A Breeder for The Big Bad Wolf
Her heart started beating like a trapped bird.
She looked back at the closed pack gates, then at the two massive male wolves in front of her. She thought about running into the forest, but she knew she was no match for them. Her body was broken, her muscles were weak from the whipping, and they were fully grown alpha-level rogues. They would catch her within two steps.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged out," the scar-faced rogue said, looking her up and down with a nasty smile. "We were waiting for our gold, princess. But it looks like you’ve had a very bad night."
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