Chapter 2
As the pack territory slowly passes by, I decide to rest my eyes. Breeders are given an area on the far west of the territory, where no one will be able to disturb them, which is guarded day and night with patrols. It will be the community I call home. Hope slowly slips out of my grasp the further away I travel from the pack and the closer I get to the cottage that will be my prison. At sixteen, I should be enjoying life, not being sentenced to life as a mother. Sighing, I decide to let the comfort of sleep take over. It is too painful to continue watching out the window.
Sometime later, I feel the car come to a stop. I open my tired eyes and take in my surroundings. In front of me is a gorgeous grey brick cottage, a small porch welcoming me to sit and read during the day. Light-blue widow trimming, front door, and roof give the cottage a fairy-tale look, something I would have loved to live in under any other circumstances. The garden needs some work and care, but the white picket fence that seems to run around the perimeter gives the final touch this place needs. It will be my new home—more like prison—from now on.
Slowly the door to the car opens, and the guards wait on either side for me to get out. I can't help but sigh in defeat while I climb out of the backseat and step onto the simple driveway. Surrounding my new home is the forest I so loved to run in. I can't see any other cottages, but the rise of smoke from many chimneys tells me that this area holds a few breeders. Maybe the guards guarding me will let me visit them and allow me out of the cottage for a bit.
I know what comes next: Every female wolf is drilled in the breeder rules in case they become one. I am given three days to explore the house and design it the way I want, including painting any and all walls, decorating the interior, and doing some landscaping.
On the fourth day of being here, the doctor assigned to the care of all breeders and the Alpha will come to do a check-up and make sure I am healthy. If I am a virgin, it is the Alpha's duty to take measures into his own hands by fucking me as much as he wants on that day—thank god he will be using a condom, as per the rules. After that, I am given three days to be pampered and given a dose of the medication I am to take to make sure my body is ready to start my new "job." On the eighth day, the top mateless warrior is sent to me and will come every day to fuck me like a cheap whore until I become pregnant. This is the new life I've been thrown into, without concern for my own wellbeing. The warrior who is chosen to breed with me will continue this process until he finds his mate. Then, I will be given a new breeding partner, and the cycle will repeat until I birth twenty pups. Of course, there are exceptions. Warriors who chose never to find a mate are given the chance to pick any breeder they want, whenever they want, and are allowed to fuck them as much as they want. They are the ones many she-wolves avoid on a regular day, but as a breeder, all I can do is spread my legs and allow them to do as they please.
The sad part about this is once the pups are weaned, they will be taken to wolves that can't have pups so that they can raise them as their own. I will never get to be a mother to my own babies. I can't help but break down and cry as I realize this, falling to my knees and hugging myself. The guards must feel sorry for me because they back away and leave me to myself. I am thankful for their consideration. My dreams of finding my mate and raising a family have now gone into oblivion, scattered on the winds of my pain. I will never have my freedom ever again.
Soon, my cries become sobs, until I am left gasping for breath. I want to run far away and escape my fate, but I can't. I would be caught in a heartbeat and punished. So, instead, I dry my eyes as best as I can and stand up, determination filling me while I march into the cottage, turning around and stopping the guards from entering.
"This is my house now! The only time I have no say in who comes in is when the Alpha or the warrior who will breed with me comes in. Other than that, you two stay outside." They growl at my disrespectful behavior, and I growl back just as loud. I may have had a moment of weakness earlier, but I will be dammed if they disrespect me. I may be a breeder, but Alpha and Beta blood courses through my body thanks to my parents. No one will take my courage and the status of my bloodline away from me. Watching the warriors bend to my growl and back away, I give them a triumphant smirk before slamming the door shut. I will allow no one into this place unless they are the Alpha, the doctor, my breeding partner, or someone I trust.
Turning around and leaning against the blue door, I notice how dusty the place is and frown. The first thing to be done is a cleaning from top to bottom. I refuse to live in a dirty, dusty home. I quickly explore the cottage, finding a large room that has cleaning supplies and looks to be a laundry room, with a state-of-the-art washer and dryer waiting to be used. The idiots remembered to stock up cleaning supplies but forgot to clean the place.
I smile and leave the stuff there so I can continue exploring the other rooms, finding an unused state-of-the-art kitchen, with a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry, three plain bedrooms, a master bedroom with a master bath, and a small bathroom. I am actually quite shocked to see how big the cottage is inside but sad that there is no basement. It would be nice to turn a basement into a workout room. I come to another door just beside the entryway and peer inside, shocked to find a garage. I guess the wall covered in vines on the outside is actually a garage door. With a smile, I decide to turn this into my home gym. I will need someplace to keep in shape if I am to have multiple children.
Getting to work, I run through the two-story cottage once again, searching through all the closets to find linen, bedspreads, towels, and any other cloth and clothing that will need to be cleaned. It takes a couple of trips, but soon I have everything in my laundry room sorted into multiple baskets, with a load already being washed. I had a lot of work to do.
With the laundry done, I begin to rush around once more, opening all the windows and the glass door to the backyard to allow fresh air to blow inside while I start cleaning. I know the clothes I am wearing will be ruined, but I would rather have a clean prison than clean clothes right now. I can always change later, when my clothes are sent to me.
I hate knowing that I only have three days to clean and prepare my new home. I make sure that today, no matter how late I get to bed, this place is clean and dust free. It sucks, but the cleaning has to be done.