A breeder for the Alphas

05

JASMINE’S POV***

Her face blanches, and she stares at him. “Get the hell out of here” he repeats. She quickly retreats from the room slamming the door behind her.

“I hope no other person is under the delusion that a breeder will find love here.”

The room falls into a heavy silence as one of the girls, who appeared delicate and frail, musters the courage to ask another question.

"Can I be part of the pack after childbirth?" she inquires, her voice barely above a whisper.

He sneers at her, "No, you can't be part of the pack," he retorts coldly.

"Your child will belong to us, to the pack. You will sell the child to us, and membership to the pack cannot be bargained."

Her face falls, disappointment etched on her face. Without another word, she gathers her belongings and exits the room.

Now, only the brunette and I remain seated, our eyes fixed on him. He stares at us intently, his scrutiny piercing.

I hold my breath, not knowing what to expect.

“Both of you stand.” We did as he said immediately

Without bothering to ask our names, he addresses the blonde haired girl. "Blonde hair," he calls her, his tone cold. "Why are you here, why do you want to be a breeder?"

Her response is swift and straightforward. "I..I am here for the money," she states plainly. It's a practical and straightforward answer, and she didn’t add anything further.

He turns his attention to me, his gaze piercing through my defenses. "Redhead," he says, his tone commanding. "Why are you here?"

I meet his gaze head-on, refusing to show any signs of weakness. "I am here for the money," I reply, my voice firm and resolute.

He studies us for a moment, his eyes lingering on each of us. I hold my ground, defiant glaring at him. After what feels like an eternity, he makes his decision.

"Redhead, you can stay," he says finally. The Blondie, however, is not as fortunate. "Blonde hair," he continues, his tone dismissive. "I can sense your fear, you’re trembling. Only strong people can take on this job, you won't last long here. Leave."

Without hesitation, She exits the room, leaving only me behind. The door closes behind her and I let out my breath. I didn't realize I was holding it. Relief, determination and resolve wash over me; I got into the Pack, the almighty Midnight pack.

He comes closer to me; I stand frozen in place, my heart pounding against my chest, as he looms over me,

My eyes trace his towering figure as he walks in a slow, deliberate circle around me, each step sending shivers down my spine. Now that he's close, I can see his face clearly, the face I hate the most.

A sinister smirk tugs at the corners of his thin, cruel lips.

His cold eyes pierce through my soul, as if searching for any sign of weakness, like a predator sizing up its prey, like a predator toying with its helpless victim.

He continues to circle me, his movements deliberate, calculated

I'm Tristan," he says suddenly, his voice flat. His name rolls off his tongue with an air of authority.

"Jasmine," I reply, my voice steady despite the nerves that flutter within me.

"Come with me," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. I follow him as he leads the way to the grand mansion that looms before us.

The sheer size of the estate is stunning.

"I live here with my brothers," Tristan says without sparing me a glance. His words are curt.

He calls out to a figure standing nearby, a man who appears to be the butler. "Raymond, take her to her room. I will introduce her to my brothers later."

I follow the butler, Raymond, as he leads me through the sprawling mansion.

The corridors are adorned with exquisite artwork, the walls painted with delicate murals. The soft light of chandeliers casts an enchanting glow, illuminating the way.

We arrive at a door and he opens it. “This is your room,” he says. I step into the large room carefully designed to evoke both elegance and comfort.

The walls are painted pink, adorned with tasteful artwork that adds a touch of sophistication.

A large bed stands proudly in the center of the room. The bedding is of the finest quality, inviting me to sink into it.

The room boasts a spacious sitting area, complete with plush armchairs and a small coffee table. A window bathes the room in natural light. The air is scented with the fragrance of fresh flowers.

I take my bath in the bathroom and change into my night wear to sleep.

I am drifting off to sleep when I feel a palm on my lap caressing it. I sit up trying to know what’s happening and how he entered my room when I feel warm wet lips kissing my neck. I moaned softly, surprised by the sensation.

I feel a hand taking of the straps of my night dress exposing my round, perky breasts. I feel embarrassed by how hard my n*****s are and how aroused I am.

I moaned as the hand teased and fondle my n*****s, sending waves of pleasure through

“Who…” I try asking when I feel the hand on my thighs touch my pants rubbing my wetness against the fabric. A sudden surge of desire courses through me and I moan loudly, opening my legs wider. There were three men in my room.

The hand on my n*****s tear off my nightwear throwing it to the floor. His mouth is on my boobs sucking. I held his hair bringing the mouth closer.

I moan arching my back as the hand on my c**t strokes it in circular motion, I gasp as he inserts one finger into my p***y writhing in pleasure. I try to close my legs but he holds it in place inserting the second finger. His fingers delved deeper and I felt a sweet pressure building, intensifying with every skilled thrust.

The rhythm of his movements synchronized with the erratic beats of my heart, drives me to the brink of delirium.

He picks me up and places me at the edge of the bed and parts my legs, shoving his length into me. I gasp at the size trying to adjust to the huge d**k when I feel another’s hand open my mouth.

I clung to the one with his d**k in my dripping p***y, my fingers digging into his shoulders, as he eased himself inside, giving me no time to adjust to the exquisite fullness that engulfed me.

I took a deep breath, surrendering to the delicious sensation of him stretching me, filling me with a length I hadn’t imagined before.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I adjusted slightly, allowing him to find the perfect angle, to do whatever he wanted to me.

The third person kneels before me and puts his d**k in my mouth. He began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He groaned as I began to suck on him, my mouth warm and wet, my tongue swirling around the head of his d**k.

I hold his balls massaging it and he thrusts his hips forward, wanting more. I look up, unable to see anything since it’s pitch black in the room, my lips still wrapped around his shaft, moaning in pleasure.

He holds my hair guiding my head up and down, faster as I continue to suck him off. With one final thrust, he exploded into her mouth, his hot seed spilling down her throat

The third person’s lips close around my sensitive n****e, sending an electrifying jolt of pleasure coursing through my body.

The exquisite sensation, a blend of warmth and wetness, radiated from the center of my chest, spreading like a wildfire of desire.

I arched my back instinctively, offering myself to him, as his skilled tongue swirled and flicked against the pebbled peak of my breast. Each flicker of his tongue unleashed a cascade of sensations, an intoxicating mix of tingling and throbbing.

My muffled moans echoed through the room trying to escape my lips but I had d**k in my mouth. They were a symphony of pleasure, a sweet melody that echoed my surrender to the overwhelming ecstasy consuming me.

His mouth is a masterpiece, as he alternates between gentle suction and teasing nibbles, driving me to the edge of blissful madness.

The world around us ceased to exist as my senses surrendered to the intoxicating dance between his lips and my sensitive flesh.

Each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck, sent ripples of pleasure cascading through my entire being. I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him closer, my body trembled with an insatiable hunger.

I can feel my p***y around the huge d**k inside me as I twist and moan in pleasure. My moans echoing off the walls of the room

He began to thrust in and out of me suppressing his moans and giving me no room to breathe. The sensation is incredible, and I could feel myself building towards orgasm.

We moved together, a rhythm that emerged naturally. With each deliberate thrust, his movements brought me closer to the edge.

I pushed back against him, my body writhing in pleasure as he f****d me hard. The world around me fades and I give in.

I could feel the pleasure building inside of me as he thrusts me harder and faster increasing the tempo.

I couldn't hold on any longer and shake in orgasm when he fills me with c*m.