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Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 291

The weight on my chest refused to recede, the ringing in my ears amplifying with every second that passed.

The Bloodmoon was less than two months away.

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Though in my head I had long begun to calculate the supplies and contingencies, the scale of what lay before me now demanded sharper precision. Food caches, rationing schedules, and water reserves—all of it would be useless without ensuring transport, storage security, and the ability to outlast a siege when and how Silverpine turned their hunger outward.

Weapons. I saw their silhouettes behind my closed eyes—blades, firearms, silver stockpiles, and the reserves of wolfsbane gas that still lay dormant beneath Obsidian Tower. Not enough. Never enough. We’d need to forge more, refine more, and test what could hold against a body maddened by lunar corruption. Every man and woman who could bear arms would need to be outfitted, trained, and drilled until obedience became instinct.

An army. My army. Already stretched thin across the borders, already bloodied from too many months of keeping the factions from splintering. I would need to recall them, consolidate, strip down to the soldiers who could endure night after night without sleep, without faltering. Deltas for the wounded. Shadow units for reconnaissance. But to fight a people who could not be reasoned with, who would rise and feast without distinction meant we would have to kill them before the hunger killed us.

Plans. Layered and merciless. Every possible strike, every breach, every corridor of retreat had to be drafted in duplicate, triplicate. If Obsidian fell, the survivors had to scatter with purpose, not chaos. Safehouses. Transit routes. A network of fallback points to prolong survival by days, hours, even minutes. Time would become the most valuable weapon of all. And it just turned out we didn’t even have it all along.

I might have predicted the war that Darius would wage during the period of the bloodmoon, knowing that he would take advantage of any moment of weakness just like the bloodmoom would pose. Fighting on two fronts would take more than just finesse or planning and I knew Darius to know he would see it precisely as what it was; an opening.

I wanted to smack myself upside the head, because why the hell had I not paid enough attention to the prophecy that was the grinding gears fot the war to come. I refused to see all of its moving parts for what it was; tools for Darius to exploit. Ellen’s ability to ’wield’ the bloodmoon had given her the ability to pull it faster and closer than precedented. Now, the window of time was barely enough to squeeze through.

Eve had already been harvest, though I already knew that she had, still hearing of its details and the degree of exploitation illicitated another wave of pain and dread.

Eve. Her blood. Her body made into a reservoir of survival, her pain bottled and repurposed. Even now, the thought of it made my teeth grind so hard the echo carried into my skull. The strategy would demand her involvement whether I willed it or not. And that—more than the hunger, more than the cataclysm—was the weakness Silverpine would exploit.

And then there were survivors of Darius’ sinister plans and insidious deeds. The civilians rescued from what could only be described as concentration camps. I forced down the lump in my throat. They were Obsidian’s responsibility now. They had to survive what was to come.

I forced the red haze from my vision, only to find Kael watching me. His eyes said he knew exactly where my mind had gone—too far, too violent.

“Breathe, Hades,” he said lowly, a warning disguised as brotherly counsel. “This isn’t a war you win by bleeding early. Save it.”

Save it. As if rage could be rationed like gunpowder.

Ellen was still in front of me, staring blankly, waiting.

I head snapped to Maera who was still trying to collect herself. Smoothing her trembling hands down her uniform. “Commamder have yourself more an alliance,” I walked out of Ellen’s room, and out to her.

Her eyes widened.

“The Eclipse Rebellion and Obsidian…” I extended my hand, the oath tangible in the air. “Not as factions circling their own graves, but as one front. You will fight beside me. And I will fight beside you.”

For the first time since she walked into the room, Maera’s mask cracked. She stood, too fast, and before I could process it, her arms were around me. A soldier’s hug, rough, desperate, clinging like someone who had been holding her breath for years and finally found air.

Her body stiffened as she realized what she had done, and she jerked back, her lips already parting to stammer out apologies.

But I caught her wrist, and drew her back into the embrace.

She saved us, fed our men and pulled Kael from the jaws of death. A hug was nothing. Especially when it was obvious she had been holding herself up by a thread

Cain gasped and laughed a if he had no just learnt that would our deadline had been shortened by more than 70%.

I bent close enough for only her to hear. “I swear on my life, Maera, you will not stand alone. Not in this war. Not ever.”

Her breath hitched and she nodded.

We had to go back home.

