Pregnant And Rejected; The Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 2

CHLOE’S POV

A princess was meant for flowers, to be pruned delicately with fear they would hurt. That’s the kind of life I was accustomed to.

My father and I used to be close. In the sense that whatever I wanted, he got for his little princess.

My face crunched up at the memory as I let hate fill my heart. The man I looked up to and cherished had discarded me like a piece of rag that wiped the faeces of the grossest animal to exist.

It has been a few weeks now. A few weeks of torture and ill-treatment. These people had it out for me because I was a princess, note the past tense.

They have done all they could to strip me of having such a title.

For a moment I believed it because they were right. I was no princess and I was in no Palace.

I was a nobody, I have been reduced to nothing. The only identity I had was that of a breeder. Something I didn’t think was even a thing.

A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up from the position I had been lying on for hours. The other slaves I had been locked up with looked at me with pity like we weren’t all in the same situation. They feared to take their own life.

Because apparently, once you become a slave, your life is no longer yours. You’re expected to take whatever pain thrown at you and live it like you love it.

This was my third, no fourth attempt to kill myself. And every time I was caught, something inevitable for a place so guarded.

And for every time I got caught, the masters reminded me that my life was not my own to do as I pleased any more.

As I dragged myself to lean on the wall from the wet floor, there was banging on the door.

Sarcastically, I would have answered it but I wasn’t feeling like it with the excruciating pain I was going through at the moment.

“Get up, you miserable brat!” the voice bellows from behind the door. I flinch as another blow hits the door, shaking the hinges.

I know that voice all too well. It belonged to the one u have come to know – the hard way might I add, is my master. He reminds that me I’m worthless. He hits me, yells at me, and makes me feel like I’m the cause of all his problems.

“What princess? Have you suddenly grown deaf! I said get your whiny ass up!” The master roared.

I winced as the pain that surged through my body as I forced my legs to move and stand.

“Move it. Out now!”

A hurried to the door which he left open and walked out. I stood with my head low and waited for further instructions.

“Time to meet your new masters. You’ve been sold girlie.” He said with a smirk.

My eyes widened as saucers at the news. All I could feel was a deep pang of sadness and hopelessness. I had resigned myself to a life of misery, locked in this prison cell.

Behind the man stood a few people who I came to know as the eunuchs and beauticians.

“Get her cleaned up.” The man voiced before walking away.

As I was being led by the women servants, I couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for me.

“Come with us.” The head eunuch said.

I nodded silently, following them into a large, luxurious room. It was filled with all kinds of perfumes, oils, and bath products. The eunuchs began to undress me, so I stood there awkwardly, trying not to feel too exposed.

“Don’t worry, Chloe,” said the head eunuch reassuringly. “We’ve done this many times before. It’s our job to make sure that you look your best for your buyer.”

I nodded, still feeling a little uneasy. But as they began to clean me and massage my skin with oils, fear still clogged my lungs. The eunuchs were surprisingly skilled at what they did, and I began to feel pampered and even a little bit spoiled.

It made me recall the life I used to have. I honestly missed this.

As they began to dress me up, they chatted with me, asking me about my life and what I thought about being a breeder.

I bit my lips, not saying a word. They must have noticed as they didn’t ask further questions or press on it.

I could hardly believe the sight before me, as I looked at myself in the mirror after the eunuchs and women servants had finished dressing me up.

I let out a gasp as I saw myself in the reflection. It was an exquisite piece of clothing that was both seductive and provocative. The thin fabric clung to every curve in my body.

My breasts were pushed up as the dress plunged into a deep v-neck, teasing at the cleavage that lay beneath. I felt my cheeks warm as I saw myself accentuated in a way that I never had before.

I examined myself in the mirror, examining every lovely feature that the outfit displayed. The thinly strapped dress exposed my skin by leaving my back and shoulders uncovered. The high slit skirt was just revealing enough to make one wonder what was to come.

The master appeared soon enough without a knock. “Nicely done. Now time to go.”

My hands were shaky as I followed the man and head towards the front door. Two men were waiting for me outside, and I can feel their eyes on me as I step out into the bright sunlight.

Now, even when I had lost all hope, I was being thrown into the hands of a pack who wanted nothing more than to own me.

As I was being transported to the pack, all I could do was think back on my life. It was filled with nothing but brightness and joy. But now.

“Get in the cart,” one man says gruffly, nodding towards a rickety old wagon that’s parked in front of the prison.

I climbed in without a word, my heart beating wildly in my chest. The cart started moving, and I watched as the prison disappeared behind us. I felt a sense of relief, but it short-lived.

