Too Curvy For The Crown
"You shame this pack with every word. Freya Callahan, for disgracing Blackmoor before the crown, I sentence you to breeder status, effective immediately."
The words didn't make sense at first, and then they did, and everything inside me went still.
Breeder. No name, no rights, no choice. A body passed between males until it stopped producing pups. I had seen the breeder females once, gray-faced and empty-eyed behind their barred windows, and I had looked away fast, the way you look away from your own worst nightmare.
"No." I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered. "No, Alpha, please, please..."