All Chapters of A Breeder For Alpha Alexandros : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

As Prince Roderick, Prince Maximus and Daphne approached the military quarters, the weight of their solemn mission settled upon their shoulders like a leaden burden. The night air seemed to thicken around them, every step serving as a poignant reminder of the kingdom's uncertain future. Above them, the moon bore witness to their valiant efforts, casting a pale, ethereal glow upon their resolute faces. But amidst the somber ambience, anger threatened to boil over within Prince Maximus. It coursed through his veins, unable to be contained any longer. "What in the name of all that's holy did she think she was doing?" he burst out, his voice sharp with indignation. "Just because we approached her seeking permission, she believes she has the right to dictate our every move? Such insolence! I am still unable to digest it." Prince Roderick halted his trek and turned to face Maximus, his expression grave and contemplative. "What are you talking about brother?" he inquired softly, hoping to c

In the flickering candlelight of the grand hallway, the air grew thick with tension as Daphne seized Melina's dress from behind, her voice slicing through the atmosphere with a shrill cry of Melina's name. Startled, Melina spun around, meeting Daphne's contorted face, a mask of anger. Confusion danced in Melina's eyes as she chuckled softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Daphne, hey, what happened, what is this commotion all about?" Melina inquired, her voice honeyed with bemusement, her gaze darting between her aunt and the seething concubine. The hushed conversations among the courtiers abruptly ceased as all eyes turned to witness the unexpected confrontation, a spectacle unfolding before them. Daphne tightened her grip on the fistful of Melina's dress, her fierce gaze boring into her with an intensity that caused even the bravest hearts to quaver, "You need to tell me what exactly you are discussing with Cleo. I know what both of you are trying to do, so s

Prince Alistair's heart pounded in his chest as he walked along the rough, crowdy hallways of the castle, his footsteps echoing in the air. The flickering torches cast an eerie glow, illuminating the worried creases on his brow. His thoughts raced, consumed by a single question: Where is Beta Kristen? He had been trying to eavesdrop on every conversation as he passed by the maids and the members of the Pack's, hoping to hear someone mention his name. No one seemed to be talking about him and that could have two reasons. One is scary and the other is comforting. With each deliberate step, Alistair could feel the mounting tension suffusing the air around him, as if the very castle itself held its breath in anticipation. Shadows clung to the corners, deepening his apprehension with their murky presence. As he approached the huddled cluster of guards and healers, his voice carried the weight of desperation. "I apologize for intruding upon your assembly, but I implore you, has

Daphne shook her head gently, the shimmering tendrils of her hair cascading over her shoulders like rivers of darkness. "Nay, my dear prince, no one knows yet. It has not been confirmed, so be rest assured. It is mere speculation. Let us not succumb to fear until we possess irrefutable truth," she cautioned, her voice a soothing balm to their troubled souls. Roderick and Maximus exchanged a knowing glance, their silent communication speaking volumes. Maximus spoke with a voice laden with heartfelt sentiment, his tone drenched in sincerity. "We can only hope that no harm has befallen Beta Kristen. He is a loyal friend and a noble soul." Daphne, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, couldn't help but inquire further. "Forgive me, princes, but I cannot fathom why you hold such concern for Beta Kristen. Is there a deeper connection between you? I believe there's nothing going on that you are not telling me, is there?" Roderick leaned back, his expression guarded. "Some matt

The weight of grief and loss that had burdened Alistair dissipated as he held Kristen close, his grip unyielding. Tears of joy mingled with those of sorrow as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. In that moment, the universe seemed to align, offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. "I missed you so much," Alistair chuckled. Words were unnecessary as their souls communicated in the silent language of love and understanding. The castle walls echoed their shared suffering and the resilience that bound them together. With each passing second, their embrace became a testament to the strength of their connection, promising solace and healing in the face of tragedy. None of them seemed to be ready to let go. The air crackled with unspoken emotions as Prince Alistair and Beta Kristen, after what seemed like eternity, finally disengaged from their tight embrace. Their bodies still tingled from the electricity that had surged between them, and their heart