A Breeder For Four Alphas

Three

Chapter three

Gabriella pov

The cloaked figure's finger pointed directly at me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. All the other girls in the carriage gasped, some whispering, some staring with wide, fearful eyes. I felt a cold dread spread through me. Why me? What did he want?

Before I could even think, the carriage door slid open. The cloaked figure stepped back, revealing a path to a small, dark building nestled deeper in the woods.

Another guard, equally stern, appeared at the door.

"Gabriella Colton," he announced, his voice flat. "You are to proceed to the main hall for your initial interview with King Gene."

My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to stand. The other girls parted, their gazes following me, a mix of pity and relief that it wasn't them. I stepped off the train, the cold forest air hitting me, sharp and unwelcoming. The guard led me away, deeper into the silent, ancient woods.

The main hall was less grand than I expected. It was a large, circular room, carved from dark stone, with a single, high window letting in a sliver of light. At the far end, on a raised platform, sat a man on a simple, yet imposing, throne. King Gene. He was older than I imagined, with sharp eyes that seemed to see right through me.

"Gabriella Colton," King Gene's voice boomed, echoing in the stone room. "Approach."

I walked forward, my head held high, trying to hide the tremor in my hands. I saw other girls, already seated along the walls, their faces pale, their eyes downcast. They looked terrified.

"Tell me, Miss Colton," King Gene began, his gaze piercing. "Why are you here?"

The question hung in the air. I could lie, pretend I was honored, eager. But the words caught in my throat. The slap, the envoy's grip, my parents' cold faces – it all flashed through my mind.

"I'm here," I said, my voice surprisingly steady, "because my parents sold me. To pay off their debts."

A ripple went through the seated girls. King Gene's eyebrows, thick and grey, rose slightly. He leaned forward, a flicker of something I couldn't quite place in his eyes. Curiosity? Amusement?

"And how do you feel about that, Miss Colton?" he asked, his voice softer now.

I took a deep breath. "I feel... disgusted. Humiliated. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be a breeder for anyone, let alone four Alphas I don't know." My voice grew stronger with each word, the truth pouring out. "I was forced. I have no choice."

The room was silent. The other girls looked shocked, some even horrified. I expected King Gene to be furious, to dismiss me immediately. But he just stared, a strange smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Interesting," he murmured, leaning back. "Very interesting. Most girls come here full of false smiles and empty promises. Your honesty, Miss Colton, is... refreshing." He paused, then waved a hand. "You are dismissed from this interview. Proceed to the medical examination wing. A guard will show you the way."

I blinked. Dismissed? But not rejected? I was confused, but I didn't argue. A guard appeared, gesturing for me to follow. As I walked past the other girls, I could feel their stares, their whispers.

She spoke her mind? And she's still going to the next round?

The medical examination wing was a maze of sterile corridors. My mind was a jumble of emotions – relief that I hadn't been immediately thrown out, confusion over King Gene's reaction, and a growing sense of dread for what the medical examination would entail.

Lost in my thoughts, I wasn't watching where I was going. I rounded a corner, head down, and slammed straight into someone.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I gasped, stumbling back.

I just mumbled another apology and hurried past them, my composure completely shattered. They probably thought I was an i***t.

The guard led me into a stark white room. "Strip down," he ordered, pointing to a thin, rough gown on a table. "The doctor will be with you shortly."

My heart pounded. This was it. The medical examination. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I reached for the gown. What would they find? What did "unique anatomy" even mean? The thought sent a fresh wave of dread through me. I slowly undressed, my body feeling exposed and vulnerable in the cold, sterile air. I pulled on the gown, tying the flimsy strings at the back, feeling utterly ridiculous.

Minutes stretched into an eternity. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the frantic beat of my own heart. Then, the door opened.

A tall, imposing woman with sharp, intelligent eyes and a no-nonsense expression walked in. She wore a pristine white coat, a stethoscope around her neck. "Gabriella Colton," she stated, her voice crisp. "I am Doctor Anya. Please lie on the examination table."

I obeyed, my body stiff with apprehension. She began her examination, her touch professional but firm. She pressed, prodded, and listened, her face giving nothing away. I held my breath, waiting for some sign, some word.

Finally, she straightened up, her expression unreadable. She looked at me, then back at her notes, a faint frown creasing her brow. She repeated a few measurements, her movements precise, her silence unnerving.

Then, she looked at me again, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Miss Colton," she said, her voice low, "your anatomy is... quite unique. I've never seen anything quite like it."

My breath hitched. "Unique? What... what does that mean?"

“The Alphas will be so happy to meet you, you are the one they have been waiting for…... .they will be thrilled” she herself was grinning.

“What are you talking about, what are you seeing?” I looked confused more than ever.

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she picked up a small, metallic device, her gaze still fixed on me. A strange, almost excited, glint appeared in her eyes.

"It means, Miss Colton," she finally said, a slow, unsettling smile spreading across her face, "that you are far more...capable... than anyone could have possibly imagined."