Forced to be the Triplet's breeder

To Become the breeder

Kayla POV

I had lost count of the days spent confined in that small room. The meager rations of bread and water they provided seemed designed to weaken us gradually. Occasionally, they would take us out of our rooms, herding us like cattle into another sterile chamber where doctors examined us, their eyes devoid of empathy. Then we would be returned to our isolated cells. The only moments of connection occurred during our communal baths, where we silently washed away the grime and pain, watched intently by the guards who ensured our compliance.

One day, after enduring weeks of this torment, I heard my name being called. "Number 28!" The sound pierced through the air, and my heart sank. My door swung open, and I was forcefully dragged out, thrust towards the woman who had overseen my captivity since my arrival as a slave.

"You have been chosen to serve the three princes of Salvador," she stated, her voice devoid of any warmth or compassion. "Out of the thirty girls brought here, you are the only one deemed compatible to bear the heirs who will lead the great kingdom of Salvador."

The words hung in the air, suffocating me with their weight. I struggled to comprehend the enormity of my fate. To be nothing more than a breeder for the princes, a vessel for their offspring. Every fiber of my being screamed for escape, for freedom. But deep down, I knew it was a futile hope. There was nowhere to run, no rescuers coming to my aid. I was alone, trapped in this unforgiving world.

The realization washed over me like a cold wave, numbing my spirit. I fought back tears, refusing to show weakness in the face of my captors. I squared my shoulders and forced myself to speak, my voice trembling with a mix of defiance and despair.

"I-I don't understand. What does that mean?" I asked, my voice shaking. Tears welled up in my eyes as I already knew my fate. Becoming a breeder for the royals or nobles meant certain death once the baby was born, and that was the intention of the Alpha king. I was destined to become a breeder for his sons, and once I bore their children, they would discard me.

"It means you will be taken to the royal home and serve the princes as a breeder. You will bear their children," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Tears streamed down my face as the harsh reality set in. I was reduced to nothing more than a breeder, a tool for the princes to use as they pleased. "I..." My voice trembled, and I couldn't find the words to express my anguish.

"What if I don't want to do this?" I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice.

"You have no choice. You will do as you are told, or you will suffer the consequences," the woman replied, her eyes cold and devoid of empathy. "You are the only one whose body can carry the Prince's children. Those who have tried to bear the princes' children either die or become useless. The fate of the great kingdom of Salvador rests on your shoulders."

"My shoulders?" I scoffed, wiping away the tears streaming down my face. "So, my life is going to be destroyed, and you say the fate of this kingdom rests on my shoulders!" I yelled, pounding my chest. "My family was killed in one night. I can still remember the tears of those children and..." I couldn't continue as another wave of tears overcame me. "I don't want to do this!"

The woman laughed cruelly, moving closer to me. She raised her hands and struck me hard across the face, repeating the process over and over until my lips started bleeding. "What can you do when you are a powerless little girl?" she taunted, gripping my chin tightly. "You should be grateful that you are deemed worthy to be called the breeder of the royals. If you had stayed with your little pack, who knows if you would have died alongside them!" She laughed mockingly and pushed my head backward. "Take her away!" she ordered the guards.

As they dragged me away, I realized there was no escape from this wretched fate. My future had been sealed, and I was nothing more than a pawn in the royals' game. I screamed in anguish as they led me out of the building, binding me with chains and covering my head with a black sack.

The question echoed relentlessly in my mind: Why was all of this happening to me? Why did I have to endure such unimaginable suffering?

It was then that I realized there was no escape from my grim fate. I had become nothing more than a pawn in the game of the royals, a mere instrument for their desires. I screamed in despair as they forcefully dragged me out of the building and shoved me into a truck, binding my limbs with cold chains and covering my head with a suffocating black sack.

As the truck came to a halt after what felt like an eternity, I was roughly pushed out onto the ground. The sack was removed, and the chains around my body loosened, causing me to collapse to the ground in a trembling heap. Every inch of my being throbbed with pain, making it nearly impossible for me to find my footing.

"Stand up, you fool," one of the guards barked, delivering a brutal kick to my already battered stomach. The pain intensified, and I gasped for breath, wondering how I was expected to summon the strength to rise. It was a cruel and senseless act, a reminder of my powerlessness and disregard for my well-being.

Gritting my teeth against the agony coursing through me, I was seized by a fistful of my hair and forcibly dragged toward the imposing building that housed the royal family. Its size and grandeur overwhelmed me. Towering columns and a majestic central dome seemed to stretch toward the heavens. The exterior was adorned with the finest materials, the glimmering marble and intricate werewolf carvings captivating in their craftsmanship.

