractions but this wasn’t the time to be mindful of little pains when my life was at risk. With every step, I felt the weight of my unborn child. My heart pounded in my chest, not only fueled by the fear that consumed me but also by the physical exertion of my desperate escape. I had to escape from my pursuers somehow.I continued to run, my hands propelling my body to move as fast as it could. They were getting closer and closer. I could still hear their howls and snarls reverberating through the night and the sound of their paws hitting the ground. Because I’d been marked for death by the alpha, my only hope for survival lay in outrunning them through the dense underbrush of the woods.My breath was getting shorter. I was already tired and I didn’t think that I could run anymore.