All Chapters of Breeder For The Lycan King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ROSANNEThe fresh scent of sandalwood assaulted my nostrils. I woke up with a slight groan, my head banging, whole body hurting like I'd been smashed by a truck. I knew this place. With the soft, dim lightening, the lingering scent of sandalwood and this large space, I could tell it was Mikhail's room. Mikhail's room. The demon's room. I got up almost immediately, pushing the comforter off my legs, but as soon as I placed my legs on the ground, my vision doubled, legs swaying like they had no more strength in them. “What's happening?” I whispered, placing a palm over my forehead, but I pulled away quickly, stunned by how high my temperature was. “I wouldn't stand if I were you.” Mikhail strode into his room with a covered pink tray, looking as magnetic as ever in his black shirt and pants. His dark hair fell over his face, the dripping edges indicating that he'd just washed them. It explained the fresh scent of sandalwood and shampoo. Reluctantly, I sat back on the bed and kep

ROSANNE“The annual ball is in a few days, but you have nothing to wear?” I nodded slowly. Shirtless Landon stared at me with a bewildered expression on his face. I wouldn't call him my friend, we just happened to meet at the training field sometimes. Alright, most times. And there was this….connection I never felt with Mikhail. He was different. He smiled more. Made jokes often. And well, he was strong. He had his arms wrapped around Ace, holding him in place as he spoke to me. “Told Mikhail yet?” The thought of his name made blood rush up my cheeks. Last night replayed before me—how he forcefully made me have that chicken soup through his own mouth. I didn't know if Landon got distracted, but he was suddenly on the ground, his face scrunched up in pain. “Good one, buddy. You got me this time.” he said to Ace. I chuckled softly, running my hands over my exposed knees. “Mikhail didn't say anything about getting me a dress. I don't think breeders are—” “You're just as importa

ROSANNESunlight spilled through the lacy white curtains into my room, casting a warm glow on the glass resting on the coffee table. I'd been laying here for hours, counting the ceiling, staring at the coffee table, recounting everything that happened between Mikhail and I last night. I really didn't expect him to force himself on me again. I thought he was changing, but that was just a facade. Getting up slowly, I took slow strides towards the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood there for a brief moment, allowing the water to wash down my sorrows, my pain, but it wasn't even working. I still felt Mikhail's hands on me, still felt his thrust weakening my leg muscles. I could still hear his voice sending shudders down my spine. I grabbed the soap and scrubbed it on my body, hoping to wash off his mark which was like a stain. I kept scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing until my body became red, but when I still felt dirty, I choked out a sob. It will never really stop, wi

ROSANNE“You only belong to me, Rosanne. Don't ever forget that.” His chilly voice haunted me each time I closed my eyes to sleep, and even now that I was preparing for the banquet, I could still hear him. Strangely, I could still feel his lips on mine. ‘You’re starting to develop something for him, Rosanne.’ Emerald purred and I shivered at the mere thought of having something for Mikhail. I caressed the red dress Landon had got me and swallowed hard. ‘I’d never have something for that monster.’ I replied back. ‘I just want to focus on getting out of here before my stomach gets bigger.’ ‘Then we have to hurry. The banquet could be an opportunity.’ Emerald would always be on my side. Apart from Landon, she was the one person I could trust in this caged space. She belonged to me and I to her. The banquet would indeed be a great opportunity to escape from Mikhail's grasp, but it wasn't going to be easy. The whole place would be crowded, but Mikhail would keep his eyes on his prized

ROSANNE A small chuckle escaped my lips as I hit my bed, reminiscing the look of horror on Mikhail's face. He looked so frustrated, I'd thought he'd kill me straight up while I was at his office. I should have tried this a long time ago. A few more weeks and Mikhail would crumble like a dried twig. It was almost time for dinner, so I got up and began pacing for my next plan. I had to do something more extreme, something that'd make Mikhail out of his mind at the dining hall. Tonight, a few pack warriors would be having a meal with their Alpha while discussing matters about the pack. They could have chosen a perfect morning tomorrow, but since Mikhail was hell-bent on having his meeting tonight, I'd make sure it's uncomfortable. In an hour, Anita would be by my door to call me for dinner. I had only a short period of time to get ready. I stepped into the bathroom first, washed my hair with some shampoo and used some scented oil to have a perfect bath. A few minutes later, I step