Breeder To The Brutal Alpha King

​Kaden’s POV

​I stood in the doorway, frozen to the spot, every single muscle in my body locked up as if I’d been turned to stone.

​My dark green eyes were fixed on the bed. On her.

​Kane was hovering directly over Ruby, his hands buried deep in the bunched-up fabric of her morning gown, massaging the soft, bare skin of her thigh. Ruby was beneath him, her sea-blue eyes wide, her chest heaving in rapid, shallow breaths. She looked flushed, caught off guard, and completely consumed by my brother’s touch.

​A sudden, violent surge of raw power exploded through my chest, making the air in the bedroom turn ice-cold. Inside my head, my wolf didn’t just growl—he let out a dark, agonizing howl that echoed wildly against the walls of my mind. He was scratching at my ribs, tearing through my veins, raging to break free and rip Kane’s throat out.

​I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. My hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at my sides, my teeth grinding together so hard my jaw throbbed with unbearable pain. Watching another man’s hands on her skin—even if that man was my own twin brother—was causing a physical, burning agony deep inside my soul.

​Kane slowly lifted his head from Ruby’s neck. He turned his face toward me, his dark eyes filled with blatant annoyance as he stroked her upper thigh one last time.

​”Moon Goddess, brother...” Kane spat, his voice thick with anger. ”Ever heard of knocking? Close the damn door.”

​I didn’t move an inch. I couldn’t take my eyes off Ruby’s flushed face, off the bare skin of her leg that my brother was still touching.

​”I said, fuck off, Kaden!” Kane snapped louder, his voice hard with Alpha authority as he shifted his body slightly to block my view of her. ”Get out!”

​The sound of his voice finally broke the suffocating spell holding me in place. I violently tore my eyes away from Ruby, turned on my heel, and strode back out into the hallway.

​I didn’t walk—I marched. My heavy boots slammed against the marble floor, echoing down the empty corridor as my blood boiled.

​I reached my private suite, shoved the heavy wooden doors open, and slammed them shut with enough force to shake the entire east wing of the mansion.

​”FUCK!” I roared, swinging my arm wildly.

​My fist collided with a heavy crystal vase sitting on the side table. It shattered into a thousand glittering pieces, crashing against the floor. I didn’t care. I kicked a heavy velvet chair across the rug, sending it crashing into the wall.

​I dragged both hands down my face, my breath coming in ragged, violent gasps as I paced the floor like a caged predator.

​”What the hell is wrong with you, Kaden?” I screamed into the empty room, my chest heaving tightly. ”Are you going fucking insane?!”

​I shoved my hands into my hair, pulling at the roots as I stared at the shattered glass on the floor.

​”She is your brother’s woman!” I snarled to myself, cursing as my pulse hammered viciously in my ears. ”She is carrying Kane’s child! Why are you looking at her like that? Why does it feel like your chest is ripping apart every time he touches her?!”

​My wolf snapped back, pacing dark circles in the back of my mind, his amber eyes burning with pure venom. He refused to calm down. He wanted her. He demanded her.

​I stopped pacing in the middle of the room, letting out a dark, harsh laugh.

​”You know what?” I muttered aloud, pointing a shaking finger at my own reflection in the tall mirror across the room. ”I know what’s wrong with you. You’re just starved, Kaden. That’s all this is.”

​I swallowed hard, my throat feeling bone-dry as I tried to rationalize the madness consuming me.

​”You haven’t touched a female since Helen died,” I told myself, my voice rough and desperate. ”You’ve been abstinent for months. You’re an Alpha King in his prime. You see a beautiful woman in your house, and your instincts are just completely fucked up because you need a release. That’s it. Once you fuck a woman, all this crazy bullshit will be over.”

​Deciding to end this torture once and for all, I strode over to the house phone mounted near the door, snatched the receiver, and dialed the guard station downstairs.

​”Alpha,” a guard answered instantly.

​”Bring Tanya to my suite,” I barked, my tone leaving zero room for question. ”Right now.”

​There was a brief, hesitant pause on the other end of the line. ”Alpha... Tanya left the packhouse weeks ago. She moved back to the southern territory.”

