Forced to be the Triplet's breeder

Kayla's POV: I jolted awake from my peaceful slumber, the sound of my front door crashing open shattering the silence. My heart raced with fear as the screams of my parents and pack members echoed through the house. Panic seized me, and I knew I had to act quickly. "Kayla, you have to hide!" My mother's urgent voice pierced through the chaos as she burst into my room. Without hesitation, she thrust a small bag into my trembling hands and propelled me toward the window. Her eyes held a mix of determination and worry. "Take this and go. We'll meet you at the rendezvous point." Confusion swirled in my mind, but I trusted my mother's instincts. Hastily, I climbed out of the window, my heart pounding with a potent mixture of fear and uncertainty. As I sprinted towards the cover of the nearby woods, I couldn't help but glance back. Flames consumed our home, devouring the memories and dreams that had been woven within its walls. The anguished cries of my loved ones pierced the night air, reverberating through my soul. The acrid scent of smoke invaded my senses, blending with the deafening crackle of the inferno behind me. The searing heat reached out as if trying to claim me too. Tears welled in my eyes, a mixture of grief and disbelief washing over me like a tidal wave. How could this be happening? Why were we being targeted? Suddenly, my desperate escape was thwarted. Black-suited guards emerged from the shadows, forcefully apprehending me. Their firm grip bound my hands tightly behind my back, robbing me of any semblance of freedom. The haunting screams of my parents continued to echo in my ears, their anguish etching itself into my very core. Countless questions tumbled through my mind, demanding answers. Who were these assailants? What had we done to deserve such a brutal assault? Yet, before I could voice my inquiries, the guards propelled me forward, pushing me onto the dirt path that led away from my shattered home. I turned my gaze back, straining to catch one last glimpse of my family, but all I saw were merciless flames devouring what was once our haven. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the ash and dust, as the painful reality settled in. In a matter of mere moments, my pack, my cherished family, and my entire existence had been ruthlessly snatched away from me, leaving me standing alone in the wake of destruction. I was shoved into the back of a truck, surrounded by several other captive girls. Their tear-stained faces reflected the same fear and confusion that consumed me. Desperate for answers, I called out to them, hoping to find some solace in shared understanding. Yet, silence greeted my pleas, and their haunted gazes spoke volumes. It was evident that we were all victims of this cruel fate. Feeling a mix of frustration and desperation, I yelled out again, demanding an explanation from my fellow captives. The air grew heavy with tension, and I could sense their reluctance to respond. The guards, reveling in our fear, didn't hesitate to inflict pain. One of them seized my fiery red hair, yanking me back and striking my face with a harsh slap. Agonizing pain radiated through my cheek, and I stumbled backward, my tears mingling with the dust on my bruised skin. "Why?" I screamed, my voice strained with anger and desperation. "What is the purpose of this torment? Release me!" One of the guards sneered, his sadistic pleasure apparent in his eyes. "You're now a slave, little wolf. You belong to the three princes of Salvador." A chill coursed through my veins as those words settled in my mind. The Alpha king of Salvador was infamous for his callous disregard for others, but I never fathomed that his cruelty would extend to attacking my small pack. His sons, the enigmatic princes, were shrouded in mystery and feared by many. Refusing to surrender to their control, I continued to scream and plead for mercy, hoping against hope that someone would come to our rescue. But then, one of the girls snapped at me, her anguish evident in her voice. "Shut up! Can't you see? We're all in this together. We're all bound for the same destination." Her words cut through the chaos, and I turned to face her, my eyes searching for understanding. "What destination? What is happening to us?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. The girl seized my hair, pulling me closer to her, her teary eyes reflecting the shared anguish of our circumstances. "We're being taken as breeders for the princes of Salvador. It's our fate, and if we resist, they could kill us." The weight of her words settled heavily in my chest. The realization struck me like a blow to the gut. I was destined to become nothing more than a vessel for breeding, stripped of my home and forced into a life of submission. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I thought about my family and pack, their presence now forever lost to me. I was about to protest once more, but the girl shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just stay quiet. It'll be easier that way. Don't you see? No one will answer your screams." Taking a seat beside another girl in the truck, my mind raced with thoughts of the tyrant king who had imposed these cruel rules that divided the werewolf realms. There was the first realm for the royal werewolves, the pinnacle of the hierarchy. Then the noble realm for the elite and influential wolves, and finally, the forsaken realm—the realm I belonged to—where werewolves had been stripped of their ranks and left to suffer in the shadows. I had always known that my place in this world was at the bottom, but I never imagined that my pack would be attacked and destroyed like this. All those years of struggling to survive, only to end up as a breeder for the very ones who had destroyed my life. Questions swirled in my mind as the guards roughly pulled me out of the truck, forcing me to my knees. My heart raced with fear as I looked at the building in the distance, my new prison. What kind of men were the princes of Salvador? Would they see me as a person or merely a vessel for their offspring? As we were led towards the building, my eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the sight of other girls being assigned to different women. The realization hit me hard - we were being reduced to mere breeders. I tried to protest, to ask for an explanation, but my voice was silenced by the slap of a guard's hand across my face. Blood filled my mouth as pain radiated through my cheek, and I crumpled to the ground. The scene unfolded before me, as one of the women pushed me onto my stomach and a searing pain pierced my back. The branding iron seared my skin, marking me with a number - a dehumanizing symbol of my new existence. Number 28. A nameless entity, stripped of my identity and reduced to a mere statistic. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the blood and the dirt. I felt a surge of anger, of defiance, rising within me. How could they treat us like this? How could they take away our lives and dignity, turning us into nothing but objects for their pleasure? The pain in my back served as a reminder of the injustice that had befallen us. At that moment, a fire ignited within me. I vowed to find a way out of this hell, to escape the clutches of those who had condemned us to a life of servitude. No longer would I be a silent victim? I would bide my time, gather strength, and seek revenge on those who had brought such suffering upon us. It didn't matter if they were royalty or not; they would pay for their atrocities, and justice would be served. With a steely determination in my eyes, I whispered to myself, "I will rise from the ashes of this nightmare. They may have taken everything from me, but they will never extinguish the fire within my soul. I am not just a number. I am Kayla, a survivor, and I will reclaim my freedom."