Bound to the Pack- Breeder for the Triplets Alpha's

Quinton’s POV

Derek thinks he won. He actually thinks signing a piece of paper gives him the entire East Coast pack.

I stood the end of the hallway and watched my twin brother walk out of the guest room. He looked disgusted. He adjusted his expensive watch and walked toward his study without looking back. Derek always lacked vision. He thinks like a businessman, not like a wolf.

Our father built this mafia empire with blood and fangs. He did not care about love. He cared about legacy. When the southern rogues killed him last winter, the pack elders refused to let me take the Alpha title. They said my inner wolf was too aggressive. They said I was too violent to lead the syndicate. They chose Derek because he wears a suit and knows how to lie to the human politicians.

But our father left a blood decree. The Alpha title permanently goes to the first son who sires a pureblood pup.

Derek is older by four pathetic minutes. He thinks that gives him the right to rule. He went behind my back and bought a breeder from a weak, failing pack. He thinks he can just force a pup into this random female, present his heir to the elders, and take my throne forever.

He is dead wrong.

I will put my pup in her first. I will make her carry my heir. And when her stomach swells with my bloodline, Derek will have to kneel on the floor and call me his Supreme Alpha.

I walked up to the brass door. I could smell her from the hallway. Vanilla, rain, and raw terror. It was a pathetic scent for a Luna. It made my inner wolf bare its teeth in disgust. She was weak. She was just a tool I needed to use to break my brother.

I turned the handle and pushed the door open.

She was huddled in the middle of the dark silk sheets. She pulled her knees to her chest. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. When she saw me, all the color drained from her face.

She thought I was him. They always do.

"Why are you back?" Belinda whispered. Her voice was shaking violently.

I closed the door behind me. I turned the lock. The metallic click echoed in the silent room. She jumped at the sound.

"I decided ten minutes is too long to wait," I said.

I kept my voice low and flat, mimicking Derek perfectly. I walked toward the bed. I did not take my eyes off her.

"You told me to get dressed," she said. She pressed herself against the headboard. "You said the lawyers are coming."

"I am the Alpha," I snapped. I stopped at the edge of the mattress. "I change my mind whenever I want. Do you have a problem with that, Omega?"

She flinched at the rank. Good. She needed to know her place.

I leaned over the bed. I grabbed the edge of the silk blanket and ripped it out of her hands. I tossed it onto the floor. She gasped and tried to cover herself with her arms. She was wearing a thin oversized shirt that offered no protection.

"Look at you," I scoffed. I let my eyes drag over her shaking frame. I made sure my face showed pure disgust. "Skin and bones. Your sister must have laughed out loud when she threw you in the trunk of that car. You are absolutely pathetic."

"Stop it," she cried out. A fresh tear rolled down her cheek.

"Stop crying," I growled loudly. "It makes your face blotchy and ugly. You are already a massive disappointment. Do not make it worse."

She let out a quiet sob. "You are a monster. You just said you did not want to look at me. You said you did not do feelings."

"I do not do feelings," I said. I crawled onto the bottom of the bed. The mattress dipped under my weight. "But I do need a pup. And my wolf is getting impatient. We need to test the product before I sign my name on that contract."

Her eyes widened in absolute horror. "Test the product? No. Get away from me."

She tried to scramble off the opposite side of the bed. She was slow. I lunged forward and grabbed her ankle. Her skin was freezing cold. I pulled her back roughly. She screamed and kicked, but she was a weak wolf who had not even shifted yet. She was nothing against an Alpha.

I flipped her onto her back and pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand.

"Let me go!" she shrieked. She thrashed under me.

"Stop fighting me," I commanded. I lowered my face until I was inches from hers. "You are just a womb, Belinda. That is all you are to the King pack. A vessel to carry the next Alpha.

Do you really think I give a damn about what you want?"

"I hate you," she sobbed. She glared up at me. Her chest heaved against mine.

For a split second, her scent hit the back of my throat. The vanilla was sweeter up close. It buried itself deep into my senses. My inner wolf paced inside my chest, scratching at my ribs. She smelled like prey. It made my blood run hot.

"Hate me all you want," I whispered cruelly. I used my free hand to grip her chin. I forced her to look into my silver eyes. "Your hatred means absolutely nothing to me. Your old pack threw you away. Your Alpha sold you for border security. Even your own mate let another female take your place. You are worthless."

My words hit her exactly how I wanted them to. Her body went entirely limp under me. The fight left her eyes. She looked completely shattered

.

It was too easy. Derek was playing safe with lawyers and contracts. I was going to break her mind before the wedding even started.

"Please," she whispered. Her voice was broken. "Just leave me alone."

"Not yet," I said.

I let go of her wrists. Before she could move away, I buried my hand in her messy hair. I tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck. Her pulse was beating frantically against her pale skin.

"What are you doing?" she panicked.

"Giving you a wedding gift," I replied.

I leaned down and pressed my lips hard against the sensitive skin right above her collarbone. She gasped loudly. I did not bite her. I did not give her a mating mark. I simply sank my teeth in just enough to break the delicate blood vessels under the surface. I sucked hard, leaving a dark, purple bruise right where everyone could see it.

I pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

She touched her neck. Her fingers were trembling. She looked at me with pure confusion and terror.

"I thought you said you were disgusted by me," she choked out.

I stood up from the bed. I looked down at her ruined, tear stained face. I let a dark smirk form on my lips.

"I am," I said coldly. "But you are my property now. I want every single mafia boss downstairs to see exactly who you belong to."

I turned around and walked toward the door. I unlocked it and pulled it open.

"Wear your hair up for the ceremony, Belinda," I ordered without looking back. "If you try to hide that mark, I will throw you to the dungeon guards tonight."

I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me.

I stood in the corridor for a moment. My heart was beating faster than normal. Her scent was completely stuck in my clothes. I hated that it affected me. I hated that her skin felt soft.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the top of the grand staircase.

I looked up. Derek was walking back toward the guest room. He was holding a stack of legal papers in his hand. He looked up and saw me standing near her door.

Derek stopped walking. His jaw clenched tightly. His silver eyes narrowed in anger.

"What are you doing on this floor, Quinton?" Derek growled.

I put my hands in my pockets. I gave my twin brother a slow, mocking smile.

"Just welcoming our new guest to the pack house, brother," I said smoothly. "You really should check on your bride. She looks a little confused."

Derek dropped the papers on a nearby table. He shoved past me and practically ripped the bedroom door open.

"Belinda," Derek barked as he walked inside. "I told you to be ready ten minutes ago."

I listened from the hallway. I heard her gasp in shock.

"But you were just..." Belinda started to say. Her voice was full of panic. "You just left."

"Are you insane?" Derek snapped at her. "I have been in my study with the lawyers. What is wrong with your neck?"

I laughed quietly to myself. I turned around and walked toward the stairs.

The game had officially started. And I was going to win.