Breeders Revenge: Alpha Four's Triplet Babies

Plan

Tyceln held her breath as he studies her face.

Right here is the man she loves and despised at the same time. She has loved him since her teenage age despite knowing the atrocious things he does in this pack. Dane is by no means loving. Being the Alpha, she understand that he does dirty things. The Dark Moon pack is filled with maniacs, deranged males and females who have no sympathy. They believe in conquering the weak. It is tradition. Every child — pup was raised to be brutal, to kill, to trample on each other. Strength is what thrives here, Kill or be killed. Maybe her need to becoming the Alpha's mate came from wanting strength to be where no one can trifle with her. That was what her mom told her on her death bed: Always remain amongst the strongest.

Tyceln's hate for her husband grew after he ordered Ali's death. At that time, it was too late to cancel the wedding, I mean, who is she to cancel an Alpha's wedding? That's blatant insult to the Alpha and the pack.

“Have you been crying?” he growls finally.

Shaking her head. “I—”

His head whips to Glen who is trying to sneak out. “What did you say to her?”

Tyceln's heart stops as Glen turns to the Alpha.

Oh good Goddess please, if she says anything right now, I'll be dead. Even if it's a little bit of time to figure out what to do with this baby, she should grant her this.

“Nothing Alpha, she just got emotional after seeing me. Ali and I had the same eyes which made her sad, I'm so sorry.” she bows her head in submission.

Air gush into Tyceln's lungs, she didn't even realise she was holding her breath.

Nodding frantically, “Yes, I know... I know you said we shouldn't mention her again but I couldn't help it.” The tears streaming down her face weren't fake this time, f*****g hormones is already doing its thing.

Dane kisses her forehead pulling her into his arms while Glen used that opportunity to leave, shutting the door behind her.

We remained like that until Dane lifts her head, his lips crashing down on hers. It was a slow probing kiss, his tongue slipping to the brim of her mouth silently demanding access. Tyceln's lips parted then he was kissing her roughly, his hands roaming all over her body, her ass, breast... While her body kept stiffening continuously. Something hard pokes her tummy making her hands fall on his chest and she gently push.

Growling, his hands tightens in her hair.

“Dane.”

He ignores, suckling her neck so hard, a whimper escapes her lips.

“Dane!” she half yelled this time and he shuts her up with a rough bruising kiss.

That was when she noted the alcoholic taste and smell on him.

He's intoxicated which is something because werewolves hardly get drunk. Whatever he took must've been strong.

“The pack is begining to wonder why my bride is still living in the pack house.” he mutters and pushes her to the bed causing her little tank top to hike up.

She feels l his heated eyes raking over hrr body, making her movements, his nostrils flare perceiving her fear and something tells her it turned him on more.

“Don't you find it weird Tyce?” he don't give her time to respond and continues, “You've always been deviant in your pursuit in becoming the Alpha's bride, unlike other p*****s in this pack, you've stood out despite everything test I threw at you thinking you'd give up, you didn't. And suddenly after becoming the Alpha's bride, you're playing hard to get making silly excuses because you lost your friend. It's almost as if there has always been a reason, I know there's one...”

Tyceln's breathe hitch as he studies her. Goodness, he's been paying attention to everything?

Damnit!

He can't figure out I'm a breeder! But he's so close to the truth.

He begins to unbutton his shirt causing her eyes to widen, “W-what are you doing?”

“Consummation baby,” he says as her heart stops for a moment. She knew this time will come, that he wouldn't be able to hold off anymore but she didn't think it'd be so soon.

Tyceln quickly scurried back as he shrugs off his shirt and advanced towards her. “Dane, let's not do this now. Not when you're drunk.”

“Drunk? I'm well aware of what's happening. Now strip.” he orders didn't leave room for argument.

“Please Dane, let's talk about this.”

Stark naked, he pulled her by her legs as she tried scurrying upwards, his claw ripping through her pants. “Been doing that for a month now with no result. It's either this or that.”

Despair filled her as he pulled down her pants knowing she can't go through getting r***d twice, she will never recover.

Luckily, a knock sounded at the door. “Alpha, your attention is needed."

“Go away.”

“Its important Alpha. Something was spotted lurking at the border.”

“Then go after it!” Dane hissed. His eyes went a daze for a bit, I knew he was having a conversation via mindlink. — something werewolves does when they're close by, it works with people from the same pack.

