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What was that for? Did this damn warrior fall for my breeder?

Lyra whooped heavily with my mother too but i just sat there staring at them in confusion. I knew how the world works. Enough to know that it cost my father something. And to confirm my thoughts, the father cleared his throat, “In return for that…i will have to give one of my daughters to become the alpha’s uhm…mistress.” My heart fell immediately when his gaze shifted to me. No, no no he cannot do this. “The Silver Fang pack has offered more than half a billion dollars for you Xenia, and we accepted the offer. As from now you are their Alpha’s mistress.”

“Sorry, I don't understand.” I answered, feeling really puzzled by his words. I didn't understand what a breeder was. “What is a breeder?” Ulric sighed, but not as if running out of patience, but more as in ‘ok, let me explain it’. “Breeder is like a surrogate. Do you get it now?" I shook my head from one side to the other. “You're going to give each of the three of us a baby. You will bear the heirs of our packs. The next Alphas.”

It didn't seem normal to me, he could have forced me. "I told him to stop and he did. I told him I he can't force me to become his breeder." I explained, feeling that sense of pride which I knew could eventually lead to tears. "And he left you just like that? That's a wow. If someone else had told me this, I wouldn't have believed it. It does seem that man has a good heart." Meemaw said as she stood up from the bed, heading towards the table at the doorway. "I was preparing this tea for you, you would love it." She said while she approached me with the tea tray her hands steady as she carefully poured the aromatic liquid into a cup. She handed it to me.

Nevertheless, she managed a smile, "My Lord, I brought you tea." "Thank you," Ragnar grumbled. She nodded, proceeding to go ahead and drop the tray on the bedside table. As she did so, she made sure she took her time with it, bending down in a slow and seductive way. She was wearing a black lingerie and a long robe that barely covered anything. So when she bent down to drop the tray, majority of her breasts were purposely on full display. As she straightened, she had on a sultry snile. "I saw you leave the throne room angrily and decided that maybe some tea would soothe your nerves. It's my mother's special recipe."

" I asked again, wondering why she was silent. The maid's expression softened as she said in a low tone, "You are to be the Alpha's breeder, my lady. It is your duty to bear his pups and ensure the continuation of his bloodline." I felt sick to my stomach at the thought. I knew what being a breeder entails and I know it's something no one would ever wish for. Who would become a baby making machine for the rest of their lives? I had never wanted this life, had never even considered the possibility of being a breeder. But now I was trapped, at the mercy of a cold hearted Alpha.

Breeders were never meant to stay with the pack they were born into, but that didn't mean they were eventually to be sold like cattle. Becoming a breeder for another pack was supposed to be honorable, but this letter treats it as anything but. And whoever is responding to it is clearly just as callous, because the next letter is an original from whomever it was who eventually took Gabriela. The elegant and loopy handwriting is a little hard to read, but it states that the "condition" of the breeder will be overlooked as long as the price is cut in half, which Storm clearly ended up agreeing to.

Whatever had happened, it had changed him. It made Cade’s blood boil. Still, he didn’t shout. Didn’t press. That wouldn’t help. Instead, he came up with an idea. “What if we trained someone?” he’d said. “She’d learn to stay completely still. Obedient. No surprises. And willing to get pregnant straight away.” Beckett had looked skeptical. “Technically that might work,” he said slowly. “But I don’t know if I could do it.”

“A while back, I got a breeder—” “Breeder number what?” I asked him. It was a method of identification he once used the close time when we were having some random discussion. He looked glad for a bit then replied, “Breeder number two. She was from a little pack that was troubled by savages. After helping them defeat their attackers, the alpha gave away one of the daughters of his breeders as mine. It was great, you know. She was the first breeder I didn’t personally go in search of, rather she was kind of given to me as a thank you and all.”

Conceive… pregnant… child… All the words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder meant. No wonder they were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to be the next Alpha of the Drogomor pack needed to have the most powerful combination of bloodlines—ideally Alpha blood from both of his parents. But a breeder was just a tool—used once, and then thrown away. No Alphas would allow their beloved daughter to be treated that way... except my own father. "Vicky, that's enough!" Talon's sudden low, rebuke brought me back to my senses.