His Breeder

the center in mild vexation, her dream of nothing fading slowly to leave an impression of warmth. She stirred sleepily, h

at the dimple on her left cheek. Alessia caught it with a quick sweep of her hand.

The silken sheets had slipped down her chest to expose soft

her face into the soft pillows. Keeping company with one of the Alpha’s daughters ca

y, despite eating a platter of fruits, cheese and bread that the princess had politely declined due to the number o

ms between themselves, and sleepi

led the fresh mint in it. “I wish to vi

ts later, colored eyes peering from the nest of unruly

that doesn’t mean I

le liar,” she sn

towards the ceiling. Her torso curved outwards, her ribcage fluttering like butterfly wings, and then Alessia

amusement. “A princess and a thief…

eady due. It is my mother who would burn

he covers away while rubbing her eyes vigorously with the heels of he

nt before the princess turned to face the window, streams of l

off again when suddenly, a hand clamped around her ankle

et ready

t,” she grumbled

acked the princess as she moved about the room, pulling open wardrobes and drawing out a dress

mit

church. You kn

ing in his home. He believes I need to experience all the finer

ed at the expression on the girl’s face, her sto

e dress and landed on her.

ing as well. Scratching at a random spot on her belly, she made for the bathroom where her tattered clothes had been hung up to dry. She d

s, she tied them up into a pony

y and grinned at the sight of the shawl in her hand, a sim

swung a leg over the railing before sitting down on it, her smile

om her hair and arched an

ies of late summer. But behind the forest was a darkness that loomed, cold and eternally trapped in the c

er nose. “It reminds me

ards her friend with a tragic expressi

your legs… thy ass cheeks freshly shaven and, uh, smooth as the moon’s surface

ne th

, Alessia commenced her lo

pointed out with the hand that w

had begun boarding up their windows and doors as the sacrificial day approached. It was not just the s

ope made an appearanc

lves and demons, both separated by a realm known as the darkness. Within it, another kingdom thrived: one that was ruled b

gh virginal sacrifices where the Lycan King would choose a breeder to satiate his appetit

rumours that itch

creatures enterin

with splashes of blood but no bodies - an eerie testament to t

ds of actions. The third kingdom had begun the construction of more walls within their

ruiting more soldiers and

r storage, which signified the distancing and isolati

know about the

lifted it to the gray air for inspection, th

n her breast. When she took a bite of the succulent fruit, a burst of

t sure. Father believes that the… beast… wi

or hunched down playing games with stones and chalk. One boy glanced up as they passed by. His b

beautifully shaped dark brows, and long dark lashes. He was even more attractive up close w

t the boy, “She’s

at the princess, who in turn bowed her head as if knocked by a heavy wind. His lips

pting with a swipe. She scowled disdainfully at h

cess has a mouth o

e waste her breat

sweep of his hand through his brown hair, a streak o

majority seemed quite small except for three large ones; they were broad-shouldered and stocky, built like

nst his temple and shoved

rist and using it as leverage to draw both o

lease me,” the smoothness of her tone took on a sharp edge, like a warrior drawing his

an inch taller at five foot six. “Go

eirs, a golden lyre that fluted past her delicate lips. Alessia turned

curled into a small smile, Alessia swore she heard the

atching her wrist from his looseni

gazing after her, eyes dilated longingly. The large boys had broken from the group to join him, bellowing

ce to the autumn sky. “He wouldn

s rose to wave comically at their retreating figures. “The pleasur

even, she noted with some disgu

. Alessia cast her a short look before shifting her attention towards the coloured glass windows depicting different gods. An abun

existence of some supernatural being, the thought of worshipping them -

Moon Gods, the Mountain spirits, the Seven flames… it was all folklore intended to soothe sobbing babies at night an

e were n

lies and a need to c

beings to roam the skies. Criminals. Torturers who subjected sufferin

skin off, and she jumped as a result before whirling aroun

ted smell of incense was on her skin and a new beaded ne

the cross. “What is this?” she asked and used the blade’s edge to lift the dangling nec

it to me. It’s a

ris

he Son

ve had your fix of religion, can we go somewhere and eat? I’m starving.” She paused at the entra

greement and slipped he

ad sprawled herself out in an undignified manner on the mattress wh

ea

e divan, her curls tumbling down to brush against the

th o

t fruit while aiming at the thief’s gaping mouth. Alessia watched the fruit fly, color blurring so fa

it swiftly. Rising with a triumphant grunt, she grabbed a handful of g

one whom the food was intended for. Circe had made a show of conversing and plucking at the fruits but

fat and weight, keep the bird-like bones of h

one

N

a toss of her wrist, she flicked the grapes into the air, one, two and

me ano

rew in a

oth

fi

rincess’ pleased ones. “Mor

nights of thievery and utter boredom. He could toss figs and fruits with the effortless grace of a balleri

her mind, amused by the thief as she glided across th

ano

you s

red a glance at the princess to see her radiant expressi

, thief… incoming i

he floor all around her, rolling off in all directions in a struggle to escape. Circe burst out into laughter, her blue eyes sparkling and cri

r y

ile faded.

sed the fruit to her lips. “Eat,” she said, demanding. Their gazes locked. When the princ

ps surrendered to the invasion and the grape slipped between them seconds

smile as the princess began to eat. “B

ed, a slight hue of red cloud

he pomegranates… two silver

around her wrist, jerking her back. She turned casually, expecting some sort of

touched hers