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"Or he might offer to take you off their hands. Claim he could give you a 'proper' pack position." Elara's hands clenched. "He thinks I'm tradeable?" "He thinks you're a prize." Helena's voice was flat. "And he's not the only one. Alpha Marcus from the southern territories has been known to collect powerful females for his harem. Alpha Victoria might see you as a potential alliance through marriage to one of her sons. Every unmated Alpha there will be assessing whether you're worth trying to steal." "I'm mated to three Alpha Kings," Elara said, her voice hard. "There's no 'stealing' me."

An Alpha. Finally free.

“You are?” I asked again. “The Alpha King's best friend, Astra," she introduced with a smile, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. “Oh.” I pressed my lips together. Why did I think she was his lover? The Alpha King and I were not in love. We were only getting married because he needed an heir, and Dad had pulled some strings. Could it be possible that he had another woman? Her, perhaps? “The dress looks good on you,” she complimented.

Ten months and a pup, and after that I would be free. Yes, I thought, I was finally ready to be a breeder… Alpha Kieran’s breeder!

"Unfortunately, even after King Darius banned them and removed as many and all the ones he could find, they still exist in some packs and territories. The ones that have them are ones who either want to boast their pack numbers quickly, but that is normally in the preparation for war. Most of the time, it is more that they want to make money on the pups that are born. You will find a lot of Alphas that have a breeding camp, have at least one of each. So they would have a breeding camp that supplies their slave, sex and fighting camps as well as the main pack of the territory." At my explanation, I got 5 low threatening growls and smiled.

"‍I don't want authority. I want my​ father." "I kno‍w. And​ I'm sorr⁠y I t‌ook t​h​at from y⁠ou." Daxen ste⁠pped forw‌ard. "There's somethin‌g⁠ else you n⁠eed‍ to kn​ow‍. We've​ been li​ving in isolation⁠ because‌ of the c‌urse. But we're Alpha⁠s of a pack. 500 wo‍lves who haven't seen u⁠s in m‍onths.⁠ Tomorrow we tak‌e you home​. To them. They don't k‌now abo‍ut you ye‍t. An‍d some of them won't be happy we‌ c​hose an outsider‍.‌"

Of Which Pack? I thought and stayed silent when they continued their conversation. "That's why Alpha I suggested you get the heir through Surrogacy but_" "These are bullshits! None of these she-wolves are capable enough to carry my heir!" He roared in a cold tone at the other guy, which I guess is his Beta. Suddenly they both turned silent before his Beta again said, "Yes, Alpha Ramos. I know it's a little strange but your sp*rm can not be paired with the egg of whose she-wolves I got for you. The doctor tried a lot of times but...it didn't work."

“—Seven female omegas, unmarked, unclaimed, between the ages of 19 and 23. Registered under the breeder clause for repopulation purposes.” The word hit me like a whip across the back. “Breeders?” I echoed. Quiet. Dangerous. Danil paused. “Yes, Alpha.” My body moved before my thoughts caught up. In a flash of air, I crossed the room with my wolf speed, grabbed the front of Danil’s shirt and slammed him against the wall so hard the portraits rattled off their nails. He choked out a breath, stunned. His eyes widened as I pressed him into the stone, my grip vice-like, my eyes burning.

“Always trying to act like the world isn’t fair. What’s so bad about getting married to Alpha Graham? What’s so wrong about being his breeder?” “What?!” “You didn’t know?” She laughed. “Read the fucking contract. After all, that’s what omegas are for. For an Alpha’s pleasure.” My hands shook as I flipped through the pages. Then I saw the words boldly written on the very first page. Marriage contract between Alpha Graham Hayes and his breeder, Ciara Norman. My world tilted.

Only one thought consumed his mind: he wanted me to take him home and lock him up, and he wanted to cover me in his scent. He could not even remember who Lucas was right now. He did not want to be bothered while he was looking at his mate. Lucas was in despair. His Alpha King had gone offline. He looked at me, Vivian Sterling, the legendary heiress whose only personality trait was being filthy rich. If his Alpha King fell into my hands as a plaything, it would be a disgrace to the entire kingdom. "$500 million once!" the auctioneer shouted excitedly. He could not wait any longer.