Alpha Biker Daddies & Their Omega Breeder

Chapter 2

The boot of the car was as dark and as hot as hell with my hands tied behind my back and every time the car hit a pothole I slammed against the metal and my shoulder bone cracked on the wheel well.

Everywhere stank of oil while I focused on breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. It made me wonder what kind of pack treats pack omega breeders like they were nothing but disposable f**k holes and walking wombs.

I thought of Ella’s fake tears and another tear threatened to fall down my face.

The only person I’ve always cared for growing up. She stays at home while I work my ass off with stinky men to get her what she wanted because Mira only cares about herself.

Maybe they were working together and using me to get more money.

I closed my eyes while the air in the boot got tighter. I mumbled a prayer, more like a curse, to the moon goddess if she ever hears the cries of omegas. Help me get revenge on my mother and sister.

The car came to a halt suddenly causing my head to hit against the boot walls. The boot opened and the fresh air hit me. It felt like I was suffocating earlier.

Two sets of rough male hands dragged me out and in front of me was the biggest gothic mansion I had ever seen.

Wolf heads carved into paintings and sculptures. Wolf bikes and dark paint giving it a rich dark look.

I was stunned before I noticed the ropes on my hands were being untied. Someone had untied them. The guard kept my arms pinned while walking me further into the opening of the house.

If I had my pocket knife I would be fighting now, maybe stabbing these guards and running out of this mansion but as I thought more of it, it was impossible because there were guards all over the place.

They took me into the house which just got more intimidating and scary and threw me into a room. It had a long table with three men at the head of it.

Getting a closer look, I saw the three rulers of the Riders MC for the first time apart from newspapers.

The three sons of Alpha Cain, Alpha of the Southside.

The first one sat on a throne-like chair. He had a scar at his left eyebrow. He had no f*****g shirt on while he had a drink in his hand, looking at me like I was boring and a problem he didn’t even ask for. His tattoos were pretty bold while the second one beside him was pale with dark brown hair shaved at the sides with silver rings through both eyebrows.

Before I could continue studying these three handsome d***s in front of me

I was pushed down harshly by one of the guards who had brought me.

“You lack respect you little omega. Greet the alphas.”

I kept my mouth shut. Kneeling down for men was one thing I hated doing.

The guard was about to kick me again when I heard an older voice.

“Stop.” An older man walked to the front standing beside the third Alpha I had just noticed. With a hood pulled up, he didn’t have the face of the rest. He didn’t look ruthless or like someone trained to be.

“I believe you’re Ella, one of the twins of Mira Theron, one of the pack widows. I’ve been long waiting for you,” he said holding up my chin with his cold hands, tilting my face side to side like I was livestock at an auction.

"My mother named me Ella, but everyone who owns me calls me Wren. It's easier to remember because I'm nothing but a bird in a cage, so call me Wren, or don't call me at all."

I lied. The last thing I wanted was to be known and called by the name of someone who betrayed me.

He was Alpha Cain. Everyone at Southside knew him because he was our f*****g alpha.

He let go of my chin and stepped back. “The deal has already been done with your mother. Now your virginity and your body belong to my three sons. You are now their breeder. Nothing more. You will stay here, be taken care of here and no one else has any right to touch you except them.”

Cain laid out the rules in short sentences. I would live in their den. I would not refuse them. The list went on like I didn’t have a say anymore.

“The most important rule. You will not spread your legs for any man or let their seeds inside you. The pups you will carry will be our blood and nothing more.”

The pale one with dark brown hair spoke up for the first time. “Wren, I’ve already gone through a background check. You worked in a club for men and intel from your mother tells us you recently killed one of our Elders who offered to pay to f**k you. How do we know you’re a virgin?”

The first son who looked older slammed his hands against the table. “I don’t give a damn about your life. We just want to know if you’re a virgin or another w***e who’s come to play us like other breeders.”

Cain ignored his sons and fixed his eyes on me. “That was a brave move, killing one of our elders, and because you are our breeder now, you will be pardoned. We don’t need a weak girl but a breeder who can survive. Now stand up straight and stop looking like you’re about to cry.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat still thinking of the betrayal. If it had only come from Mother it wouldn’t have hurt this much.

I wanted to tell them I’m not the breeder they’re looking for but my twin sister but fine. They wanted a breeder for the high lords. I would give them one. I would also learn their weaknesses, their routines and secrets and when I had enough, I would walk out with whatever I needed to destroy my mother and sister.

The revenge would be so f*****g good, I thought as I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded at Alpha Cain.

Cain nodded at the pale one with brown hair. "Knox, take her to the medical room, examine her and confirm if her virginity is intact.”

So his name was Knox. He stood up and walked toward me. He was taller than I had expected. When he reached me he smiled and with a soft whispery voice said, “Welcome home. Little killer.”

Little killer. I had never thought of myself that way.

Knox grabbed my shoulders and led me out of the room and down the hallway. He pushed the door of the room open and inside was a metal table and stirrups at the end with a bright white light hanging over it. The cabinet was full of gloves, tubes and instruments.

"Strip, lie on the metal table," he said. "I need to check."

I looked at the table and his hands. I thought about running or declining or fighting with my knife which was gone. My mind wandered again to Ella.

So I started unbuttoning my bloody shirt.