The Runaway Breeder Page 2
The two Warriors’ stoic faces soon fill with a smirk as their eyes scan me from head to toe. The dark toned wolf with dreadlocks winks at me as his eyes holds a trace of lust barely visible in his chocolate coloured gaze and I just know he will want to take his go at me first. His partner reaches out to grab my left arm as the dreadlock guy takes my right, the grip tight enough to remind me that escape is futile as they will hunt me down. Whispers and sympathetic gazes are sent my way as the two Warriors lead me out of the building, Some she-wolves exclaim their look in not being chosen, others wish me good luck even though I feel far from lucky. I can see some holding their phones, ready to capture a sobbing breakdown that follows each year a new Breeder is chosen, but I refuse to give these wolves the satisfaction of a good show and instead keep my head held high, my gaze forward and take each step towards the door with as much dignity as I can. Never show weakness when forced into an unfavourable situation, that’s what my father used to tell me as a child.
Everyone knows what will happen after you are assigned as Breeder. You will be whisked away from your family and forced to stay in a cottage guarded day and night only able to garden in the medium size yard given to you. But the truth is you are nothing but the slave to the warriors assigned to breed you. You will welcome an unknown male into your home, lead him to the bed you sleep in each night and spread your legs whether you want to or not. You will spend the next six months carefully observed like a rat in a lab as you carry the pup inside you to a healthy delivery, and you will repeat the process a few months later, never given a say on who will breed you. You are nothing to the pack even after gaining your freedom when the twentieth pup is born; and this is the life I will be living now.
The doors to the pack house closes, the pack meeting will proceed as usual now that a new breeder is chosen and this is when reality begins to sink. I feel numb, my mind still wrapping around my new role as the men lead me to a black car. The doors are open, waiting to close me inside and whisk me away from the life I know but no one forces me into the vehicle. In moments Chris and Jack will be informed of my position, they will rush from whatever it is they are doing with the prodding eyes of their friends questions what is wrong before finding me where each Breeder waits for their final words with loved ones. Only a few minutes will be allotted to us and then I’ll be taken away where no one will be able to see me for the next twenty or so years.
Knowing Chris and his obsession wit time, they will be here in three.
Two.
One.
Que a sobbing Chris.
“Laina, are you okay?” Chris’s voice fills my ears the moment his arms hold me in a tight hug. I watch as the guards walk away to give us privacy, far enough to not hear a thing but close enough to chase after me if I decide to run. Since this is my last free moment as a regular pack member, the guards are not allowed to listen in, its like they are giving a prisoner on death row their last meal before taking them to the chair that will end their lives. A few minutes of silence fall between us, Chris sobbing into my shoulder as Jack sends me a grimace of a smile. We all know the situation is dire.
“I...I don’t know what to do.” I whisper, feeling Jack wipe away stray tears that had fallen from my eyes.
“What you do is behave, wait for a free moment and run. Run towards the old tree house, look for something pink, grab it and keep running.” I do not understand what Chris has said, my fuzzy mind unable to comprehend his words before I am ripped away from my best friend and pushed into the car, the door slamming in my face and the engine coming to life.
I watch in the review mirror as my life fades away from me, the tears now flowing freely.
All I can think of is this how Katniss felt when she was whisked away from her family in District Twelve in The Hunger Games?
