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VIVIANA

I never thought I'd find a mate. That kind of luck wasn't meant for someone like me. I was just Viv, a wet nurse in a pack who treated me like I was invisible unless they needed something.

The best I ever hoped for was the small freedom I'd found when Prissy, the new Luna, decided I would be her personal wet nurse.

The food got better, and I had more space to move around, but that was it.

I still didn't know why she chose me nine years ago. There were plenty of other women she could've picked: stronger, healthier, and more willing. Women who already had babies and were lactating. I was just a 25-year-old kitchen maid at the time.

But she'd pointed at me and told Alpha Greg she wouldn't have any kids until I could be the wet nurse for her. So, I became a prisoner in a nicer cage.

But only after I was bred relentlessly for months so I would get pregnant. That couple of months still haunted my dreams.

Then came the ball the Hervoux threw, desperate to mate off the Alph