A Breeder for the triplets

The Pantry

I tried to keep to the shadows and the kitchen after that brief exchange. My face feels hot and my body is flushed. Slick starts pooling in my knickers as I try to focus on scrubbing the pans in the soapy water.

"Hey Eden," calls Graham, one of the chefs. "We need more sugar from the store room, can you grab some?" I sigh as I rinse and dry my hands. Maybe the cold dry air of the store room will help me cool down. The house has a few pantries and store rooms that help sustain the living animal that is this large mansion. The sugar, flour and dry goods have to be kept in a temperature controlled room with two doors, an atrium separating them to keep rodents and pests out. The large bags of sugar are heavy, but I can manage one by myself.

As I pad down the stone corridor, I tear off the scarf that covers my head, my long auburn curls tumble down my back. I lean against the frigid stone walls and breathe for a minute, using my scarf to wipe the sheen of sweat from my neck and chest. My lower abdomen feels sore, like someone is reaching in and squeezing me from the inside. I hope I'm not coming down with something. I can't afford to be ill, not now. I hear a noise off to my right and I hurry to complete my task. I don't want to be caught slacking. I get the feeling someone is watching me, I turn around to the left and right and glance behind me. All I can hear is the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears and my breath coming in short pants. I shake my head, I must have imagined things.

I reach the dry goods pantry and swing open the first door. The whole kitchen and store rooms are in the basement of the house and to be honest, I feel at home here. I cross the atrium, the tiles blessedly cool underneath my feet. The second door is heavy, and I twist the handle and go inside. I've got the sugar bag and turn to leave when I notice the door is slightly ajar. I'm sure I closed it. A hand suddenly grabs me from behind, silencing my scream with a large hand over my mouth. He smells like tobacco and sweat. I start to struggle in earnest, but it isn't doing any good against the rock of a man behind me.

"Mmmm, you smell so good little one, it's going to be hard to resist you before I have to hand you over. Maybe they won't mind if I have a little taste first," he growls into my neck as he licks my damp flesh. I feel sick at the thought of his hands on me let alone anything else. Who the f**k are they? The triplets? Or someone else... I carry on struggling as much as I can but he has me in such a grip all I succeed in doing is loosening my clothes. Finally I sag against him and he carries me out of the store room. There are two more huge alphas waiting near the store room, out of sight. One of them produces a strip of cloth that he uses to gag me and another to cover my eyes. My hands are tied behind my back and my fear mounts. I know that I will be missed soon, and someone will come looking for me. My assailants seem to know it too, they have a sense of urgency as they bind me and bundle me along with them down the dimly lit corridor. I know where it leads having explore everywhere during my stay here when I was being ignored. If you carry on further there's a door to the garden and then it's not far until you can leave the compound. With the ball going on, no-one would question a vehicle leaving. f**k, I hope someone finds me soon otherwise I'll be left to god knows what with these strange men. I'm pretty sure they are from Alpine pack. A cramp hits me out of nowhere as I try to double over, slick coming out of me and wetting my jeans.

"f**k, she's going into heat, I can smell it," one of the goons says, breathing my perfume deeply. I can't be, can I? I thought it had to be triggered by your mates, or at least someone you are compatible with, not these heavies from a rival pack. I can't bear the thought of being taken again and again by men I have no care for. I start retreating into my mind, distracting myself from reality at the thought. A wail comes up from my chest into my mouth, muffled by the gag I'm wearing. "Quiet," they spit out, and one of them grabs my hair and pulls on the strands, making my eyes water.

All at once, we stop moving. We've reached the door. The handle rattles, and I listen keenly, my hearing and sense of smell being the only senses I can use right now. It's locked. I smile inwardly, knowing it's a big heavy door and won't be easy to break through.