Chapter 2
As the pack territory slowly passes by I decide to rest my eyes. Breeders are given an area on the far west of the territory where no one will be able to disturb them that is guarded day and night with patrols. 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 home. A prison, yes, but never my home. Hope slowly slips out of my grasp the further away I am from the pack house and the closer I get to the cottage that will be where I will live for the next few years of my life. At six-teen I should be enjoying life as a care free 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 for each and every day, but now its all gone. Sighing I decide to let the comfort of sleep take over, it will be too painful to continue watching out the window and will only cause me to breakdown in front of the men who are probably fighting 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 moment of slumber that covers my dreadful situation. The warriors siting in the front hold a soft conversation barely audible to my wolf hearing but one thing for sure is that they are convinced that I am still deep asleep and that they are fighting over who will carry me in. 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, a small porch welcoming me to sit and read during the day. Light blue widows trim, front door and roof give the cottage a fairy-tale look; something I would have loved to live in under any other circumstances. The garden needs some work and care done to bring out its full potential and beauty but the white picket fence that seems to run around the perimeter gave the final touches this place needs to welcome in any new mated pair. It will be my new prison with my own prison guards “protecting” me from now on. Slowly the door to the car is opened and the guards wait on either side for me to get out. I can’t help but sigh in defeat while I climb out of the back seat and step onto the simple drive way. The surrounding area around my new home is the forest I so love to run in. I can’t see any other cottages but the rise of smoke from many chimneys hidden between the tall trees informs me that this area held a few Breeders. Maybe the guards guarding me 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 arrival to my new home. Every female wolf is drilled the Breeder rules in case they became one since age eight to prepare us for this position. Each new Breeder is given three days to explore the house and design it the way the Breeder deems suitable for living in including painting any and all walls, decorating the interior to the Breeder's 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 and the Alpha will come to do a check up and make sure the Breeder is healthy. If the Breeder is a virgin it is the Alpha’s duty to take measure 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 as I hear that once a Breeder is selected, that she-wolf’s body will change to accommodate this new role and will be able to get pregnant easily. At least that is what the rumors are. After that the Breeder is giving three days to be pampered and given 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 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 will continue to make me produce his pups until this warrior 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 chose to never find their mate is 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 avo
id 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 babies. After so long in fighting back the emotions that have wanted to show themselves since being designated as the next Breeder, I fall to my knees, realizing that this is real, that I am a Breeder and that 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 some form of sympathy for me because they back away and leave me to myself, something I am thankful for even though just moment ago they were fighting on who will fuck me first. My dream of building my career, finding my mate and raising a family is now gone into oblivion, scattered on the winds of pain that seems to course through my breaking heart. I would never have my freedom ever again.
Soon my cries became sobs until I am left gasping for breath. I want to run far away and escape my fate but I couldn’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 filling me while I march into the cottage, turning around and stopping 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 loud. I may have had a moment of weakness earlier but I will be dammed 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 status of my blood line 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 or 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 that has cleaning supplies and 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 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 finding an unused state of the art kitchen with a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry, three plain bed rooms, a master bed room with a master bath, and a small bath room 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 be 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 entry way and peer 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 cloth and clothing that would need to be clean. It took a couple of trips but soon I have everything in my laundry room sorted into multiple baskets with a load already being washed. I had a lot of work to be done.
With the laundry being done I begin to rush around once more, opening all the windows, and the glass door to the back yard 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 today no matter how late I get to bed I would make sure this place is clean and dust free it sucks, but the cleaning had to be done.
Chapter 3
I look at my handy work in the kitchen. This is the last room that has to be cleaned and all the dishes are now done and stored away in the cupboards nice and neatly. It has been an exhausting day from being designated as the new Breeder, to my small breakdown outside and finally to having to clean a full cottage all by my-self. I should have made a stupid guard help me clean since their job is to basically keep me locked in this property but the thought of one of the wolves outside stepping into a space that is designated as mine causes anger to swell inside me at this unjust situation. I lean against the marble counter, a glass of red wine from the bottle I found in the pantry in my grasp while I take a sip and turn to look at the time on the microwave - ten o'clock a night. I know that a six-teen I am three years underage to legally drink in Canada but fuck it, I really need something strong after the day I have had and Chris always limited me to one glass of wine at functions so the alcohol has little effect on me. Suddenly something vibrates against my leg, causing me to jump and nearly choke on my drink. Remembering that I had stashed my cellphone into the pocket of my skirt earlier this morning, I place the glass on the counter and proceed to take the device out. My screen flashes with a picture of me and my best friend Abby and a small smile plays on my lips as I slide my finger across the screen to answer her incoming call.
“Hey Ab-“ I begin, heading upstairs as she cuts my greeting off.
“Is it true? Are you the newest breeder?” I wince at her words and sigh – something I’ve been doing all day- telling her to give me a moment as there are guards outside my cottage. Heading towards my room –the master bedroom – I make my way towards the master bath and turn on the shower letting the running water mask our conversation.
“Yeah, it’s true sadly.” I reply after a while, sliding down the wall to sit on the cold tiled floor.