This was the opulent home of the esteemed royal family of Salvador. While they reveled in happiness and abundant wealth, countless rankless wolves like myself suffered unimaginable pain. It was a stark reminder of the gaping divide between the privileged and the downtrodden. Resentment and anger surged within me, fueled by the injustices that plagued our society. Why were the rich and powerful allowed to obtain whatever they desired while trampling upon the lives of the less fortunate?

I clenched my fists as I continued to stare, and just then, I was pulled again by the guards, my hair tugged harshly as we entered the home of the Royals. The pain in my back and buttocks from being dragged in such a degrading manner intensified. I struggled to regain my balance, feeling the warmth of blood trickling down my scalp.

The guard holding my hair yanked me to the left side of the house before I could fully take in the grand staircase that stood before me. Adorning the walls were portraits of the past werewolf kings, revered as the golden wolves of old. I counted at least ten generations of kings, each depicted in their full regalia, donning fur cloaks upon their shoulders and crowns adorned with precious gems atop their heads. The current king, too, was captured in a similar pose. Glancing at him, I noticed his peculiar eyes—one red and the other blue. But before I could contemplate the significance of this, his eyes abruptly changed back to their original golden hue.

The sight was surreal, leaving me perplexed and longing for an explanation, yet there was no time to dwell on it further.

As we ventured deeper into the building, the guard finally released his grip on my hair. I found myself in a different section of the house, distinct from the main residence yet connected to it. Exhausted and breathless, I was unceremoniously pushed to the ground at the feet of a woman. She was adorned in lavish robes, embellished with sparkling jewels that reflected opulence and power.

At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder who she was and what role she would play in my unfortunate fate.

‘’My lord,’’ she greeted the guard, her voice dripping with false respect. She then cast a disdainful glance down at me, her gaze cold and calculating. ‘’Who is she?’’

‘’Take care of her and make her presentable. She is the chosen breeder. Prepare her to meet the Alpha king and the princes,’’ he instructed her with a detached tone.

The woman let out a cruel laugh, her eyes gleaming with malice. ‘’They finally found her,’’ she muttered, reaching out to touch my face. I flinched at her touch, repulsed by her proximity. ‘’She looks dreadful. I will have to ensure she appears elegant in the presence of the Alpha king and the princes.’’

‘’That is why I brought her to you, Kira. Take care of her,’’ the guard commanded before disappearing in a flash.

So, silver-ranking wolves possess the power of teleportation, I thought to myself, trying to process the situation.

‘’You,’’ Kira grabbed me roughly by the ear, causing me to cry out in pain. She dragged me towards a room, and I desperately struggled against her grip, clinging onto her hand. ‘’How dare you, you filthy creature, try to touch me,’’ she hissed, delivering a sharp slap across my face. Then, she forcefully pushed me through a door, causing it to crash down. The room was small and covered in dust, and to my surprise, there were two other girls already present.

‘’Bathe her and dress her in the elegant blue gown,’’ Kira ordered the girls before vanishing as if she had never been there.

So, Kira also possessed the power of teleportation, indicating her status as a silver wolf.

The two girls seized my hands roughly and shoved me toward the bathroom, preventing me from banging my head against the doorframe. They laughed mockingly, their voices filled with malice. ‘’We wouldn't want the breeder to sustain any damage, would we?’’

As they stripped me of my clothes and began scrubbing my body with aggressive force, pain surged through me, and I couldn't help but cry out. The rough sponge scraped against my skin, leaving it raw and inflamed.

Why were they treating me this way? They were just one rank higher than me, yet they subjected me to such torment. How could they stoop so low?

"Stop! Please, stop!" I pleaded, my voice filled with desperation, but they showed no mercy or compassion, continuing their brutal assault.

"You're so filthy," one of them hissed, a twisted satisfaction in her voice. "As the royal prince's breeder, you can't afford to look dirty!"

The other girl laughed cruelly. "I bet she won't last a day, just like the others!"

I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, and reminded myself of my purpose. I had to endure, for the sake of my family and my revenge against the royal family.

Eventually, they finished their ruthless scrubbing, leaving me alone in the bathroom with my skin burning from the ordeal. I felt utterly powerless, staring blankly into space. I was nothing more than an ordinary slave, stripped of agency and dignity.

Soon, the girls returned to dress me like a sacrificial lamb for the royal princes, marking the beginning of my suffering. The dress shimmered like gold, its opulence enough to sustain my pack for months. I despised the sight of it, but I had no choice. I had come for revenge, and I was prepared to dismantle anyone who dared to stand in my way.

‘’If you don’t want your head on a pike, heed this warning: Never dare to meet the gaze’’ Lady warned me as I was led out of the room.