The Alpha's Human Contracted Breeder

Chapter 4

Kaelen's POV

I was hard as f**k, way too painfully hard that I hated myself for not having self-control over some b***h that had the guts to play me. How bold and stupid of her.

My c**k strained against the towel wrapped around my waist, and I clenched my jaw so tight I thought my teeth might shatter. The sight of her naked body…those perfect, small breasts with rosy n*****s, that tiny waist flaring out to curved hips, and that neatly trimmed p***y that looked so f*****g tight had my wolf howling inside me, demanding I take her right there on the floor.

I ran a hand through my damp hair, droplets of water still running down my chest and abs.

I had come here to trace a rat who was sent from my Uncle to steal the Jade Key from me. The bastard had been working for me for six months, made a good spy, and thought I was stupid. What he didn't know was that I had injected a micro-tracker in his blood that not even his wolf could destroy during his shift.

For months, that piece of s**t told my Uncle every damn information about me. I made him my next in command, tossing my Beta to the side who was so disappointed and pained about it. Damon was my best friend and he should have known better that I had a f*****g mission that lasted for months. I wasn't going to explain my plan to anyone, not even him. I needed everyone's reactions to be genuine, even my most trusted circle.

The bastard took the key off my neck after making me drunk, or at least he thought he had. I'd been faking it the entire time, letting him believe he'd succeeded. Then I told my Beta to track the bastard which led us here, to this nightclub in Silver Clone. He was ready to send the key to my Uncle, the only key Dad gave me to protect the family heirloom.

My fingers touched the jade stone hanging around my neck, feeling its smooth surface against my skin. It was more than just jewelry…. it was a key to a sacred box that contained our lifeline meant for the royal family. They killed my father because of it. My grandfather died from it too and my father trained me for years, and I thought he was wicked. I never knew he was preparing me to see trails of demons who pretended to be family.

I killed my next in command personally, slicing his throat and watching the light fade from his eyes. I ordered for his body to be chopped into pieces and called my uncle to come get his favorite person, saying he was with the key. The old bastard would be in for a surprise when he opened that package.

After that, I needed to clear my head with a good drink and went to Reinsert Gold Bar. It was the best in Silver Clone Pack, and we crashed here always after every business transaction with investors based here. I drank something good, A top-shelf whiskey that burned all the way down – and I needed to f**k. My wolf would go into turmoil if I didn't f*****g get into the heat.

And then I saw her.

Midnight black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink. The greenest eyes I'd ever seen, like emeralds under the club's lights. She moved with purpose, focusing on her work and not thirsty over me like the others had been. She was diligent with work but sad, a melancholy in those beautiful eyes that made me want to know what put it there. And I badly wanted to ruin that good-girl mood into a bad-girl one before I left for my Pack.

So I ordered for her to serve me, but she shocked me. She called me an asshole and wiggled that sexy ass that made my c**k jump every time I saw it. Wow! She broke the rule of "I get what I want," and I ordered for another to warm my bed.

So why the f**k was she here now, making me painfully hard and naked in my suite?

I turned my back to her, muscles tensing as I fought for control. "Get out," I repeated, my voice rougher than I intended. Not because I didn't want to sink my c**k inside her tight cunt, f**k, I knew she'd be pretty tight just by looking at her but because my ego was way too important. I'm the Lycan King and no one f*****g defies me.

"Get out," I repeated, louder this time, my voice bouncing off the walls of the suite.

"No," she said, her voice small but determined.

That made my nose flare in anger. I turned to yell at her, to remind her who the f**k she was talking to, but the words died in my throat when I saw her break down crying. Her naked body trembled as sobs wracked her small frame, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto her perfect breasts.

"You have to f**k me!" she cried, her voice desperate and broken. Goddess, did she know she was getting me harder with every word? "I need to do this or my mother will die. I need you... please!"

She fell to her knees on the plush carpet, her head bowed as she continued to sob. Her black hair fell around her face like a curtain, and her shoulders shook with the force of her cries. I've never felt so confused in my life. My wolf was scratching at the surface, wanting to comfort her and claim her at the same time.

My phone rang right then, vibrating on the nightstand beside the bed. I picked it up, my eyes never leaving the naked, crying woman on my floor. It was Gerlock, my Gamma, his voice tight with concern.

"Alpha, your mother is spiraling again. She's having another panic attack."

My world became blur instantly. The beautiful woman kneeling before me faded into the background as worry for my mother consumed me. Since my father's death, these attacks had become more frequent, more severe.

"I took her to the hospital," Gerlock continued. "The doctors are with her now, but she's asking for you."

"Put her on," I demanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. No one could calm her like I could. No one could f*****g calm my mother when she started her disorder.

There was shuffling on the other end, and then I heard my mother's labored breathing. "Kae... Kaelen?" Her voice was weak, fragile like glass.

"Mom, it's me," I said, softening my tone immediately. "I need you to breathe with me, okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth."

I demonstrated, taking a deep breath myself, and I could hear her trying to follow along. "That's it," I encouraged. "Again. In... and out."

After a few minutes of this, her breathing stabilized somewhat. "I'm coming home," I told her firmly. "And you must not go anywhere, understand? I'll be there as soon as possible."

"I'm tired, Kaelen," she whispered, and my blood ran cold. I knew what she meant. She'd tried to take her own life twice since my father died.

"Don't you f*****g dare," I growled, my voice shaking with emotion. "Don't you dare try it. I'm coming home, and..."

My eyes fell on the woman still kneeling on my floor, her green eyes now looking up at me with confusion mixed with her tears. Something clicked in my mind – a crazy, impulsive idea that might just work.

"I'm bringing a wife," I said suddenly, watching as the woman's eyes widened in shock. "You'll love her, Mom. And we'll give you those grandchildren you've always wanted."

There was silence on the other end, and for a moment I thought I'd lost her. Then I heard a soft gasp.

"Really?" Her voice sounded stronger already, hope replacing the despair that had been there moments before. "You've found your mate?"

"Something like that," I said vaguely, not wanting to lie outright but needing to keep her spirits up. "Just wait until you meet her."

"Oh, Kaelen!" The happiness in her voice was worth the insanity of what I was proposing. "I'll tell everyone! The Pack needs to prepare a celebration!"

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips.

"Sure, Mom. Whatever makes you happy. We'll be home soon," I said before ending the call.

I turned my full attention back to the woman whose name I didn't even know, still naked and confused on my floor. Her tears had slowed, and she was staring at me with those stunning green eyes, clearly trying to make sense of what she'd just heard.

"Put on your clothes," I ordered, my voice firm but not as harsh as before. "We have another thing to do."

She blinked at me, not moving. "What…"

I walked closer to her, my towel still dangerously low on my hips. I crouched down so we were at eye level, and I could see the gold flecks in her green irises, the long lashes still wet with tears.

"You're getting married to me," I stated, watching as confusion washed over her face. “You'll be my breeder instead, not just my slut….so pack your s**t and come with me. We are leaving.”

"What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't…you don't understand why I'm…."

I reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact with me. Her skin was soft under my touch, and I felt that strange pull again…. the one I'd felt when I first saw her in the club.

“No one f*****g argues with me Green, don't worry…I'll pay you” And with that, I wore my clothes and called my men, coming to Silver Clone wasn't bad