All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha’s Breeder : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Verania The uniformed men dragged me back to the main room and continued onward, not stopping until they reached the door. Shock rendered me unable to move. I was taken outside, to the biting cold, and only snapped out of my paralysis when I saw the cars parked out front. They were huge and resembled tanks—I doubted that bullets would shatter the windows. "Let go of me!" I argued before shaking my body once more. It was all pointless. They opened the door, shoved me in the backseat, then slammed the door right in my face. There was no lock on the inside. I couldn't find one. It didn't take long for Alpha Rasmon to walk out with Madame Freya by his side. She was holding my rucksack, which she handed to one of the men in uniform. When did I drop it? I couldn't even remember. The sight of him—all tall and imposing—scared the living hell out of me. I'd never met this man personally, but I knew him by reputation like everyone else. He was known as The Cruel Alpha and was allegedly t

VeraniaWhen I saw the boy running toward him, I immediately felt scared. I was too far away to hear their conversation and genuinely feared for the boy's life. But then I saw how the Cruel Alpha held him and how broadly the child smiled. That was when I knew that he wasn't being mistreated. Sad children rarely smiled. I experienced that first-hand.I automatically assumed the boy was his son. The way the boy looked at him suggested that the Alpha was a parental figure for him. I would say the boy was around ten years old. Considering Alpha Rasmon appeared to be around twenty-eight, it made sense. At least he wasn't a monster to his own son. That didn't mean he wasn't cruel, though. I left my position from the window and headed toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. I tried to open the door and of course, it didn't budge. I tried random combinations on the keypad and it didn't work either. The window seemed to be bulletproof. It was

Rasmon As soon as Aunt Verona entered my office, I faced her fully and glared at her. “Don’t look at me like that,” she sighed as she sat on the empty chair across from me, almost like she was exhausted. Reaching for a cigarette, she added, “Your breeder is back in her room. Locked, of course. I made sure of it.”“Why would you do that?” I questioned. “I asked you not to intervene, Aunt. You’ll give that slave the wrong impression of me. That will never happen again, do you understand me!?”“Rasmon, you might be the Alpha of this pack, but you don’t give me orders. I won’t take it. You forget who took care of you all these years. I’m practically your mother. I raised you.”“Mother or not, you can’t disrespect me, much less before the staff!”“Agatha will never mention what happened in the kitchen. If she does, she’ll have her head cut off. They all know the rules. What we should be addressing here is your inability to listen and rationalize.”I scoffed and stared at her in disbelief