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Maera’s hand skimmed the jagged wall, fingers brushing moss-slick stone until she found the concealed ridge. A faint click sounded, and the slab shifted just enough to reveal the backdoor of the Underspine. A cold draft swept through, smelling not of earth but of distance—open air, rain, and the faint tinge of smoke from settlements too far above to see.

“This is it,” she said, her voice steady though her eyes betrayed reluctance. “The front is too dangerous for most of our operations, so we use this.”

The door groaned open and the night beyond stretched like an abyss. Rolling plains under pale, fractured moonlight. In the distance, the faint glow of a city pulsed—neon and floodlamps breaking against the horizon. Roads threaded between towns and farmlands, thin veins of civilization humming faintly with traffic, the occasional echo of an engine carrying across the grass.

I drew in the air. Too open. Too loud. Every step would expose us, and yet this was faster than circling through mountain passes.

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“You’ll have to cut through,” Maera continued. “Fields, suburbs, industrial strips. Keep to the shadows when you can. Even then…” Her mouth pressed into a grim line. “The closer you get to Obsidian, the more watchful Darius’ agents will be. They’ve rooted themselves in every checkpoint. I know that bastard.”

Her words settled like stones in my gut. Obsidian’s borders weren’t just contested—they were riddled with eyes, informants, and opportunists feeding Darius every scrap of movement.

We had escaped his Cauterium but not his pack and he knew that. Security and surveillance would be thorough.

Kael stepped forward, already bracing his shoulders like the weight had been handed to him. “Then we don’t take an army. Not through this. The men are too many.”

My mind had already turned the blade of the thought over and over. Every gamma or Cain’s men we marched across cities and grasslands would paint a target too large to hide. Men could hold Underspine, buy us time, guard the civilians and wounded. They would help Maera and the rest of the Underspines command and defence rescue more civilains while we got things in order from Obsidian pack.

We would send supplies soon to aid with efforts and increase efficiency. We had eaten through some of their supplies and resourses and I planned to pay it back ten fold.

But to reach Obsidian fast enough to fortify before the Bloodmoon’s tide rose? That required something smaller. Faster.

“Cain. Kael.” I looked each in the eye, “You’re with me. The rest will stay and help. I turned to Cain. Let it be known what their responsibility to this place will be. They must not misbehave and watch for anyone who is less than pleased with the arrangment. We don’t need anyone pulling us back, a war is coming.”

Cain gave a low, humorless chuckle, tilting his head and adjusting a now exhausted Sage on his shoulder. She was already dozing.

He left without a word, his boots carrying him toward the mess hall where the men were still eating. His low voice would be enough to set them straight, to make sure no one forgot the weight of their orders.

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She didn’t argue. Maera’s eyes sharpened, though a faint tremor clung to her fingers as she pulled open the folded map. The desk light caught the glossy surface of the printout, every crease like scar tissue.

“This is Silverpine’s eastern stretch.” Her voice was steady, but too steady—the kind of discipline you force over a shaking core. She tapped at the arterial roads marked in bold digital ink. “Darius has eyes here, here, and here. Border towns—surveillance towers, drone sweeps, biometric checkpoints. March an army across, and you’ll light up every scanner before you hit the next ridge.”

Kael leaned forward, but Maera’s hand slammed flat over the map, stopping his line of thought. “Secret routes? Smuggling lanes? I’ve sent people through them before. Some never came back. The lanes collapsed, patrols closed in, whole rescue teams were dragged out in cuffs and executed on camera feeds. One convoy made it three towns deep before they were mauled at a checkpoint—civilians included. Don’t underestimate how quickly he locks jaws once he smells movement.”

The room tightened around her words. The air felt heavier, hotter.

Kael braced his forearm on the table anyway. “Then what’s left?”

Maera’s lips pressed thin. She dragged her finger across a shaded ridge. “This cut here—still breathes, barely. If you move small, three at most, you might slip under the monitoring net. But it runs straight past Halem.”

I narrowed my eyes at the dot. “Civilian density?”

“High,” she said, too quickly. “Factories, dormitories, constant sweeps. They’re not looking for Lycans there, but…” She exhaled, her hand hovering over the map as though afraid to press it again. “Darius knows you’re still in these borders. He’ll double the eyes, flood every choke point, turn even the drains into traps. You blend too hard, you’ll trip alarms. Push too soft, you’ll vanish in the crowd and never re-emerge.”

