The Alpha’s Rejected Breeder

06

Myra’s POV.

Two days have passed and I have been staying tah the dungeon, not for once has Alpha Ralph come to check on me.

Not even Octavia, which I had thought would come and pick a fight with me. It was so peaceful yet a lot of days about that peace.

I can’t point it out but I am sure that Alpha Ralph is planning something, he can’t just let me be that way, he is up to something.

For the two days that I have stayed here, I have made peace with my heart and I am going to give Alpha Ralph a chance, get to know him, let him know that I am caring for his child then maybe, fall in love.

Falling in love shouldn’t have been on my list, because I know there is no way the Alpha would fall in love with me, he would never because I am not one of his types. “But you are his mate.” Beth, my wolf reminded me.

One of my hands palmed the side of my face. Beth had been trying to make me see that Alpha Ralph can fall in love with me since we are mates and he has slept with me before, so it wouldn’t be a hard thing.

But we both know that it is a lie, love, or anything that has to do with it doesn't fall in my category with Alpha Ralph. J can love him in distance, let my don have the fatherly love, and all while I suppressed my feelings for him. “That is a very risky thing to do Myra. I am sure it isn’t in the rules.” Beth argued.

I would get hurt in the process but I don’t care, as long as I stay with my pup. It is it. “I don’t care Beth. Can we drop it?” I asked her.

There was no communication from her, so I heaved a sigh, ignoring the sharp pain that I felt in my heart. “All will be well.” I chanted to myself, closing my eyes.

I have been sitting in this old worn-out bed that is no different from the one at the maid’s station. The only difference between is the size and that was it.

My eyes were closing slowly. I did nothing, yet I turned out to be so tired and worn out, just like the bed I sat on. A loud yawn left my lips, so I pressed my back on the bed, holding the pillow for extra support and strength while I used my left hand as a pillow.

Slowly, I found myself drifting, my consciousness getting out of me.

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The breeze blew away my hair, revealing my green eyes, which entirely makes me different from the rest of the werewolves around the pack or even the pack.

It was still early in the morning, yet I was being forced up by my father. I groaned a little, adjusting my jacket as I eyed my father, who was standing by my side.

Sometimes, I do wonder why my father always acts that way, overpowering and overprotective of me when I am eighteen. I am not a child anymore.

I sure do love my father but I still don't understand why he is always that way with me. Making me go through hours of training when I wasn't sure of what he is trying to accomplish or what he is making me fight for. “Myra, go.” my father, the Alpha ordered, jerking me forward.

I blinked my eyes together, trying to understand what he meant until I felt the force and pain resonating in my body, the training had started. A muffled scream left my mouth when the soldier lunged toward me again, hitting my stomach with the wooden stick in his hands.

“What the f**k?” I cursed under my breath while I put myself together.

I stood in defense, holding back my breath while I watched the soldier coming at me, trying to force his third attack on me but I wasn’t going to let him.

I dodged him, making the soldier to fumbled and fall, while other soldiers watched in awe. It was the first time in forever that I had dodged an attack during training. “We are done.” my father announced, stuffing his hands into his pockets and he walked away.

In Pain, I was stunned to see my father walking away all of a sudden. It was just some minutes ago that he had dragged me from the comfort of my room and now, he is walking away.

Ignoring the sharp pain coming from my abdomen, I run after him. “Father,” I called out.

The old man stopped, facing me. “Father, what is the meaning of this?” I asked, trying to understand what my father was trying to put on.

One minute, he is cool, telling me how much of a good daughter I am and how much I look like my mother, and under a flick of a finger, he is back to frowning his face at me, ordering me around to do things that I don't want to. “What is the meaning of Myra?” my father, Alpha Dane asked.

His face held no emotions as he opened d looked straight into my face. “You asked for the training to stop when it isn’t time yet.” I pointed out.

The cold gaze I was getting from my father was sending me off and I doesn’t like it because I has no idea what it means. “You are ready, Myra. Prepare for the feast.” He informed.

I licked the side of my lips, clearly not getting what the old man means. “Ready for what? Are you having a ball later or what?” I questioned.

Alpha Dane having a ball has nothing to do with me because I was never let out on day one is happening. I have no idea what the ball was or how it happened. “You will find out later in the evening, but for now, prepare for it.” He uttered before walking away, his beta chasing after him.

I swallowed hard, my skin was beginning to prickle at the thought of what my father could mean. I walked back to the pack house, my breath ragging.

I was told that my father has always been a good man, a great father to my late brother, and also, a great leader to the public but, ever since he lost the most important people in his life, he has become so cold that he doesn’t even care about me too.

My mother and my elder brother who I had no idea who they looked died while I had been born. Something, a wild animal was said to have taken away them, and only their remains were later found, which traumatized the pack entirely.

And mostly, no one knew what had happened or what that creature had been. “Myra.” A soft voice called me.

I quickly wiped away my tears, not showing them to the old lady standing in front of me. I forced a smile on my face until my cheeks were beginning to hurt. “You don’t look good.” The old lady commented.

A forced chuckle left my lips. “Have I ever looked good in this house?” I joked.

The old lady squeezed my two hands, taking me to my room. “Look, you are a great kid. Don’t let what your father does to you affect your life.”

That was when an idea crossed my mind. “Do you know what Father is planning to do tonight?” I found myself asking.

I had been taught not to prey on anyone’s business around the pack house, except it did involve me but I just can’t help it. And it does involve me. “I don’t know Myra. Your father doesn’t involve me in things like this. All I was told to do is to guide you to get ready for the evening.” The old lady told me.

I nodded my head, mumbling a thank you to the lady, although that wasn’t what I had wanted to hear. Maybe, if my mother and my brother were around then, I would have been happy. my family would have loved me and shown it to the pack. “Myra, what are you thinking of?” The old lady asked, getting my attention.

“Nothing.” I lied, heavily out of breath.

“I know you, Myra, since when you were born and you can’t tell me nothing is wrong with you then expect me to believe. But I want you to know something, your father does love you. He is doing everything in his will to see that you get the perfect life you deserve.”

The comforting words of the old lady got to me as I swallowed hard, standing up from the bed. “I will take my bath,” I whispered.

Without waiting for the old lady’s response, I ran into my adjoined bathroom, breathing hard. My father might love me and he is just preparing me for the worst. “Yes, he is your father so he does love you.” my wolf, Beth assured.

A smile crept on my face as I got rid of my training suit and turned on-ed the hot water, letting the water fall my shine and I muffled back a moan due to how hot the water was on me.

I scrubbed my body clean, making sure that every part of my was smelling good before I rinsed off my body and wrapped a toilet around my body.

When I stepped out of my bathroom, thinking the old lady wasn’t going to be there, I met the opposite. And on the bed was a black full-length gown, covered with pearls and embroidery on it. “Who does this belong to?” I asked because for as long as I could remember, I don’t own a fancy gown like that.

“It is yours, Your father got you it.”

My body jerked forward, a muffled scream leaving my mouth. My body was sweating furiously. This is the third time I am having the same dreams like I was missing something in my life that I can’t pinpoint.

I need to get to the root of this.