Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 93: Why Did He Come Back?

‘Theo•

Warren, that bastard, he wasn’t pulling any punches.

The cage opened, and Warren walked out without sparing me another glance. I only hoped that the poison hadn’t taken full effect on him since it hadn’t touched him for very long.

He gracefully walked out from the cage and towards Luther, carrying himself regally, just like a king. Luther was pleased with himself and smiled at my brother. “What an honor, Your Majesty!”

Then, before anyone could react, Warren shifted into his wolf and charged at Luther.

The guy holding Ciana was stunned for a moment, and Ciana took the chance to jam her elbow into that guy’s ribs.

In the next second, Warren leaped and landed between Ciana and Luther. She was free!

His mouth opened wide and his fangs flashed as Warren threw his head back, howled, and began running away with Ciana.

I Yinced and smiled. Watching them from the corner of my eye, I was finally relieved when they were a safe distance away. Warren had pulled through and saved Ciana, but I wondered if he meant the things he said earlier.

His voice had sounded so resentful, so full of anger. He

hadn’t held back that much with the beating he delivered. Of course, I knew he’d know I could handle it and he needed to convince Luther through his action, but I still wondered whether part of him had been truly upset with me.

However, I didn’t have time to process all of it.

Theo, you’d better take care of this!’ Warren told me in the mindlink.

‘Just take Ciana and run!’ I responded.

Most importantly, she was safe, and there was nothing else holding me back!

Luther’s guys tried to close the cage but it was too late. I’d already• hauled myself to my feet and charged out of the cage. That damn chain couldn’t hold me back.

They call me a monster and murderer, and now they would get a taste of what a real monster was like!

Luther snarled and charged toward me. In mid-air, he shifted, jaws snapping as he came toward me. I reached up and attacked his throat. He growled and slashed at me with his paws.

I kicked Luther in his rib, he fell on the ground and he whimpered. My side ached from Warren’ s beating, and I clutched it for a moment. Inhaling deeply, I closed myself off to the pain as Luther rose and shook himself off.

making eye contact and showing me his

at him and motioned with my hand for him to come at me. As he charged, I shifted and met him head-on. We collided

wolfbane, or whatever the poison they used had

him back, hooking my shoulder against his side, trying to break his ribs. Luther spun away from me and rose up on hind legs. He swatted at me with his front paws, catching me on the face

shook the blood away and I

of his wolves ran onto the

or so of his cronies would

I saw Demarco skulking through the shadows, off in the direction that Ciana

over the wolves that were closing in on me. Catching up

whimpered, his legs buckling

his bone snap upon impact. I’d like to see him go after them with a broken

wolves swarmed around me,

a fury of fur and spittle, I

and shook until his neck was covered with blood and he went limp. Tossing him aside, I pounced on another, crushing

gain Luther’s trust and rescue Ciana. I respected him for that, but he hadn’t left me

side, I tackled another of Luther’s followers. He smashed into the bar of the cage. Wheezing, he tried to get up, but his legs trembled, and he collapsed onto the ground, his

killed off enough to shift my attention back to Luther. I locked eyes on him, and he stamped his foot on the

angered roar, I charged at him, breaking through the remaining wolves and

headbutted him, his skull cracking beneath mine, and he groaned, falling backward. Luther staggered from side to

satisfied snort as Luther fell on his side, breathing heavily. When I walked up to him, hovering over him, Luther

I was

Wtly Old Comp

the final blow but Demarco howled. I whipped my head

human form. I glared at him, and he

Maggie’ s husband, l’ Il spare your

only one that could save Maggie. Of course, he wouldn’t move. He wouldn’t risk Maggie’s life. He loved her

“Your funeral,” I muttered.

himself up on three legs and I realized he had

wail when his broken leg hit the floor, but he recovered quickly, snarling at me and diving for my

when the hair on my neck and spine stood

of my eye, I saw something

A silver dagger.

smug grin were reflected

shot toward me. I didn’t have

never hit me. Someone