Kael nodded grimly. “Stealth through the ridge. Blend in Halem. And after?”

Her hand traced the drainage roads west, though her voice carried the weight of futility. “They’re old service paths—civilian trucks, low patrols. But don’t fool yourselves. If Darius predicts this path, he’ll bait it, like he’s baited the rest. If you make it to Obsidian’s southern wall before the Bloodmoon, you’ll have hours, maybe, to brace. If you’re caught… it ends here.”

No one moved. The hum of the air system roared louder than breath.

I leaned into the map, flattening its edges with my palm, burning every ridge, every weakness, into memory. “Then we’ll do what your men couldn’t.”

Kael’s jaw locked. Maera swallowed hard.

My finger hovered over the map’s scarred fold, tracing the ridge she had marked, then dragging west toward the thin line of Obsidian’s wall.

“At full speed,” I said, “three days. Four, if Halem closes her doors and we’re forced to double back. That’s the longest we can afford.”

The weight of my words sank into the room. Maera’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. Kael’s knuckles pressed deeper into the table’s edge.

I exhaled, slow, controlled. “Within the week, I’ll send resources from Obsidian to ease what we’ve eaten through here—food, ammunition, med-tech. More than that, I’ll send the kind of machines that will cut your workload in half.”

I caught the hope and relief Maera’s gaze until she faltered. “But that’s if we live long enough to send anything back. Don’t forget that part. Every move from here until the wall is a gamble—and Darius is the kind of man who rigs the dice before you ever sit at the table.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was taut, humming, like the string of a bow drawn to its limit.

I straightened, tugging the map’s corners tighter under my palms, as though pinning fate itself. “So we don’t stumble. We don’t blink. Three men. Three days. We cut clean.”

In three days I had to be be with Eve and Elliot.

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I couldn’t shift.

The realization dropped like a bomb, leaving my ears ringing, and my vision darkening at the edges. Sweats dripped hot down from my temples, the heat closing in around me until it felt like I was boiling alive.

I glanced at the little bed that Elliot slept on. He was sleep peacefully, his little snoring filling me instinctively with more dread. He was defenseless and I was… useless. I was alone in this and I could shift to protect him from harm.

I looked down at my hands that refused to shift to claws that could save us if things went even more side ways that they already were.

The lights of the training room were bright but the future I saw before us had ever been more dark. I bit back back the tears, and the sob clawing it’s way up my throat. If I broke down now, I would never recover.

Hades’ absence was already a weight on my chest; breathing had never been so hard without him. But this…

This was worse.

That horrible creeping feeling of helplessness that had been my perpetual company for five years had returned with a vengeance.

Why now? Why fucking now? I wanted scream, yell until all the gods in patheon will have no choice but to answer to my cries.

>”Eve, listen…”

But even her calming voice was drowned out by my panic and the chaos churning within.

The council had turned their backs, Montegue almost died, Lincinda had been compromised and nothing was working to permanently to bring her back.

Kael had been maimed and taken, Hades had not returned from the rescue even after three days.

“The hell am I suppose to do?” The words poured out of me in a growl that was a half sob, too raw to recognise as my voice.

Guilt tampered the encroaching madness as Elliot flinched in his sleep.

Would he have to flinch his whole life, would he never have a moment of peace?

I got back on my feet, my squaring shoulders as took stance. My muscles coiled with tension as I stared down the faceless dummy. Even now, I saw grey eyes staring back at me, that fanged smile, dark hair and a presence bigger than anything in my life. My husband.

And then the features I saw morphed into the the face of the bastard responsible. Dark low brows above cruel eyes that wanted nothing but to witness utter agony of innocent people for reasons I, to this fucking day could not wrap my mind around.

I gritted my teeth as I recalled my training and swung, my legs swiping hard at the its fade. He tilted back lower that it had ever done before become bouncing back to take its original positin.

Like I had done for maybe two hours straight, I proceeded to dump all my nervous energy and frustration on it.

I had the strength, I felt no pain, it all came like instinct. My anxiety rose slowly and steady like a cresendo.

One hit, two hit, three hits.

And then it erupted as I swung harder letting all the chaos fill my veins, I felt my muscles, manipulate my motion, my fist swiped across the dummy’s face with a crack that fragmented the silence in the sir.

The dummy lose its head, and it went flying in one direction I didn’t bother following.

I didn’t stop, I swung my leg at the long sturdy cylindrical body with an arch and that too went flying.

