A Breeder For Four Alphas

One

Chapter One

Gabriella's POV

The air in the pack house's formal meeting room felt heavy, even from outside. I'd been told to wait, to be presentable, but not why. My stomach churned with a familiar dread.

Every time my parents, Alpha Howard and Luna Karen, called for me like this, it meant another humiliating opportunity to pay off their endless debts. I still remember the sewage plant. The smell. The shame.

The heavy oak door finally opened, and a stern-faced guard gestured me inside. My parents sat at a long, polished table, their faces unreadable. Across from them sat a man I didn't know, dressed in rich, dark fabrics, his gaze sharp and assessing. He looked like he was from a powerful pack, maybe even the King's court.

"Gabriella, sit," my father, Alpha Howard, commanded, his voice devoid of warmth. He didn't even look at me, his eyes fixed on the stranger.

I took the empty chair at the end of the table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to appear calm. "What is this about, Father?"

My mother, Luna Karen, cleared her throat, her gaze flickering nervously between me and the stranger. "Gabriella, dear, the pack's finances... they are in a dire state."

"We've found a solution," my father cut in, his voice cold and business-like. "A... mutually beneficial arrangement with King Gene of the Shadowdark Pack." He gestured to the stranger. "This is his envoy."

The envoy gave a curt nod, his expression unmoving.

"An arrangement?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Another job?" I braced myself for the worst.

My father finally looked at me, his eyes hard. "Not a job, Gabriella. An opportunity. For you. For the pack's future." He paused, and the silence in the room stretched, thick with unspoken meaning. "King Gene is seeking a young woman to fulfill a very specific role. To provide an heir for his successor."

My mind struggled to process his words. An heir? "What... what does that mean?"

My mother's voice was barely audible. "It means, sweetheart... they need... a breeder."

The word hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. A Breeder?

“What has that got to do with” I stared at them suspiciously.

“You are going to be the breeder sweetheart” my mother chimed in.

My vision blurred. "A baby-making machine?" I stammered, my voice cracking with disbelief. "For an Alpha I don't even know?"

"It's an honor, Gabriella!" my mother insisted, though her voice trembled. "The pay is substantial. It will save our pack from ruin!"

"But my choice? My virginity?" I cried, tears stinging my eyes. "You're just going to sell me? I am your child "

"Silence!" My father's hand lashed out, a sharp, stinging slap across my cheek. I recoiled, my face burning, the taste of blood in my mouth. "You will not question us! You will do your duty! You leave tomorrow!"

"No, Father, please!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I'll do anything else! Anything!"

He glared at me, his eyes colder than ice. "You're misunderstanding, Gabriella. You won't be a Breeder for a random Alpha."

A tiny, desperate spark of hope flickered within me. "I won't?"

My mother spoke, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. "No, dear. There are four Alphas already chosen as potential successors. It's not random at all."

My hope died, replaced by a fresh wave of terror. It was still the same dreadful fate. Just not random. "So... I'll be assigned to one of them?"

My parents exchanged a quick, uneasy glance. My father's jaw was tight. The envoy watched us, his expression unreadable.

"What is it then?" I asked, my head spinning, feeling faint.

My mother took a deep, shaky breath, her gaze fixed on the table. "Gabriella, you won't be a Breeder to one of the Alphas." She paused, and the silence stretched again, agonizingly. "You'll be a Breeder to... all four."

"All four?" The words echoed in my head, a horrifying, impossible sound. My parents were selling me to four men? I'd have to... with four different men?

"No!" The word tore from my throat, a desperate, raw scream.

Another sharp blow landed on my cheek, harder this time. The physical pain was nothing compared to the terror flooding my soul. I couldn't do this. I couldn't. I pushed back from the table, scrambling to my feet, my chair scraping loudly against the floor.

"I won't!" I choked out, backing away, my eyes wide with panic. "You can't make me!"

My father's face contorted in a snarl. "You will obey, you ungrateful whelp!" He snapped his fingers, a sharp, decisive sound.

The envoy, who had been a silent statue until now, moved with terrifying speed. In an instant, he was between me and the door, blocking my only escape. His hand, surprisingly strong, clamped around my arm, his grip like iron. I gasped, struggling against him, but he didn't budge. He pulled me forward, his other hand reaching for my mouth, silencing my desperate cries.

The world began to spin, not from fainting this time, but from the sheer force of his grip, the terrifying reality of being dragged away, my parents watching, unmoving. My vision blurred, not from tears, but from the sudden, overwhelming darkness consuming me as I let myself fall towards it.