His Breeder His Mate

A New Command

Susan's pov

It was the pain of rejection that forced me awake.

The room was brightened by the morning sun spilling through the kitchen window, but it seemed far away, as though it couldn't get to me, and it made me realize that this was a new day of more hatred.

I wanted to concentrate, but Victor's harsh rejection, the mocking, laughter and the odd man who had rescued me vanished as fast as I set my eyes on the dirty dishes in the sink and the kitchen smelling like there were thousands of rats that had died.

I tried to push it all away, but they were all reminders of what had happened the night before, and they still weighed heavily on me.

I concentrated on cleaning the dishes using a bit too much force in the hopes that the movement would help me forget about it.

But despite my best efforts, my mind kept returning to him—my mate and the man who had saved my life—his eyes lingering on me in a way I couldn't get out of.

I was startled by the sound of a knock at the door which broke through my thoughts.

I didn't know who it might be and my stomach turned.

I didn't think anyone would want anything to do with me after last night's humiliation.

I reluctantly went to the door after wiping my hands on the dishtowel. I froze when I opened it.

A man stood there, and I gasped for air when his dark eyes locked with mine.

He was tall, commanding and had a somber face.

I didn't know who this person was and I had never seen him in the pack before.

“Are you ready?” he said in a steady low voice. “Your presence is requested by the Lycan King. You are his breeder.”

I felt like I was punched in the stomach by those words.

My thoughts stumbled over what he had just said.

Breeder? The lycan king? What is happening?

My voice was shaky as I blinked, trying to collect my thoughts.

“ I. . . I don't understand.”

His expression was devoid of emotion and his gaze never left me.

“You are not required to understand anything. I just need you to follow me.”

I took a small step back and shook my head still taking in what he had said.

Was he really serious? It was just right in the morning and too early for pranks.

“Breeder?” I repeated, as if hearing the word again would somehow alter its meaning, but it didn't. It just made matters worse.

One of the most formidable creatures on the planet was the Lycan King. He was both feared and revered.

Why would he want a person like me?

“ You'll understand when we get there.”

The man said as if reading my thoughts: “However, you must be ready. It's a taboo to keep him waiting. The King has decided what to do.”

I wanted to scream.

I opened my mouth to continue talking and to ask more questions but nothing came out.

I was totally overwhelmed and rooted to the spot.

I knew there was no way of escaping this and the weight of his presence felt more pressing than before.

There was nothing else for me to do. With a voice that was hardly audible above a whisper, I managed to ask.

“Why me?”

The man’s unwavering gaze held back his response.

I even thought he might turn and walk away but he stayed put.

He stood there like a force that could not be moved.

“You don't ask questions, you simply obey them.”

He said in a firm tone that left no room for debate.

“Come now.”

I was gasping for air. Something about the way he spoke made it obvious that I couldn't argue, run or demand more answers.

He didn't ask. He was issuing commands. I took a look at the house behind me.

This would have served as a good idea to get out of this cage of suffering I find myself.

Except, I was going to be a breeder to someone I had never seen, and I knew my fate might be worse than that.

“I will have to let my stepmother know of this,” I said, trying to make him leave, but he stood there.

“Why are you still standing here?” I asked again as I thought of shutting the door in his face.

The words were filled with fear and bewilderment.

My world was not only crumbling beneath my feet into thousands of irreplaceable pieces, it was now looking more like a joke, a high school drama.

I had been rejected by someone I thought loved me to pieces and now a mysterious man appears out of the blue informing me that I was now the Lycan King breeder.

How sweet.

I held the sides of the door for two reasons: for support because my eyes were dancing in their sockets and secondly, to be quick in slamming the door in his face if he tried dragging me out.

His gaze was fixed on mine as he waited for me to decide to take action or follow.

I took a quick glance behind me, I could hear the sound of rich laughter coming from the room upstairs.

My stepmother, Sherry, was helping Harriet pick a dress for the gala tonight.

Perhaps I should let her know that a strange man was here, even though she was nothing but cruel to me.

At least she wouldn't be so wicked to let me be a breeder for a man I barely know.

I looked up at the man as I swallowed my saliva involuntarily.

“I— I think I have to—” I stuttered, but he couldn't let me finish.

His eyes were blazing and he looked so angry.

“You don't have enough time, you had better come with me, or I would be forced to drag you.”

I blinked rapidly and knew that this early morning prank was enough.

Before he could utter another one, I banged the door on his face and raced upstairs.