“We have to save you!” My best friend states worry evident in her voice causing tears to pool in my blue eyes and escape down my cheeks.
“You can’t do anything. Think about your mate he is the Beta here and if Alpha Sam finds out you tried to free me imagine what would happen.” My voice cracks as I begin to sob again for the second time today. I make a quick decision and tell my best friend all my fears and worries about my new position. How I wish I wasn't chosen at all as a Breeder and how I wish I had met my mate before today as mated females are safe from becoming a Breeder. By the end of my sobbing rant I feel better with a clearer mind; talking to a friend really helps.
“I know I am allowed to come see you tomorrow to help get the house decorated so I will bring you some essentials, what do you want?” Abby says quietly trying to distract me from the current situation. I smile and let out a chuckle at her antic. As the Beta Female and surrogate Luna of this pack my friend has a say in what happens with the new Breeder and it is her job to help the Breeder settle in on the second day. I somehow got lucky with Abby being my best friend and growing up together as children even if she is three years older than me.
“As much clothes as you can grab from my closet, lots of chocolate to help my emotional unstable mind right now and my phone charger please. Talk to my cousin and his mate about stuff to bring me.” I say, glad that my friend’s status allows her to visit me whenever she wants.
“Okay, tomorrow I will see you then.” She reassures me as we say our good nights and end our call. I turn off all sound to my phone not wanting the guards taking the device away from me in case I need to reach Chris or Jack in an emergency and turn off the shower now. With silence resuming I think of a hiding spot in my room where no one will find my cellphone and a grin spreads across my face as I leave the bathroom and make my way towards a night stand that is situated beside the bed and pull open the top drawer. What looks to be a simple empty drawer actually holds a pleasant surprise of a false bottom that I had discovered
in my mad cleaning dash. It was something I guess the previous Breeder had created using a piece of wood that matched the nightstand to create a false bottom to the drawer as she had left a leather notebook of what I assume is a biography or a note for the next Breeder that now sits on the nightstand. It will be something I plan to read later to see just how the Breeder who once resided here lived daily. Hopefully, this book could give me details on how to survive and what I could do to make my life less miserable as a Breeder. Once my cellphone is secured in its hiding spot I look to the leather notebook and debate on whether I should read it or not. Curiosity wins out with my hand grasping the leather note book and I sit on the middle of the bed taking the time to read what my predecessor wrote. I decide that reading the information in one sitting is a bad idea and focus on the first few pages; finding that this notebook is a diary. My focus is captivated by the first entry and how twenty years ago she was forced to become a Breeder and what transpired on that day. My heart breaks for this she-wolf who remains nameless in her entry as she goes on about being immediately dragged away to the cottage without a good bye to her family, how she was thrown into this cottage that was completely empty compared to what it is now - save for a bed - and how this she-wolf spent her night cold and lonely. I felt better knowing that the treatment this she-wolf went through is different from what I went through today. At least I had some food in the fridge and that there is some form of furniture and bedding for me to use even if the other rooms were empty.
Taking the time to read the next entry my eyes widen in horror that instead of a few days setting into her new role that the breeding process started the next morning. She had lost all her rights of a regular wolf right away. The horror of being woken by the Alpha and another Warrior in the morning and how she was raped causes my heart to drop. There was neither courtesy that we experience now nor any humane treatment. Placing the leather book down I take a deep breath and re-evaluate my situation. I could settle into my new role knowing I have a few days to take everything in and focus on any plan I could or I could fight back and possibly be injured. I decided a shower would do me well with the new information from the diary and make my way to the bathroom, turn the shower on and undressed while the water comes to a temperature I prefer. Stepping into the spray of warm water I allow my thoughts to circulate with the rules I was told of being a Breeder, what the next few days will be like for me as well as the two entries from the Diary. If I want to survive I will have to be obedient as a Breeder for now and do what I am told. Accepting my fate I pick up the loofa and scrub away the grime from cleaning off of my body. My mind wanders to the thought of what to do with this cottage as I think of what to do with the other rooms since I have no choice but to perform this role as the packs Breeder. Since I would need a nursery for the many new born I will be forced to have and a room for any toddlers I would have to decorate those rooms first. The time ticks by and I force myself to stop thinking. Anything that needs to be done can be dealt with tomorrow.