A breeder for the Alphas

04

JASMINE'S POV***

I stand in our little apartment ready to leave, the morning light gently filtering through the curtains.

My aunt stands before me, her eyes brimming with tears. She holds my hand trying hard not to cry.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart and not cry too.

"Jasmine, you don't have to go anywhere or do any work. I'm sorry for showing you that flier, Just listen to me and stay okay." She says her voice quivering

I can see the worry etched across her face.

“Come here,” she says, stretching out her arms tentatively, unsure if I would accept her embrace.

I step forward, closing the distance between us, and wrap my arms around her.

I can feel her body trembling as she squeezes me tightly. I know she is crying now.

Her voice cracks with emotion as she speaks, "Jasmine, you don't understand. The dangers... the risks. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

I smile, trying to infuse confidence in my voice. "I'd be fine, Auntie. I'm not a baby anymore. I can take care of myself."

She loosens her grip slightly, looking into my eyes. "I know you're strong, my dear. But this...it’s not going to be easy. Promise me you'll be careful, promise me you won’t go around trying to get revenge."

I nod,"I promise, Auntie. I'll be cautious. I won't take unnecessary risks."

Reluctantly, she loosens her grip and releases me. I take a step back, feeling a strange mixture of determination and apprehension. It’s the first time I’d be leaving her but I’ve been waiting all my life to get this opportunity, I won’t let her talk me out of it.

I turn away from her, my gaze fixed on the door. My footsteps echo softly in the apartment as I make my way towards it.

The early morning air greets me as I step outside, I pull out the flier from my pocket, studying the map printed on it.

It's my only guide, my only clue to finding the Midnight Pack. The pack has always been shrouded in secrecy, and I didn’t know much about it.

I glance back one last time waving at my Auntie. She stands by the door, her eyes glistening with tears, her figure growing smaller in the distance.

I reach the grand estate by midday and approach the two guards that stand watch at the gate.

“What do you want,” one of them asks, his eyes scanning me up and down.

"I'm here for this job." I say holding up the flier

They exchange glances, laughing and sizing me up their skeptical eyes. Undeterred, I hold my ground,

"Come with me," one of the guards finally says, motioning for me to follow him.

I trail behind him as we make our way to a small building situated near the gate. He opens the door and gestures for me to enter. "Go inside and wait."

I step into the room and find several women already seated chatting and laughing.

They are around my age. They too must have come for the job I think.

The table in the center of the room is filled with food and drinks. Laughter and conversations fill the room as the women eat and chat, like they were at a party.

I find an empty seat and settle down, choosing to

keep to myself. The women's voices rise and fall in excitement and anticipation. I overhear snippets of their conversations.

"The men of the Midnight Pack are hot," one of the women says, a giggle escaping her lips as she leans towards the girl beside her.

“I hear they are beasts in bed,” the other girl says with a twinkle in her eyes. They exchange knowing glances, their laughter tinged with mischief.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, focusing my attention on my own thoughts instead.

I purposefully avoid the food laid out on the table and I have no interest in engaging in idle chatter or forming fleeting connections with any of them.

More women trickled into the room after me, they were all here for the position.

I close my eyes and sit there waiting patiently. The conversations around me continue, a constant hum in the background.

After about an hour of waiting I hear someone say. “He’s here”

I open my eyes and see him. He enters the room with an aura of confidence, his tall frame and striking features causing gasps and whispers to ripple through the women.

He looks like a character from the pages of a manga, his step calculated and careful like a model.

I hear a girl mutter, "How handsome," a hint of adoration in her voice. But my heart doesn't flutter with admiration. Instead, rage courses through my veins.

It's the same face, the face that brought devastation into my life, the face that took away my brother, my family and my pack.

My grip tightens on the edge of the seat, my nails digging into the fabric. I struggle to maintain control over the storm of emotions brewing within me.

"Control, Jasmine," I whisper to myself.

It has been ten long years since the m******e that shattered my family, since his father wiped out everything I held dear. But seeing his son, bearing the exact same face, stirs up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Bloodlust swirls within me, an uncontrollable urge to seek vengeance. It takes all my strength to quell the fury that threatens to consume me.

“Everyone, sit!" he barks, his voice cutting through the room. The girls who were standing quickly scurry to their seats. His words hang heavy in the air, his tone laced with disdain.

"I didn't expect so many useless women to show up for this job," he continues, his gaze sweeping across the room, sizing up each one of us.

I feel a flicker of anger, but I swallow it down, reminding myself to remain composed.

"I hope you all meet the criteria stated. If you don't, leave immediately. A background check will be conducted, and anyone caught will be severely punished." He continues, his eyes drilling into each of us as if searching for any sign of inadequacy.

The room falls into an uneasy silence, the tension high.

“Are you aware of the consequences that await those who fail to meet the requirements? The severity of the punishment? he asks.

Without hesitation, about twelve girls stand up and leave, their faces a mix of disappointment and resignation.

I remain seated and watch their retreating figure as they close the door. I straighten my posture and steal a glance at the man who stands before us, his gaze intense and unyielding.

His eyes narrow in surprise as he takes in the number of girls still seated. He clears his throat, his voice cold and commanding.

"I hope you understand the nature of the job," he says, his tone a mix of warning and disdain.

"You'd be a breeder. There will be no pampering like you’re some royal female or a child bearer. You will be expected to do your work properly.

Here you are just an animal that can get called anytime for s*x and when you are called upon, you cannot refuse. Do you understand?"

Some of the girls shift uncomfortably in their seats, clearly uncomfortable with what he said.

He continues, his voice devoid of warmth, "You won't be part of the Midnight pack, since you're just a breeder. And you cannot use the name of the pack when you're in trouble. You will forever remain an outsider."

Four girls, rise from the their seats, their faces pale,

hastily make their way towards the exit fleeing from the room.

He further emphasizes our role, stating that we will serve not just one man, but three. “You might be fooling yourself thinking that as a breeder you’d be with one man but that’s a lie; You’re to serve three men and you must always be available.”

His words sink in, and I steel myself against the surge of emotions that threaten to overwhelm me.

A girl among us raises her hand timidly, her voice filled with uncertainty. "What if one of the men were to... fall in love with me?" she asks, her words laced with hope.

He moves swiftly towards her, towering over her with his intimidating presence. His voice booms, devoid of sympathy or understanding.

"Get out," he barks,