After hours of travelling, we arrived at a large estate that was surrounded by a thick wall. I was informed that this is the pack that bought me. The men who escorted me looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to express gratitude or excitement over my new situation.

But instead I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I was led into the massive building to the master that bought me and from the carve on the wall, it read “Black Sun Pack”

My mind raced with all kinds of thoughts, but the only emotion that stood out was pain and fear.

I try to hold back tears, but they start streaming down my face. I’m not sure whether it’s because I was being taken away from little I’ve come know or because I’m going to a new place where I don’t know what to expect. But maybe it’s both.

MALAKIA’S POV

“I don’t have the time or luxury to wait for my mate. This is my decision, I’ve made it. So let it go.” I said stepping away from Flora.

“But Mal, getting an heir from a slave would not do anyone good, especially you. Pick a noble she wolf to mate with instead.” She argued.

“You must have not heard me, I don’t have the time to search for my mate!”

“Oh, of course you don’t,” Flora rolled her eyes. “What about love, Mal? You know the joy that comes with love and a mutual understanding with another human being.”

I narrowed my gaze towards Flora, she sounded like a jealous girlfriend. “You’re acting ridiculous, Flora. I don’t have time for love, and I need an heir right now. This is the only way to secure the throne.”

Flora’s eyes rolled down to the ground. She may be my best friend but I didn’t like that she was disrespecting me. “So what if you find your true mate after having an heir? What Next Mal?” she asked, her voice lowering to a growl. “Your heir needs to come from a high ranking parents, not a king and a slave.”

I sighed. “What do you want me to do, Flora? Wait around for my true mate to appear? I must secure my future, and this is the only way to do so.”

Flora huffed in disappointment. “Well, I’m not going to be a part of it,” she responded before turning around on her heel and uncontrollably stomping out of the room.

“I’ve made up my mind. The breeder will be here soon. And in a few weeks she’ll be carrying my pup. Everything will be on track.” I said dismissively before she finally disappeared.

My Father’s throne has been empty for far too long. The kingdom needed a ruler, one who could lead them with an iron fist. And if I don’t act fast, I could loose my throne to my useless cousin.

The one who’s always out to compete with me over the smallest of things. But I never once gave him the satisfaction of thinking he could outsmart or outshine me.

The throne was my Father’s right as the first born and in turn it was now my right.

I waited anxiously in my office as the slave I bought from another pack was brought to me.

I had to make the most difficult decision to purchase a slave to serve as my breeder, ensuring the continuation of my family line. And I hoped that one day my mate would understand.

The door swung open and a petit girl step inside, her head hanging low.

As soon as I saw her, I felt my c**k tighten at the sight of this seductress. She was small and delicate, with wide eyes that seemed to hold a hidden fire. A fire I would love to tame. She wasn’t even doing anything but she already had me craving for her.

I studied her features for a moment, checking to see if she was strong enough to carry my heir. But the sight before me made it impossible for me to think logically.

I continued to stare at her, and I found myself drawn to her in a way I couldn’t have anticipated. There was something about her that made me feel alive, something I hadn’t felt ever. It was definitely the dress, and that body of hers. Maybe it was the thought of her being under me, moaning for me. Maybe it was because I felt urge for control.

I stood from my seat and walked towards her in a painfully slow pace.

As I got closer to her, I could feel the tension growing between us. I could sense her fear, but I was also aware of the attraction between us. I wanted more than to have her body against mine.

Flora must have noticed, because the woman interrupted.

“Don’t tell me this is the breeder you bought.” She said disapprovingly. “You could have at least gotten one with a pretty face.”

My eyes never left the breeder’s. I didn’t pay attention to Flora either.

“You can go now Flora.” I said simply.

“But, we’re supposed to go for the meeting with the elders remember?” Flora said.

“Leave, Flora! The meeting is adjourned.”

As I led the breeder into the safety of my chambers, I couldn’t help but be mesmerised by her beauty. For one, I hadn’t expected a mere Breeder to look this gorgeous to begin with. She looked like a really sexy vixen. The way her hips swayed made it difficult for me to concentrate on the way to my room.

As I looked into her eyes while in the room, I could feel the intensity of them capturing my own. There was a depth there, a soulfulness that drew me in, and I could feel myself becoming hard, my erection growing fast.

“Does my master like what he sees?” Her small voice stuttered robotically, like she had been trained to say those exact words, but it still managed to sound seductive.

My hand immediately went around her throat, feeling a light tremor go through her body as I pulled her body against mine so she could feel my want for her. “Oh you have no idea sweetheart. You have no freaking idea.”