Breeder To The Brutal Alpha King

​Rebecca’s POV

​He pushed in slowly, tenderly at first—inch by thick inch—stretching my walls around his massive girth. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the marble as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass.

​Then the tenderness vanished. He began to fuck me. Deep, powerful thrusts that made my breasts bounce and my palms slide against the wet tiles. The angle was perfect, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me.

​”Fuck, I miss this,” he grunted, one hand fisting my wet hair as he pounded into me from behind. Each slap of skin on skin was loud, primal. Water cascaded over us, making everything slicker, hotter. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles, forcing my pleasure higher until I was crying out, clenching around his cock.

​He didn’t let me cum yet. Instead, he pulled out, spun me around roughly, and lifted me. My back hit the cool tile as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth crashed down on mine in a bruising kiss while he thrust back inside me in one smooth stroke.

​This position let him go even deeper. He fucked me like that—strong, steady rolls of his hips, grinding against my clit with every thrust, his muscles flexing under my hands as I clung to his shoulders.

​”You feel that?” he rasped between kisses, biting my lower lip. ”My pup in your belly while I’m buried balls-deep in your pussy. You’re mine now, Rebecca. All fucking mine.”

​My moans turned into desperate whimpers as pleasure built unbearably. He shifted again, carrying me out of the shower without pulling out. Water dripped everywhere as he set me on the wide marble counter beside the sink, right in front of the large mirror.

​He turned me slightly so I could see us—his powerful body behind mine, my legs spread wide, his thick cock disappearing into my soaked pussy with every thrust.

​”Look at yourself,” he commanded, his voice dark and commanding as he fucked me harder, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to pinch and tug my nipples. ”Watch how you take my cock. Watch how pretty you look getting fucked while pregnant with my heir.”

​The sight in the mirror was obscene and intoxicating—my flushed face, bouncing breasts, the way my pussy stretched around his veined shaft. He fucked me like that for long, relentless minutes, the counter creaking under us.

​Then he pulled out again, turned me fully to face the mirror, bent me over the counter, and slammed back in from behind. His hand wrapped around my throat lightly—not choking, but possessive—as he pounded into me, his balls slapping my clit.

​I came hard, moaning, my walls spasming violently around him. Kaden growled in approval but didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until I was shaking.

​He lifted me again, this time facing him, and lowered us both to the thick rug on the bathroom floor. I straddled him, sinking back down onto his cock. With my hands on his chest, I rode him—first slow and deep, then faster as need overtook me. He gripped my ass, guiding me, thrusting up to meet every bounce. His eyes were locked on my stomach, on my breasts, and on my face.

​”Fuck, yes... just like that,” he groaned, his voice breaking with raw lust.

​He flipped us one final time, pinning me beneath him in missionary. His thrusts turned slower but deeper, more intimate, grinding against me as he kissed my neck and my breasts, sucking marks into my skin. The possessiveness radiated off him in waves.

​Only when I came a second time, clenching and soaking his cock, did he finally let go. With a deep, guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside me, hot pulses filling my pussy as his body shuddered against mine.

​We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, water still steaming around us. His hand rested protectively over my stomach, over the pup we’d just... celebrated.

​I didn’t know what this meant for us. But in that moment, with his cock still twitching inside me and his scent surrounding me, the fear mixed with something dangerously close to dark, undeniable desire.

​He slowly pulled out of me, the sudden absence of his heat leaving me feeling cold and exposed on the bathroom floor. I lay there for a second, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, the thick rug beneath me damp from the water dripping off our skin.

​Kaden leaned over me, his dark eyes searching my face. ”Are you okay?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly rough but quiet.

​I stared up at him, completely stunned, my lips parting but no sound coming out. I was entirely too shocked to speak. Did Alpha Kaden just ask if I was okay?

​This was the same man who had taken my virginity in the most brutal, unforgiving way possible. This was the man who looked at me with pure loathing every single day, the man who blamed me for the death of his wife, and the man who had locked a silver choker around my neck to break my spirit. Hearing a tone that resembled genuine concern from his lips felt completely surreal.

​But as I watched his gaze flicker briefly down to my lower stomach before snapping back to my eyes, a harsh wave of reality slammed into me. The temporary haze of pleasure evaporated, replaced by a bitter, hollow ache.

​Of course. It wasn’t because of me. He didn’t care about my pain, my exhaustion, or my feelings. It was because of his pup. He was asking because I was carrying his precious heir, the future of his bloodline. To him, I was just the vessel keeping his child alive.

​”I’m hungry,” I whispered, my voice sounding small and raspy even to my own ears. I hated how weak I sounded, but the truth was, between the sleeping pills, the emotional toll of the dream, and the sheer intensity of what had just happened, my body felt entirely drained.

​Kaden nodded slowly, accepting my answer without a word. He reached down, wrapping his large, powerful hands around my waist, and effortlessly lifted me to my feet. My legs wobbled slightly, but he held me steady until he was sure I wouldn’t collapse on the marble floor.

​”Go wash yourself,” he commanded, though the sharp edge he usually used was missing.

​I nodded numbly, keeping my eyes cast downward. Without another word, Kaden turned, grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom, closing the heavy mahogany door behind him.

​The moment the latch clicked shut, the silence of the room closed in on me.

​I dragged my aching body back toward the glass enclosure and stepped under the running water. As the warm spray hit my face, the dam broke. Tears instantly gathered in my eyes, hot and fast, mixing with the water cascading down my cheeks.

​I leaned my forehead against the wet tile wall, my shoulders shaking as I sobbed silently. A terrifying realization settled deep in my chest. I was trapped in a completely different kind of prison now. Before, Kaden wanted to destroy me; now, he wanted to possess me.

​And worse, my own body—and the pup growing inside me—was already reacting to his touch, blurring the lines between the terror I felt for the monster and the dangerous, dark pull of the Alpha who claimed me.

​It must be so easy to look at me from the outside and judge. It must look so simple to just say, ”Fight back.” But you won’t understand that when an Alpha claims you, your body completely betrays you. His scent fills the room, and it paralyzes every ounce of logic. Now, with his pup growing inside me, that terrifying pull is ten times stronger.

​Suddenly, Queen Helen’s parting words rang loudly through my mind: ”Start with the things that bring him comfort. Cook for him, Rebecca. Make him his favorite meals... Food is the fastest way to break a warrior’s guard.”

​I swallowed hard, my hand reaching up to touch the cold silver choker around my neck. Helen said his grief had turned him into a beast, but that he was a sweet soul on the inside. She told me to use his favorite meals to melt the mask—roasted venison with wild rosemary and juniper berries, and spiced blackberry tea with clover honey.

​If I wanted to survive this, if I wanted to find a way to get this choker off and somehow find a way to save Stephanie from whatever dungeon she was locked in, I had to use every tool I had. I had to play the part of a compliant, submissive breeder.

​I turned off the shower, dried myself with a plush towel, and wrapped myself in a soft robe left on the counter. Stepping out into Kaden’s massive bedroom, I found him already dressed in black trousers and a dark silk shirt, sitting at his desk. He looked up as I entered, his eyes immediately dropping to my stomach before meeting my gaze.

​”The kitchen is preparing a tray for you,” Kaden said coldly, though his eyes never left me.

​This was my chance. My heart hammered against my ribs as I prepared to speak, remembering Helen’s advice. I could either submit and wait for the food to arrive, or I could take the first terrifying step to manipulate the Alpha King.