"Evan, pick the lock," one of them says. I hear the thud of a bag hit the ground and the clank of metal tools. They're prepared for this. After a few minutes of scraping metal on metal, there's a click and the lock slides free. The door opens and I feel the night air hit my face. It's pitch black behind my blindfold now as I'm bundled through the bushes and trees and onto the gravel driveway. I hear the static of a radio and then tyres crunching on the path. A van door slides open and I am bundled into the back with one of the men. I think it's Graham but I'm not sure. He has his bulk behind me as we both sit on the floor and an arm is wrapped around my middle, causing my breath to come in short gasps. I feel so hot and like I'm going to suffocate in the back of this van, have we even got any air? I bring my knees up to my chest to stave off another wave of cramps as I whimper into the darkness. I can feel his erection hard against my back and tears squeeze unbidden from my eyes. His hand starts to travel up my ribcage to my breasts. I try and squirm out of his grip but he's too strong. "Don't fight it little one, I'll make it good for you, don't worry."

The van lurches to a halt at the gates. It's strange, I thought they would be open so guests could come and go. We have security at the gates at all times, maybe they will check and find me. Please, find me, I secretly pray. There is a commotion sounding from the front of the van, I can hear shouts and arguing. Graham is licking the back of my neck and his hands are reaching up to pinch my n*****s as I try to get away. Suddenly the back door to the van is ripped open. Graham is ripped off me and I fall backwards like a fish out of water, screaming as my arms and hands smack onto the rough floor of the van. My legs are scrambling for purchase, and then I feel warm arms around me and the smell of comfort. "You're alright baby, I've got you." It's Brandon. He takes the cloth out from my mouth and I sob into his chest hysterically. He lifts me down and starts to run, back to the house. I'm trying to twist, to get my arms free, but he keeps running as I jostle along with him. "Let me see!" I cry, but he doesn't let me, just keeps going, up the stairs and into his suite, where he lays me down on the bed. I sit bolt upright and he finally takes my blindfold off and undoes my hands.

"Are you OK, baby?" He says, frantically checking me over. "Did they hurt you? Did they..... did they..." He can't even say the words or look me in the eyes.

"I'm fine, just a little bruised. Who were they? Are they from the Alpine pack? Why do they want me?"

He hangs his head. I know he doesn't want to say anything but I need to know. Finally, he speaks, holding onto me like he's afraid I'm going to disappear. "Yes, they're from the Alpine pack. We tried to keep it from them that we have you, but somehow they found out we have a breeder. They don't want us to have any young and carry on the family name. If we don't have an heir we will be weaker and they can take over our pack."

I scrunch my face up, and look up at him. "Why don't you just mate with Serena?"

He laughs softly and cups my cheek. "Serena is an alpha, and she's infertile. She can't give us an heir. That's why we hired you. I wasn't expecting to feel so close to you though." His hand feels hot on my face and he seems reluctant to remove it.

"Where are the others?" I say, realising they were most likely with Brandon when it all went down. It seems to break the spell as Brandon goes to check the intercom. I hear Jaxon's voice over the radio, confirming their location and that they will meet in the suite. My heart rate speeds up, as it always does when I hear Jaxon or see him. Is he going to be mad at me for putting myself in danger?

"I should go and clean up," I say, starting to move off the bed.

"No," Brandon barks at me, stopping me in my tracks. "You're not leaving my sight until I know you're safe. Plus, I'm pretty sure you're going into heat and we'll need to take care of you." I shiver at the thought of what that means as he pulls me close, landing a feather light kiss to my lips. It brings on the cramps again and I whimper with the pain. Brandon clenches his jaw and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. I hear the bedroom doors fly open and I jump, thinking my attackers are back. Brandon tightens his hold on me as I turn and see Jaxon and Maddox at the door. Jaxon has grazes on his knuckles and Maddox is sporting a bruised cheek and eye. Jaxon looks at Brandon's questioning gaze and nods. "They're dealt with. Security is dealing with the guests and making sure everyone leaves. Is she OK?"

Brandon nods and leads me to the bathroom. He gently strips me and starts the shower. He bathes me so gently and carefully I feel like crying with need. After, he covers me in a warm fluffy towel and sets me down on the bed.