Finally, Dane simply shook his head and headed towards the door without bothering to put on clothes. “I'm going for a run.”

Releasing the breathe she didn't realise she was holding, Tyceln rush to lock the door. She must have slept off at some point because it was pretty late when her eyes open. The crisp night air filled the room, the fact that she didn't pick Dane's scent tells me he hasn't come in since he left. Her tummy rumbles loudly causing her hand to subconsciously rest on her tummy as she got lost in thought.

A while later, she forced herself to get up, shrug on a shirt before going out to find out what to eat. She smiled and greeted everyone she met on the way like everything was going perfectly well in life, despite the plan that was begining to set in notion in her mind.

The kitchen was filled with pack members as Tyceln entered, grabbed her plates and dish out food, she saw Glen from the corner of her eyes but before she could turn and get a closer look, she was gone. She quickly ate in silence while paying attention to gossip.

“Did you hear the Alpha is meeting up with foreigners in three days time?”

“Is it foreigners or a mysterious Alpha.” another voice chimes.

“That's right, stop spreading wrong info Zayn!”

“Either way, the Alpha tends to bring chaos whenever he shows up, maybe we'll be under attack.”

“If he's mysterious, how do you know he brings chaos?” Jessica argues.

Knowing nothing reasonable will come out from the argument, Tyceln rushed her food and quickly left. She was in a hallway just before going to the top floor when a hand drags into a room. Ready to attack the person, shespun only to find Glen glaring at me.

“What are you doing?” Tycelyn whispered.

She handed a black bottle to her, “Take it. It will flush it down and come out as normal monthly circle.”

Tyceln gaze at her like she's gone crazy because she obviously has. “You want me to abort my child?” the astonishment in her voice and protective hands she brought to her tummy didn't go unnoticed.

“Well, you wanted me to help and I'm helping here. If I get caught, I'll be dead for getting involved in this. In a few weeks, your smell will change and you won't be able to hide it anymore!” she whispered back.

“Not that kind of help you moron. I'm not killing her!”

She scoffs, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. “Oh well, what kind of help do you want? I'm not sacrificing myself for you the second time.”

“Help me escape.” Tycelen say after a minute of silence.

Glen bursted out laughing.

“Wait, you are serious?”

Tyceln filled her in on the plan making her chew on her lips — a habit her sister used to have, she noticed feeling a pang of pain in her heart.

Three days later, Tyceln took her husbands debit card telling him she wanted to go for shopping, he didn't think much on it because he was focused on his meeting with the foreigner.

“You're fretting too much, someone will get suspicious.” Glen grits out, flicking the hair that escaped from her bun.

Compared to her, Tyceln was dressed casually in pants and Tee while Glen was in flashy clothes.

The guard driving took them to the city mall where both humans and werewolves visits. Luckily, he kept his distance and knowing we girls need to use the dressing room. It's a formality since nudity isn't a big deal for wolves as it was for humans.

We took plenty of dresses into the dressing room where they changed into several outfits and honestly, Tyceln would rather wash hundreds of plates that do this often. Like, how does celebrities cope? Ste was beyond exhausted but the illusion had to be created and she can't let this opportunity slip from her fingers.

By the time, the guard was distracted, they slipped into the loo and Glen dug into her bag. “Ready?”

“Do it.”

She cuts down her mid-back hair into bob and proceeded into dyeing and styling Tyceln's blonde hair to burgundy. By the time she was done, Tyceln couldn't recognise herself.

She quickly changed into another dress and gaze at her with teary eyes. “Thank you so much Glen and I'm so sorry for your sister, she'd always be in my heart.”

Her gaze hardens. “After today, we'd be enemies. I won't be of help next time.”

Nodding in understanding, she threw her hands over Glens in a hug knowing that the moment she stepped out of here, she'd spill the news of my pregnancy. Dane will hear of it, know it's not for him and she'd have hunters on her tail. Even death won't save her from his wrath and she don't want to be here to know why the call this pack, the Dark moon pack.

“She may have done a good deed you know, maybe it's time breeders fight for themselves in this world.” she gave Tyceln one last glance before rushing out to find and distract the guard.

Taking a deep breath, Tyceln stepped out of the loo and did what she never thought she'd find herself doing in her twenty two years of living in this pack.

She ran.

She ran without looking back.