​I closed my eyes tightly, my jaw tightening as a wave of intense frustration washed over me. ”Find her. Go get her.”

​”Yes, Alpha King.”

​I slammed the phone back onto the wall. I walked over to the mahogany liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of aged whiskey, and uncorked it. Without bothering with a glass, I tilted the bottle back and took three massive gulps, letting the harsh, amber liquid burn its way down my throat.

​It was barely eight in the morning, but I didn’t care. I needed to drown out the lingering scene that was still suffocating my mind.

​A few minutes later, a soft, seductive knock sounded at the suite doors.

​”Enter,” I growled, taking another long swig from the bottle.

​The heavy doors opened, and a stunning female stepped inside. It was Tanya after all.

​”My Lord...” Tanya purred softly, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it. ”You finally remembered me. I was starting to think you forgot how good we used to be together.”

​I didn’t smile. I didn’t welcome her. I just stared at her with cold, empty green eyes.

​”Get undressed,” I commanded, my voice flat, rough, and completely devoid of warmth. ”And spread your legs.”

​Tanya’s eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and dark delight. She liked it rough, and she certainly didn’t mind my cold tone. Smirking, she reached behind her back, unzipping her dress and letting the red fabric drop to the floor in a heap. She stepped out of her high heels, revealing her completely bare body.

​Her nipples were dark and pointed in the cool air of the room. Her stomach was flat, her waist narrow, and her skin was neatly shaved between her legs. She was objectively gorgeous—a female built for pure pleasure.

​She stood there, posing confidently, waiting for me to take her.

​I stared at her bare body... and felt absolutely nothing.

​Not a single spark. Not a single drop of heat in my blood. My shaft remained completely limp beneath my trousers.

​Fuck, I thought inwardly, my stomach sinking into a cold pit of dread. I was in deep shit. Looking at this beautiful, naked female did absolutely nothing for me, because my mind, my body, and my wolf were still completely trapped by the vision of the sea-blue eyes and soft skin of the woman in my brother’s bed.

​”Stay right there,” I growled at Tanya, turning my back on her. ”I’ll be back in a second.”

​Tanya frowned slightly, her confidence faltering for a moment, but she stayed standing near the door.

​I walked straight into my walk-in closet, heading toward the small, heavy safe built into the far wall. I punched in a six-digit code, heard the heavy lock click open, and pulled out a small, dark glass vial.

​It was a powerful aphrodisiac, a rare herbal toxin. It was a dark, dangerous liquid that forced a wolf’s blood to boil, driving them into a feral, unstoppable urge for sex within minutes. Back when Helen was alive, we used to take tiny drops of it whenever we wanted to go completely wild, fucking all night long until neither of us could walk.

​I knew it was dangerous. I knew using it like this was insane. But I was desperate. I couldn’t live with this forbidden hunger for my brother’s woman another second. I had to get Ruby out of my system, and if I had to force my body to react to another female, so be it.

​I popped the cork off the vial, tilted my head back, and swallowed the dark, bitter liquid in one heavy gulp.

​I leaned my hands against the wooden closet shelf, closing my eyes and breathing heavily as I waited for the drug to take hold.

​It didn’t take long.

​Within five minutes, an intense, violent heat exploded in the low depths of my stomach. My blood began to race through my veins like liquid fire. My pulse hammered violently against my throat, and my eyes snapped open, glowing a dark, feral red in the dim light of the closet.

​Down between my legs, my shaft hardened rapidly, stretching tightly against the fabric of my dark trousers until it was painfully stiff.

​”Fuck...” I grunted through clenched teeth, my skin flushing hot as the toxin forced my body into a deep, artificial rut.

​I straightened my broad shoulders, my breath coming out in low, animalistic huffs, and walked back out into the bedroom.

​Tanya was still standing near the edge of the bed, her bare body waiting for me. When I stepped out into the morning light, her eyes dropped straight to the massive, obvious bulge straining against my trousers, and her smirk returned tenfold.

​She arched her back, letting her hands glide down her bare hips as she locked her eyes onto my glowing red ones.

​”Now that’s more like it, Alpha King...” Tanya whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.