All Chapters of The Alpha King's Claimed Breeder: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter eighty two I stirred awake, my lashes fluttering open. A smile played on my lips as I saw Rafe sleeping peacefully beside me, his chiseled features relaxed in slumber. His dark lashes fanned against his tanned skin, full lips parted slightly. Raven hair tumbled across his brow. He looked almost boyish in sleep, younger and untroubled. My heart swelled with love for him, this strong, passionate man who had captured my heart so completely. Last night came back to me in flashes - Rafe finally confessing his true feelings, taking me in his arms and showing me with his body what he felt in his soul. I blushed, remembering the exquisite ways he had pleasured me, worshipping every inch of my skin until I shattered in ecstasy. Never had I felt so cherished, so adored.Unable to resist touching him, I gently brushed a lock of inky hair back from his forehead. His lashes lifted and sleepy green eyes met mine, desire instantly kindling between us as awareness returned. The air crackled

Eight four I couldn’t believe how much Rafe made me happy. It was like he was a completely different person after the whole bomb blast happened. Tears of happiness blurred my vision. I went willingly into his arms, losing myself in his drugging kiss, in the overwhelming rightness of this moment. With the faeries' tinkling laughter a musical backdrop to our passion, we sank down onto the mossy bank in a tangle of eager limbs, ready to make a new memory in this secret haven. One of healing, hope, and unshakable love.Rafe's warm hands cradled my face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I opened for him on a sigh. My own hands roamed the sculpted muscles of his back, feeling them flex beneath my fingertips. He tasted of dark spice and smoldering need, igniting an answering hunger low in my belly.With a groan, Rafe broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down the sensitive column of my throat. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "

Eighty six*Freya*I rolled carefully out of bed so as not to disturb Rafe's slumber, I tiptoed across the chamber to the window. The morning's first light was just starting to paint the sky in streaks of rose and amber. I placed a palm on the cool glass and closed my eyes."Please," I prayed on a thread of a whisper. "Please let me get pregnant soon. Let me bear Rafe's heir and fulfill my destiny at his side. And keep our future child safe from those who might wish them harm."I didn't know if the Moon Goddess could hear my plea. But I had to hope. For myself, for Rafe, for our love. For the kingdom pack and kingdom.Opening my eyes, I squared my shoulders with determination. No matter what enemies lurked in the shadows, seen or unseen, I would face them head on. I would fight to my very last breath to protect those I loved and the future we were destined to build together.With a newfound resolve flowing through my veins, I stood up carefully and made my way to the bathroom, intent

Eighty eight*Rafe*I stared at Freya's still form lying next to me, my heart clenching with anguish and fear. Her slender body had been shaking violently just moments before, seized by whatever dark magic was attacking her very life force. But now she was unnaturally still, her chest barely rising and falling with shallow breaths. I couldn't stand the sight of her so still and pale, like a porcelain doll that had been drained of all life. It was my fault, I knew, that she was lying here on this bed, fighting for her life. I had put her in this position with my doubts, allowing her to be targeted by the other ladies. I knew Freya was under the pressure to give me an heir. I wished I had not put her in such a position "fuck it!" I yelled angrily. But I couldn't let myself give into the guilt and self-pity that threatened to consume me. I had to focus on helping her, finding a way to save her before it was too late.Gently, I brushed a strand of dark hair from her ashen face, my finger

Ninety*Rafe*Sersia began chanting in a language that sounded ancient and powerful. The air around us seemed to shift and crackle with energy as she drew symbols and runes into the air with her hands. Sersia's chanting grew louder and more intense, her hands moving in intricate patterns as the magic flowed through her and into Freya.Beside me, I could see the fear in Connor's eyes, but he stayed still, trusting me to protect Freya.And then it was my turn. Sersia turned to face me, her voice booming as she spoke the words of the ritual. I bared my teeth and prepared to bite into Freya's neck, knowing that this was the only way to save her.I leaned down, my heart pounding in my chest as I brought my mouth to Freya's wrist. Her skin was cool and clammy beneath my lips, and I could feel the faint thrumming of her pulse, slow and weak. I hesitated for a moment, my fangs grazing her flesh, before I closed my eyes and bit down.The moment my teeth pierced her skin, a burst of energy expl