All Chapters of The Alpha King's Claimed Breeder: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Twelve My head was banging hard as I woke up in the middle of the night. I could feel my heart constrict from the force of the nightmare I had just woken up from. My breaths came out in short pants and I could stop the racing in my chest. I turned to look around my dark room to be certain that I was all alone before I busted into nerve-wrecking sobs. My mind trailed over the things I had endured in my father's house. Everyday, I found myself wondering why my father stopped loving me after my mom passed away. Was it because he was so heartbroken by her death that I reminded him of his late wife? Or was it just because he had never truly loved neither me nor mom? I turned to pick up the water on my table, downing it all in one long gulp. My mind went back to the nightmare I had. I was being chased by a lady in a long white gown who had no face. I remembered the terrifying fear that had gripped me as I tried to run from her. It had happened in a dark forest and right when she was

FOURTEEN "I." Pause "Said." Pause "What the fuck is going on here?" His voice was deathly quiet. He slowly walked in, his eyes still focused on Connor. "My king..I.." My voice wavered. I felt Connor's hand on my shoulder. "It's okay. Freya was just distraught and I offered her a shoulder to cry on" "Who said you could offer any one of my candidates a shoulder to cry on?" I stepped back now, allowing the both of them to face each other. They both looked angry but the look on Rafe's face could burn up an entire kingdom. Why was he so angry? It's not like I was special to him. "Oh come on, Rafe, I wouldn't have had to offer that shoulder if you were treating your guests well. You know that!" Conner snapped at Rafe. He turned to me, his expression soft. "Can you excuse us Freya? Thank you" I nodded without another word and hurried out of the dark library, making my way back to the gardens. I needed to clear my head from all this. I needed time away from this damned palace

Sixteen My mouth was wide open in shock at what Rafe had just said. Had he just asked them to release me? He didn't want me punished? The guards quickly stepped away from me. The confusion on their faces was evident. If the situation wasn't so tense, I would have laughed and childishly stuck my tongue out at them. But right now, all I could think of was how I was in trouble. The Alpha was known for his ruthlessness if you crossed him. I knew without a doubt that I was in trouble. "Follow me." Rafe said, his voice hard as kryptonite. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, the beat matching the hollow thud of my footsteps as I followed Rafe through the corridors of the palace. I wanted to ask where he was taking me but the fear that gripped me was too heavy for me to confront him. Thankfully, Kelly and the other girls were not in sight. Maybe they had been ask to return to their rooms after the whole thing had happened. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel it coil

Eighteen*Rafe* My thoughts were on her. Freya Hadid. It was now an obsession. One I could not possibly get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Every breath I took in reminded me too much of her. Her scent of vanilla and lilies, Pulling me in and dousing me like a personal brand of heroin. I couldn't get the kiss with Freya out of my mind. The softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her hair, the electric touch of her skin against mine. I had been trying to avoid her, but something ignited between us tonight. A fiery passion I can no longer ignore. I replayed the moment over and over. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, compelling me to go to her, to claim what is mine. But I didn't know if she even wanted me back. She was a very hard person to read and that intrigued and frustrated me. It had taken all the willpower I had in me to not pull her into my bed and ravish her like my wolf wanted to. I could still feel the beast within me, purring and yearning for her

Twenty*Rafe* Four days had passed and I hadn't spoken or even looked at her. Even now as she was sitting across the table directly in front of me, I tried to avoid glancing her way, but it was too hard. I found myself unconsciously studying the little things about her. Like the way her eyes creased when she smiled at something the other lady, Addy or whatever her name was said to her. How her hair framed her perfect heart shaped face and how her red lips looked swollen enough to know that she'd been recently kissed to oblivion. I groaned and glanced down at the tightness in my breeches. I couldn't keep going on like this. What I needed was to get her out of my system. Suddenly, she lifted her head and our eyes met in a tense clash. In that moment, it felt like time stood still. It was just the two of us sitting at the table, locked in a silent battle of wills. I strained to read her expression, but it was as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. There was something different about