Isabella's POV "You're trembling." The breeder handler's voice cut through the fog in my head and I realized my hands were shaking. Actually... my entire body was shaking. "I'm fine," I lied. She snorted. "Sure you are. Every girl says that before her first night with the Alpha." I swallowed hard and stared at the massive oak door in front of me. Alpha Nolan's bedroom. The place where I was supposed to... serve him. Goddess, I hated that word. Serve. Like I was a meal on a silver platter. "Remember," the handler said, gripping my shoulder, "you do exactly what he wants. No complaints. No tears. You're a breeder, Isabella. This is what you were sold for." Right. Sold. Because apparently, I was worth three hundred coins and a promise of protection for my dying aunt. The handler knocked twice and then left without another word. Her footsteps echoed down the hall and I stood there alone... eighteen years old, wearing a thin white nightgown that left nothing to the im
Last Updated : 2025-12-27
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