Chapter 2

Chapter 2

                 As the pack territory slowly passes by, I decide to rest my eyes. Breeders are given an area on the far-west side of the territory where no one will be able to disturb them. That area is patrolled and guarded day and night. It will be a community I call home for however long my stay is, but deep down, I know I can never allow the cottage I will be living in to be my home. A prison, yes, but never my home.

Hope slowly slips away the further I get from the pack house and the closer I get to the cottage where I’ll live for the next chapter of my life. At sixteen, I should be enjoying life as a carefree young adult, not being sentenced to life as a mother. I never wanted to raise pups just yet. I had a career in mind that I worked hard towards each and every day, but now it's all gone.

Sighing, I decide to let the comfort of sleep take over. It would be too painful to keep looking out the window and only cause me to break down in front of the men who are probably fighting amongst each other over who will get to use me first after the Alpha does.

                Sometime later, I feel the car come to a stop, waking me from the brief moments of slumber in my dreadful situation. The Warriors sitting in the front seats hold a soft conversation barely audible to my wolf hearing, but one thing for sure is that they still think I’m fast asleep and are fighting over who will carry me inside. Deciding that pretending to be asleep is a bad idea for my own safety, I open my tired eyes and take in my surroundings as best as I could within the confines of the vehicle. In front of me is a gorgeous grey brick cottage, with a small porch welcoming me to sit and read during the day. The building had a fairytale look with light blue window trim on the front door and roof and a whimsical aura surrounding it; this is definitely a place I would have loved to live in under any other circumstances. The garden surrounding the cottage clearly needs some TLC to bring out its full potential and beauty, but the white picket fence around the lot's perimeter gave the final touches that this place needs to welcome any newly mated pair. Unfortunately, it will be my new prison, with my own prison guards “protecting” me from now on.

The car door slowly opens, and the guards wait on either side for me to get out. I can’t help but sigh in defeat as I climb out of the back seat and step onto the simple dirt driveway. The surrounding area around my new home is the forest I so love to run in. I can’t see any other cottages, only the rise of smoke from many chimneys hidden between the tall trees, a clear sign that this area held a few Breeders. Maybe the guards will let me visit them and allow me out of the cottage for a bit every day if I behave well enough for their approval.

                I know what is expected of me after I arrive at my new home. From the age of eight, every she-wolf has the Breeder rules drilled into their brains if they became one to prepare us for this position. Each new Breeder is given three days to explore the house and design it in a way the Breeder deems suitable for comfortable living, including painting any and all walls, decorating the interior to her preference and performing some landscaping in the front and back gardens. On the fourth day of being in the cottage, the Doctor assigned to take care of all Breeders will come to do a check-up and make sure the Breeder is healthy, with the Alpha in tow. If the Breeder is a virgin, it is the Alpha’s duty to take matters into his own hands by fucking the Breeder as much as he wants on that day. Thank god the Alpha will be using a condom as per the rules since I’ve heard that once a Breeder is selected, the she-wolf’s body will change to accommodate the new role and will be able to fall pregnant very easily. At least, that is what the rumours are. After that, the Breeder is given three days to be pampered and prescribed a dose of medication that they are expected to take to make sure her body is ready to start their new “job.” On the eighth day after arriving, the top mateless Warrior is sent to the cottage and will come every day to fuck her like a cheap whore until she becomes pregnant. This is the new life I have been thrown into without concern for my own well-being. The Warrior who is chosen to breed me will continue this process as my designated partner and continue to make me produce his pups until he finds his mate. Then I will be given a new breeding partner, and the cycle repeats until I birth twenty pups.

Of course, there are exceptions. Warriors who choose to never find their mate are given the chance to pick any Breeder they want whenever they want and are allowed to fuck them as much as they want. They were the ones many she-wolves avoid on a regular day. But, as a Breeder, all I can do is spread my legs and allow them to do as they please without being able to fight against their advances, swallow with a smile and thank them for their time. The sad part about this is once the pups are weaned, they will be taken to wolves that can’t have pups and be raised by these wolves as if they were born to that mated pair. I will never be able to be a mother to my own children.

After fighting back the emotions wanting to surface since being designated as the next Breeder, I fall to my knees. This is real, I am a Breeder, and I will never know my babies once they are taken away from me. I am nothing but a baby-making machine now to this pack. The guards must have felt some form of sympathy for me because they back away and leave me to myself, something I am thankful for even though just moments ago they were fighting about who will fuck me first. My dream of building my career, finding my mate, and raising a family is now lost in oblivion, scattered on the winds of pain that seem to course through my breaking heart. I will never have my freedom ever again.

Soon my cries morph into sobs, wailing until I am left gasping for breath. I want to run far away and escape my fate, but I can’t. I would be caught in a heartbeat and punished. So instead, I dry my eyes as best as I can and stand up, determination pulsating in my veins. I march into the cottage, turn around and stop the guards from entering.

“This is my house now! The only time I have no say in who comes in is when the Alpha or the Warrior who will breed with me comes in. Other than that, you two stay outside.” They growl at my disrespectful behaviour, and I growl back just as loudly. I may have had a moment of weakness earlier, but I’ll be damned if they disrespect me. I may be a Breeder now, but Alpha and Beta blood courses through my body thanks to my parents. No one will take my courage and the status of my bloodline away from me.

Watching the warriors bend to my growl and back away, I give them a triumphant smirk before slamming the door shut. I will allow no one into this place unless it is the Alpha, the Doctor, my breeding partner or someone I trust. Turning around and leaning against the blue door, I notice how dusty the place is and frown. The first thing to be done is cleaning from top to bottom. I refuse to live in a dirty, dusty home. I quickly explore the cottage, finding a large room with cleaning supplies that looked to be a laundry room with a state-of-the-art washer and dryer waiting to be used. The idiots in charge of maintaining the Breeder cottages remembered to stock up on cleaning supplies but forgot to clean the place.

I smile sadly and leave the cleaning supplies where they are to continue exploring the other rooms. The rest of the cottage has a new modern kitchen with a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry, three plain bedrooms, a master bedroom with an ensuite bath, and a small bathroom in the second-floor hallway intended for others to use. I am actually quite shocked to see how big the cottage actually is inside, but sad that there is no basement. It would have been nice to turn the basement into a workout room. Making my way back towards the laundry room, I come to another door just beside the entranceway and peek inside, shocked to find a garage. I guess the wall covered in vines on the outside is actually the garage door. With a smile, I decide to turn this into my home gym. I would need some place to keep me in shape if I am to have multiple children.

Getting to work, I run through the two-story cottage once again, searching through all the closets to find linen, bedspreads, towels, and any other textiles that would need to be cleaned. After a few trips, I soon had everything gathered in the laundry room, sorted into multiple baskets, with a load already in the wash. I had a lot of work to be done.  

With the laundry started, I begin to rush around once more, opening all the windows and the glass door to the backyard to allow fresh air to blow inside while I start cleaning. I knew the clothes I am wearing would be ruined, but I would rather have a clean prison than clean clothes right now. I can always change later when my clothes are sent to me. I hated knowing that I only had three days to clean and prepare my new home. With determination, I make a promise to myself that no matter how late I get to a bed today, I will make sure this place is clean and dust-free. It sucks, but the cleaning must be done.