Yet, I felt nothing. My heart was a pounding drum in my chest. Breathing was painful.

It was not until I fell over and heard Elliot.

“Mummy?”

I whipped my head in his direction, my heart lurching when I saw him in the arms of…

“Montegue…” I whispered, my voice so hoarse it was like shrapnel through my throat. Relief filled me as tried to move towards him, only to find that I couldn’t.

His skin was still colourless, like death, the skin of his face was pulled taut over his bones. “Eve, don’t move.” His voice came in a weak horrified with mutter.

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It was only then that I looked down; my ankle was twisted so far back, my foot had flipped, the bone of my arm was poking out of my elbow, dripping blood from the open wound.

Absentmindedly, I rotated my foot to its normal position and pushed the bones back place without so much as a wince. Wiping my blood on my garments I rose and limped to them, knowing the wounds would be closing by now. Theses were not my first injuries since I started trying to get myself prepared for what ever would come.

“Mummy is okay, darling,” I whispered, wiping his tears away and kissing him. “I am okay.”

His lips trembled, green eyed holding mine hoping I was not lying. “You promise.”

“Always,” I whispered, rubbing my nose against his. “I will always be okay for you.”

I turned to Montegue, a smile tugging at my lips at the sight of him.

“You look like hell, my lady,” he said like he didn’t look worse.

“Could say the same for you,” I murmured as I pulled him for my a gentle embrace.

He chucked, only to hack a cough

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I reached out and rubbed his back, worry coming anew. “It’s much too early to be walking about,”

He beat his chest, “My heart is had strong as a bull’s,” then coughed again. “Dion is keeping me up right now.”

Though he tried to keep bright expression, I could see the worry and dread flickering behind his eyes. The fear that he tried to hide from me. “I am sorry for letting you down like that. Being another problem you had to solve.”

I smiled for his sake even though that faded just as fast as my hope. “Never and I mean never even think that. I am just glad you are alright but need to be on bed rest.”

I tried to angle him towards the exit but he resisted, his eyes never leaving. In them was a question that I didn’t want to answer. “You looked extremely frustrated there.” His eyes darting to what remained of the poor dummy. They narrowed and refused to meet his gaze. “Eve… can’t you shift?”

My eyes snapped to him because of how quickly he figured it out. “How…”

“It’s because of Hades,” he said, expression falling.

“I miss him, more than you know. I am worried, extremely. But this feels worse than that. I can’t even start the process, it like I am completely blocked out of shifting. But I can heal myself and I can communicate with Rhea.”

He shook his head, his face etched with dread. “It’s not just Hades. It’s the bond of the Fenrir’s chain, you have with him.”

I blinked.

“Both of you have been separated for too long. The chain is blocking you from shifting unless you two are in the same vicinity.”

The information dropped like a boulder, the ringing in ears amplifying. “Can he shift?”

There was no uncertainty in his voice as he spoke. “He can’t”

The wind of knocked out of me, and felt myself go faint. “How will he get back home?”

The room buzzed with the murmur of planning for the journey back, tension heating the air and beading sweat onto the maps. Content originally comes from find⁂novel.net

Maera listened, offering insights and better strategies with her knowledge of the terrain.

But as my head churned with plots for a successful escape, my skin prickled with anticipation and dread in equal measure. Eve’s face seemed to dance in my vision. Elliot’s voice rang in my ear.

I wiped sweat from my face, swallowing thickly. My vision tunneled slightly, and a hand on my shoulder pulled me back.

I turned to Kael. His face was a mask of worry. “Hades?” My name was a question.

I nodded, even as my vision doubled. “I am fine,” I lied.

Cain ruffled my hair, his brow quirked in question. “You have to tell us if something is wrong. We have to be prepared if we’re going to attempt an escape like this.” He tried to keep his voice casually sarcastic like normal, but it sounded forced.

He balanced Sage in his arms, rocking her gently.

I smiled at him. “You are not my dad—mind your daughter,” I joked, attempting to lighten the weight of worry.

His eyes widened, blood draining from his face. “Did Eve tell you…” His words died on his lips as he noticed my confused expression. His lips pressed into a hard line.

It was our turn to question what he could be hiding. “Cain?” Kael’s voice was high, his anxiety palpable.

Cain continued rocking Sage, rubbing her back as she stirred in her sleep. He shrugged us off. “This is not the time. If we survive this, I will tell you everything.” His gaze was evasive.

