Breeder To The Brutal Alpha King

REBECCA’S POV

​”Get out!”

​Those two freezing words had been the last thing Alpha King Kaden said to me.

​For the past six days, he had not requested me at all. I stayed locked away in the darkness of my tiny room down in the servants’ wing, and I never left. I barely even moved. My body was still a broken, but luckily, I was finally starting to heal.

​It wasn’t because he sent medicines to me. It was because of the special herbs Stephanie gave me.

​Stephanie came to check on me regularly. She brought bitter medicines to drink and cool balms to soothe the raw, torn skin between my thighs. She didn’t spit at me. She didn’t look at me with hatred. I truly believed she was the only person in the entire world who believed I didn’t murder the Queen. Thanks to her kindness, the burning heat in my core had calmed down to a dull ache, and the arrow wound on my thigh was finally closing up.

​But my peace didn’t last.

​On the seventh night, the heavy wooden door to my room suddenly flew open. The head maid stood in the doorway, her nose crinkled in deep disgust as she looked down at me.

​”The Alpha King demands you wait for him in his chambers,” she snapped, her voice sharp and impatient. ”Now. Come.”

​My stomach instantly twisted into a hard knot of dread. I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, slowly pushed myself off my small mattress, and followed her up the grand stairs.

​As my bare feet padded against the cold floors, a dark confusion filled my mind. I believe in ten minutes this will be over, I thought to myself, trying to calm my racing heart. But then I remembered last week. He didn’t cum inside me. He was supposed to use me to breed a replacement child, yet he had pulled out at the very last second. Why?

​The head maid pushed me into the massive, luxurious master bedroom and shut the door behind me with a heavy click.

​Kaden wasn’t there.

​The vast room was completely empty, lit only by the dim, golden glow of the fireplace. I didn’t dare touch anything. I walked over to a dark corner near the massive windows, standing perfectly still as my heart beat like a trapped bird inside my chest.

​I stood and waited for him.

​One hour passed. I checked the time. It was 10:00 PM. Why isn’t he here? I wondered, my legs growing stiff and tired.

​By 11:00 PM, he still hadn’t come. My body felt completely exhausted, and my knees were shaking from standing for so long. Unable to hold myself up anymore, I slid down the wall and sat on the soft, expensive floor rug, burying my face in my knees. The warmth from the fireplace washed over me, and before I knew it, my heavy eyelids closed. I fell fast asleep right there on the floor.

​A loud, violent crash jolted me awake.

​I gasped, my eyes flying open in the dark. The heavy bedroom doors were wide open, banging against the walls. Standing in the doorway was Kaden.

​He was completely wasted. He stumbled forward, his massive shoulders hitting the doorframe before he kicked the doors shut behind him. The heavy, suffocating scent of strong, bitter whiskey and raw Alpha pheromones instantly filled the air, making it hard to breathe. He had a half-empty bottle clamped in his large hand, and his hair was wildly messed up.

​He didn’t look like a king right now. He looked like a wounded, broken beast.

​His green eyes were completely bloodshot, glazed over and unfocused as he scanned the dark room. Finally, his gaze landed on me sitting in the corner.

​”Helen...” Kaden choked out.

​My breath caught in my throat. I froze as he dropped the whiskey bottle onto the thick rug with a dull thud. He staggered across the room toward me, his heavy boots dragging.

​”Helen... you’re back,” he muttered, tears suddenly welling up in his beautiful green eyes. ”I knew you wouldn’t leave me. I knew it was just a bad dream...”

​He reached my corner and collapsed onto his knees in front of me. Before I could even speak, his massive arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his broad chest. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his hot tears soaking into my skin. He was shaking. The all-powerful Alpha King was trembling like a child in my arms.

​”I miss you so much,” he sobbed against my skin, his voice cracking with pure grief. ”Please don’t go back. Stay with me.”

​I knew he was completely blinded by the alcohol. I knew he was seeing his dead wife instead of me. I should have pushed him away. I should have reminded him that I was Rebecca, the woman he hated. But seeing him so broken, so human, made something soften deep inside my chest. For the first time, I didn’t feel fear. I just felt a deep, aching pity.

​Slowly, without thinking, my hands rose and gently rested on his broad, naked shoulders.

​Kaden lifted his head. He looked into my face, but his eyes weren’t seeing my features. He reached up, his large, warm palms gently cupping my cheeks. His touch wasn’t brutal tonight. It was incredibly soft, almost worshipful.

​”You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispered.

​Then, he leaned down and kissed me.

​My heart completely stopped. His lips were soft, warm, and desperate as they pressed against mine. He moved his mouth over mine with a deep, aching tenderness, tasting like bitter alcohol and sweet sorrow. He parted my lips gently, his tongue sliding inside to claim my mouth in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. I didn’t move. My mind went completely quiet, detaching myself from the moment as I let him take what he wanted.

​A dull, strange numbness filled the core of my stomach. My fingers tangled into his thick, dark hair, holding him close simply because it was easier to let it happen. For the first time, this wasn’t a punishment.

​Kaden groaned deep in his chest, a sound filled with pure relief. He lifted my body effortlessly into his arms, carrying me over to his massive bed. He laid me down with gentle care, hovering over me like I was something fragile made of glass.

​His green eyes stayed locked on mine through the shadows, filled with a burning, heavy passion that belonged to someone else.

​He slid his hands down my body, his warm palms tracing the curves of my waist and hips. I stared up at the ceiling, feeling entirely blank as his large hands moved over my skin. He leaned down, his lips leaving my mouth to trail a path of hot, lingering kisses down my jaw, past my throat, and down to my chest.

​I arched my back, a soft, empty whimper escaping my lips as his hot mouth closed around my breast.