All Chapters of A Breeder For Alpha Alexandros : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Inside her chamber, Melina sat at a small wooden table, her delicate fingers picking at her lunch as her thoughts drifted to the king. She had not seen him for three long days since his return from the battle, wounded and the thoughts were just so scary because she didn't know if she was supposed to stay angry with the king or be worried that something bad had happened to him. After she returned from the hospital, doubts began to fill her mind, wondering if the king no longer desired her company or if he simply did not feel the same way she felt for him. Because there was no logical way to explain why the king ate Daphne's food when he had already sent her a missive to cook for him. Lost in her musings, Melina was startled as a soft knock came from her chamber door. She looked up, hope flickering in her eyes as she summoned one of her maids who had been standing there all hour. "Have you heard anything about His Majesty? Is he getting better or worse? No one seemed to

"Might I have the pleasure of sharing lunch with you in the garden, my dear Melina? I am a little famished, what do you say?" the king asked, his voice smooth and enchanting. Melina stared at him for a moment, her expression thoughtful. Finally, she shrugged teasingly and acquiesced, "Very well, Your Majesty. I suppose I can spare some time for a meal with you." The king's grin widened, his hand reaching out to intertwine with Melina’s. Together they made their way to the palace garden, its vibrant blooms and lush greenery awaiting their arrival. On reaching the entrance, the king beckoned the maids nearby, instructing them to prepare a sumptuous lunch for the two of them. With a courteous bow, the maids promptly scurried off, leaving the king and Melina alone in the serene gazebo. The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves as they settled themselves upon the ornate benches, their anticipation building. The scene was set for a delightful lunch, a respite from

In the dimly lit corridors of the Pack's hospital, a heavy sense of apprehension permeated the air. The whispers of the healers mingled with the potent scent of herbs, creating an eerie atmosphere. The healers, engrossed in tending to the wounded soldiers, were suddenly interrupted by the entrance of their king, his presence commanding attention. He guided his queen through the threshold, their footsteps echoing softly against the cold, stone floors. The healers, concern etched upon their furrowed brows, bowed respectfully before the royal couple. "Good day, Your Royal Majesties," they greeted, their voices filled with genuine worry. With urgency in his voice, the king wasted no time in explaining the reason for their visit. "Melina is ill," he began, his voice betraying his underlying fear. "She just threw up while we were having lunch in the garden." The healers exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the significance of the queen's symptoms. One healer stepped for

As they entered the pack lab, the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the stone walls that had stood for centuries. The air was heavy with anticipation, for both the healer and the king knew that they were about to uncover secrets that could change their world forever. According to what the healer himself said. The king was trying as possible not be to put in mind, what the healer said, but his words just kept echoing in his head. The healer glanced cautiously around, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space to ensure they were alone. Satisfied, he nodded for the king to follow him further into the lab's depths. The king's heart raced with trepidation as he trailed after the healer. What could possibly be happening? His mind whirled with questions, threatening to drown out all rational thought. He stole a quick glance behind him, anxiously searching for any prying eyes. Assured of their solitude, he nodded silently, conceding to the healer's request. He couldn't e

Melina's silver eyes widened, a mingling of confusion and anxiety dancing within their depths. "Meemaw," she responded, her voice tinged with urgency, "I knew it! The healer is concealing something, something of great importance. We must report him to His Majesty without delay. Surely, the results should have been determined by now. We cannot allow this clandestine charade to persist any longer. I thought I could trust that old man, but not anymore." Cleo nodded understandingly, her features softening with empathy. A gentle smile blossomed on her lips as she reached out, delicately encircling Melina with a comforting arm. "Believe me, my love," she murmured soothingly, "your concerns align with my own. Before dawn broke, I ventured to visit the healer, hoping to uncover the truth. But to my disillusionment, he was conspicuously absent, his presence evaporated like morning mist. None of the other healers had witnessed his departure, leaving me adrift in a sea of questions. I wonder whe