Kael and I exchanged a look and made a decision. “Alright.”

Cain let out a breath of relief. “So, are we talking the Wild Witch of the West?” he asked.

Maera spoke now. “Ellen Valmont?”

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“Yes. From what I saw, Darius will not leave a pebble unturned to get his little Blood Moon wielder, and the last thing we need is him finding her and cutting our time window even shorter.”

“Well, I see where you’re coming from, but it’s better she stays here, with the risk of discovery only if they somehow find this place, rather than us taking her out and increasing the danger exponentially.”

Kael nodded. “Agreed. We can’t increase the risk. She’s better off here, under Maera’s watch.” He gestured to the scarred commander.

“I agree as well. It makes more sense.”

Cain tilted his head in thought. “Therefore, it will be the three of us leaving in the next hour—before it strikes midnight—so we can use the cover of darkness to the fullest before we’ll have to hide when day breaks.”

I forced myself to nod, though my skin prickled with unease. This was a gamble. All I could see was Eve’s face if I failed. “That is the plan.” I took a gulp of air. “Let’s go.”

—

The back door of the Underspines opened in a yawn, the cold air of the outside hitting me again. I didn’t know how it was possible, but even where I stood thousands of miles away from home, I could smell Obsidian. Eve: lavender and honey. Elliot: green eyes filled with hope and a smile that reached them.

For a moment, I lost myself in the possibility of getting home in one piece instead of getting picked off by a king and his men.

“Hades?” Kael pulled me out of my reverie.

I turned around to see we were no longer alone.

About a hundred people—fugitives—stood before us. Their faces unreadable as the tension heightened.

It was Cain, Kael, and I facing the multitude.

The cold air bit deeper as silence stretched between us and the crowd. The fugitives’ eyes shimmered in the torchlight—eyes that carried years of loss, exile, and fear. Mothers pressed children against their skirts, men held their families close, and yet… none turned away.

An older man stepped forward, his weathered hands trembling as he removed a wolf-shaped pendant from his neck. He pressed it into Kael’s palm, bowing low. “May the Blood Moon pass without devouring you, and may the old gods remember mercy.”

Kael froze, his throat tight, unable to respond.

Then a woman holding an infant lifted her voice, soft but steady: “We wish you safe journey, Alpha. Prove us wrong about your kind… prove that Lycans are not only ruin.”

The words rippled through the assembly, some nodding, others whispering prayers.

Cain shifted uneasily, his usual smirk absent. For once, he had no quip to offer. Sage stirred in his arms, whimpering as if she too felt the weight of a hundred hopes pressing down on us.

I swallowed hard. For all the nights I had endured alone, drowning in grief and vengeance, this was different. This wasn’t just survival anymore. These people weren’t pawns in a rebellion—they were witnesses. If we failed, their blood would be on my hands.

“Thank you for your faith in us,” I whispered against the lump in my throat.

They nodded hesitantly, warily, as Kael wore the pendant.

They all began to back away.

Cain looked down at the small bundle in his arms. Sage stirred, soft lips smacking in half-sleep, oblivious to the storm around her. His thumb brushed her cheek once—tender, lingering—before he exhaled and turned to Maera.

“Take care of her,” he said gruffly, but the edge of command in his tone faltered into something more fragile. “Please.”

Maera accepted the child with both hands, her scarred face softening only a fraction as she cradled Sage against her chest.

Cain straightened, rolled his shoulders, and then the familiar sound of bones shifting and sinew tearing filled the air. His body contorted, his arms bowing as fur sprouted in silver streaks along his frame. The wolf that emerged was massive, scar-slashed, its breath steaming in the torchlight. He shook once, claws scraping the ground, before raising his muzzle to scent the air.

Kael had shifted already, though slower, his wolf limping for half a heartbeat before it steadied. He shook out his fur with a low growl, tail lashing, before his keen eyes found me. His hackles lifted slightly.

“There’s wolfsbane in your system still,” I said. “I can smell it burning off you.”

Kael’s wolf snorted, an unamused sound, as if to say he already knew. But the edge of his stance was tighter, less confident.

I drew in a breath, forcing myself to focus. The air here was raw with cold, the sky overhead a sheet of black ink studded with stars. This was my moment to let the beast loose, to join them,

I pushed.

But nothing happened.

The shift did not come.