A breeder for the Alphas

03

***JASMINE’S POV***

I kneel before the graves of my beloved parents and siblings, my heart heavy with grief.

Tears stream down my face. The cemetery is quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional distant rumble of thunder.

"I miss you all so much," I whisper, my voice choking with sorrow. "Every day without you feels like an eternity. I can't bear this pain any longer."

As if in response, a gust of wind sweeps through the graveyard, causing the flowers I placed on their graves to sway gently. It feels like a gentle caress, a sign that they are watching over me.

"I need your guidance now more than ever," I say, my voice stronger.

"I must seek revenge for the injustice that was done to our family and our pack. I won't rest until those responsible pay for their actions."

I know it won't be an easy journey, but I am willing to go to any lengths to avenge the lives stolen from us. I clench my fists, feeling a surge of determination course through my veins.

"I promise you, I won't let your deaths be in vain," I vow, my voice rising. "I will make them pay.”

I remember my aunt's face when I was shocked at how much the midnight pack was offering.

She had let out a heavy sigh. "I know, Jasmine," she admits, “It’s a lot.”

A mix of emotions swirl within me, anger and a begrudging understanding. I close my eyes, trying to steady my racing thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and meet my aunt's gaze. "Fine, I'll do it. But I won't forget what they did, Auntie.”

“What do you mean” she asks

"It's not just about the money. For years, I've been trying to find a way to get into the Midnight Pack, to infiltrate the pack. But they're a tightly knit pack, and they don't trust outsiders easily. This might be my only chance to get close to them and seek the revenge I've been longing for."

She had sighed heavily, her face etched with concern. She gestures for me to sit down, her voice filled with a mix of love and worry.

"Jas, I understand how much you want revenge," she says, her voice gentle but firm. "But going there with the sole intention of revenge is like walking into the lion's den. It's dangerous, and it could put both of us in harm's way."

I take a seat, feeling the weight of her words sink in. She is always the voice of reason. Her wisdom has kept us safe all these years. But the desire for vengeance burns deep within me, fueling my every thought and action.

"I know it's risky, Auntie," I reply. "But I can't let them get away with what they've done. I can't just sit idly by while they roam freely, knowing the pain they've caused us. I have to do something."

Her gaze had softened, and she reached out to place a comforting hand on mine.

"I understand your pain, Jas," she says, her voice filled with empathy.

"But revenge won't bring back what we've lost. It won't heal the wounds in our hearts."

“You're going there as a breeder," she says, her voice filled with worry.

"You'd just be seen as a doll to them, someone they sleep with. What if you lose yourself in the process? What if revenge consumes you, and you lose sight of who you are?"

"I don't care," I responded, my voice resolute. "I'm willing to sacrifice my pride as a woman if it means I can finally get the revenge I've been seeking for so long. Nothing else matters to me right now."

Her eyes widened, her voice filled with concern. "Jas," she calls my name, her tone pleading. But I interrupt her,

"I need some time alone," I say, cutting her off. "Can I go for a stroll? Clear my head?"

She sighs, "Yes, you can," she replies, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"But promise me, Jasmine, that you'll be careful. Never forget that your parents and siblings laid down their lives for you. The only thing I can do for them now is to keep you safe."

Nodding in understanding, I offer her a small smile,

"I'll be careful, Auntie," I assure her. "And I promise to always remember the sacrifice they made for me."

Leaving the bar, I came to the cemetery. The place that holds the memories of those I have lost.

I stand up from my kneeling position, my laughter echoing through the cemetery like the cawing of a madwoman. It's a strange mix of emotions, a cocktail of despair, determination, and a touch of insanity. Tears still stream down my face, but amidst the sobs, I manage to squeal out my words.

"Can you believe it, Mom, Dad?" I exclaim, my voice cracked and trembling. "The audacity of those people, somehow…somehow, I fit all their criteria!"

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I continue to speak to the graves.

"I'm a runaway orphan, not belonging to any pack," I say, "I'm not a virgin, and I'll be 'used' whenever they want me. And the age requirement?Twenty to twenty five, I fall right into that bracket. They want women who are ready to bear children, and I'm ready."

A shudder runs through me as I mention the degrading nature of the job, knowing that no normal woman would willingly accept such a fate. But for me, it's different. I have a burning desire for revenge, and I am willing to sacrifice my own dignity to achieve it.

"I know it's a degrading role, one that no woman should have to accept," I confess, my voice filled with resignation. "But it's a path I have chosen, a means to an end. I'll take this job, infiltrate their twisted system, and tear it down from the inside. No one else should have to suffer like we did."

Standing tall, I brush off the dirt from my hands and fix my gaze on the graves before me.

"I've memorized the location for the interview tomorrow," I inform them. "Wish me luck, Mom, Dad. I'll make you proud. I'll bring justice to our family, no matter the cost."

I make my way back to the bar, my mind consumed with thoughts of revenge, I notice a crowd gathering at the twin square.

Curiosity overtakes me, and I approach the group, eager to find out the cause of their commotion. Their attention is focused on a flier, conspicuously displayed on a tree, and their voices fill the air with disdain and disbelief.

"They must be out of their minds!" someone exclaims, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I can't believe the audacity of the Midnight pack," another person chimes in. "How can they even think of putting out such a shameless job request?"

I lean in closer to get a better look at the flier. The words on the paper confirm what I already know. It was the same flier I had.

A woman nearby shakes her head, her eyes narrowing. "No sane woman in her right mind would ever consider such a degrading offer," she remarks, her tone dripping with contempt.

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and without a second thought, I raise my voice, surprising everyone around me.

"Well, I would take it!" I declare boldly, my voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. Gasps fill the air as all eyes turn to look at me, their expressions a mix of disbelief and confusion.

"What? Are you crazy?" someone blurts out, their voice laced with incredulity.

“Oh yes, I am.”

My smile widens, unwavering in the face of their disbelief, disapproving stares and hushed whispers.