A Breeder For Four Alphas

Four

Chapter 4

Gabriella's Pov

"Capable... than anyone could have possibly imagined." Doctor Anya's words echoed in my head, leaving me with a mix of fear and confusion. What did she mean? What was so unique about me? Before I could ask, she simply nodded, a strange, knowing look on her face, and dismissed me.

I quickly redressed, my hands still trembling, and hurried out of the sterile room. The guard was waiting. "You're done here," he said, his voice flat. "You can wait with the others for the final announcement."

Relief washed over me. Done. I just wanted to get away from this place, from the cold stares and the unsettling words. I followed the guard down a different corridor, my mind still reeling.

As I was about to turn a corner, a voice called out, "Miss Colton! Just a moment, please!"

I stopped, my heart sinking. What now? I turned to see a man in a white coat hurrying towards me. He was tall, with jet-black hair that fell playfully across his forehead, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked younger than Doctor Anya, almost too young to be a doctor.

"I'm Doctor Rhael," he said, a charming smile on his face. "Just one more quick test for you, Miss Colton. A... fertility assessment."

My brow furrowed. "Fertility assessment? What does that involve?" I had no idea what he meant.

He chuckled, a low, teasing sound. "Oh, nothing to worry your pretty head about. Just a simple procedure. Come this way." He gestured to a small, dimly lit room.

A knot of unease tightened in my stomach, but I followed him. The room was bare, with only a narrow examination table in the center.

"Alright, Miss Colton," he said, his smile unwavering, but his eyes held a strange intensity. "Please, strip down. We need to ensure everything is... in perfect working order."

My eyes widened. "Strip down? Again?" My voice was barely a whisper. "But... Doctor Anya just finished my examination."

"Ah, but this is different," he purred, stepping closer.

"This is about your potential. We need to be very thorough." He reached out, his fingers brushing my arm.

A jolt of pure discomfort shot through me. This felt wrong. Very wrong. His touch was not professional; it was... invasive. My instincts screamed at me.

"No!" I said, my voice suddenly firm, pushing his hand away. "I won't. I refuse. This isn't right!"

He paused, his smile faltering for a split second, replaced by a flicker of surprise. "Now, now, Miss Colton. Don't be difficult. It's for the King."

“I am not stripping down again, not after I was told I was done” I yelled at him

“The king won't be happy you are refusing his command” he smirked at me like he was enjoying my predicament.

"I don't care!" I cried, my voice rising. "I refuse! I'm leaving!" I turned and stormed out of the room, my heart pounding, a mix of anger and humiliation burning in my cheeks.

As I burst back into the corridor, I heard a burst of laughter from behind me. I spun around. Doctor Rhael was leaning against the doorframe, no longer in a white coat, but in fine, dark clothes. He was laughing, a deep, rich sound, and beside him stood the dark-haired man from earlier, the one who called me clumsy, also chuckling.

"Oh, you should have seen your face!" the Doctor gasped, wiping a tear from his eye. "Absolutely priceless!"

My blood ran cold. "You... you're not a doctor!" I accused, my voice trembling with rage.

He just grinned, a mischievous, unrepentant grin. "Nope! Just having a bit of fun. Name's Rhael, actually."

Rhael. The name hit me. He was one of them. One of the Alphas. My face burned with shame and fury. He had tricked me, humiliated me, and now he was mocking me.

I found my way to a large waiting area, filled with the other contestants. My face was flushed, my hair probably a mess. I could feel their stares, their whispers.

She caused a scene. She refused the doctor. She's definitely out. I heard snippets: "So rude," "Utterly stupid," "She'll never be chosen." My reputation was ruined. I was assured I would be rejected.

Hours later, King Gene himself appeared in the hall, his presence commanding silence. He held a scroll in his hand. My heart pounded, a dull, heavy thud. This was it. The announcement. I braced myself for the inevitable rejection, for the shame of returning home, for my parents' fury.

He began to read names, one by one, of the girls who were not chosen. Each name was met with a quiet sob or a slumped shoulder. My name wasn't called. I held my breath, waiting for the final, crushing blow.

Then, King Gene cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the remaining girls, finally landing on me.

"And the chosen Breeder for the four prospective Alpha Kings is..." he paused, the silence stretching, agonizing. "...Gabriella Colton."

My world tilted. My name? It couldn't be. I looked around, bewildered. The other girls gasped, some openly weeping, others staring at me with disbelief and resentment. I was chosen? Me? The girl who spoke her mind, who refused a doctor, who was called stupid?

“But……” how the hell was I chosen, I can see other beautiful ladies here that have more potential than I am.

“My sons will be happy to meet you” the king smiled at my house

Heartbreak settled deep in my chest. This wasn't a victory. This was the end of my freedom. But then, a small, desperate thought surfaced.

This is it. This is the only way out. Bear a child, get the reward, and then I'm free from my parents forever. It was a bitter pill, but a path to freedom, however twisted. I reluctantly accepted my fate.

Words were sent to the Colton's, and I could almost picture their elated faces. The reward, a substantial sum, would be given to them after I bore an heir for any of the four prospective Alphas. My body, my future, my very purpose, had been decided.

A guard stepped forward, his hand on my arm. "Come, Miss Colton. Your room has been prepared. You have a long list of the Pack's etiquette to study, and then you must prepare to meet the four Alphas."

My heart pounded, a frantic drum against my ribs. My room. The Alphas. The reality of it all crashed down on me, heavy and suffocating. I was no longer Gabriella Colton, daughter of Alpha Howard. I was the Breeder. A pawn. A vessel.