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Claimed As A Breeder

Blurb WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION “On your fours, now.” The Cold voice of my new Master, the ruthless and dreadful Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, brought cold shivers down my spine. Shivering, I quickly climbed on the bed. Tears circulated in my eyes, and gradually dropped in my cheeks. Of course, he doesn't care how I'm feeling. I was going to lose my virginity to a dreaded Alpha, who sees me only as his breeder and his slave. Once I give the Alpha a pup, I'll be killed! * My name is Daphne Knight, orphaned, wolf-less omega, and a breeder because I was sold by my very own father to the terrifying Alpha for money and power. All I am is just his Breeder. But what if the table turns?
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Chapter 6

Daphne

“Ah! Ouch!” I winced in excruciating pain. My butt was already sore and probably bleeding, but the pain was unbearable. I managed to glance at his face. He was expressionless and cold. It was obvious that the heartless man standing behind me did not care how hard I cried or how painful the wiping was to me. Without hesitation, he wrapped the leather wipe around his fist and gave me another wipe, and I sobbed helplessly. Tears of humiliation ran down my cheeks. The pillow was already soaked with tears. Unbothered about how painful it felt for him to flog me, he gave me yet another wipe on my bare buttocks. I was still pulling on the fetish fashion dress, but I had only a string of pants on, so my butt was bare. It was hurting so bad and was already sore from the wiping he was giving me.

He is the real definition of a monster because all my cries fell on a deaf ears. At some point, I felt like he enjoyed it more when I cried out loud. I bit hard on the pillow, trying not to scream any further. I was eagerly awaiting another wipe, but it was not forthcoming. I prayed silently that he would let me go.

“Your hands!” His stern voice spread cold chills all over my body, and I struggled to raise my head up and free the pillow that I held so tight. My hands. Is he going to cut my hands off? What have I ever done wrong to all these people hurting me? I was still hesitating when he grabbed my hands, and I groaned in pain. My buttocks were still bleeding, and so a handcuff? My eyes grew in curiosity. Isn't it enough that he tied a collar around my neck? Without sparing a glance at me, he put the handcuff on my wrist. Then he spanked my bleeding ass, and I cried out in agonizing pain. This was worse than hell. Every tear I shed seemed to elicit him. Why would anyone derive joy from inflicting pain on others? This alpha is a monster, a heartless monster. He pushed me down on my fours again, and this time I was shivering as I felt his finger on my opening. He pulled the string aside and teased my clitoris, making me quiver. I could not tell if it was pleasure or pain. Not minding my body reaction, he slipped his index finger into me and my tightened lip went open immediately. Like that was not enough, he slipped in another finger and another one.

“Oh, please!” Those were the only words I could think of saying. Who would have thought that I would be deflowered in such a cruel and humiliating manner? Despite knowing that my opening was still tight, he shoved his three fingers into me and began fingering me messlessly. Hot tears fueled my eyes and began to pour down my cheeks. Of course, he did not give an F about that. I was not moaning. I was actually sobbing helplessly. After a few minutes of fingering, he took his fingers out of me. I shut my eyes tight, trying hard not to scream. The pain was unbearable. Then he grabbed my hips and his finger dug into my flesh. I felt his erected cock notching my opening. My eyes snapped open immediately at the feel of his big cock. I must be a virgin, but I have not seen a man's antonym in most cases, but I never thought one could be as big as what was pressing into my body.

As he adjusted his knee on the bed, the small pleasure I was feeling at the moment vanished when he pulled back out and began to push his cock inside me. I sucked in my startled breath as his short thrusts became extremely painful. I held my breath, waiting for it to happen.

Emotionlessly, he pulled out a little and then pushed in. This time, he thrust into me so hard that I let out a tear-filled whimper because I could not control myself anymore. I swiveled my head, buried my face on the bed, and twisted my trembling body away from his brutal possession. However, his strong hands caged me, holding my body immobile. He overpowered me and plunged into me repeatedly. My hands were cuffed. I felt so helpless. The force of his thrust pressed me deeper into the bed. Only my pain cries were heard in the chamber. None of his, not even a groan or a grunt. The fierce thrusts went on and on. He kept slamming into me like his life depended on it. The faster the thrust, the more painful it became. The pain was intense. He spanked my butt and the pain heightened because of the wounds he had inflicted on me, both inflicted on my butt while he wiped me for his pleasure. I gripped the bed cover and bit my lips in agony. The tighter I gripped the bed cover, the deeper a part of the handcuff brushed my wrist. All that was heard was my whimpering in pain and the clap as a result of his balls hitting directly on my butt. Suddenly, he pulled away from me completely, stilled, lying on the bed and unable to move my body. I sobbed helplessly. I could see blood stains on the bed cover. This was my first and most painful experience. The chastity I had cherished so much was taken away by a murderous alpha who happened to be my master. I have always thought of having my first intimacy with my fated mate on a full moon, wrapping our arms around each other and he whispered sweet words into my ear.

Silly me! How would I ever find my mate when I don't even have a wolf yet? Why would an omega like me have such high hope anyway?

“Get out of my chamber!” The alpha's icy voice made me tremble without sparing any backward glance. I heard the inner door bang. He must have entered the bathroom. Without hesitation, I struggled up from the bed. The cuffs were still on my hands as I limped out of the chambers in pain.

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Daphne

“Filth… I feel so filthy.”

I let out a heart-wrenching sob as I stared at the mirror inside the bathroom. There were scars of previously inflicted injuries all over my body. Well, My new master had already added new wounds to my healing skin.

The thought of how he f****** me like a wh*re kept replaying in my head, and I couldn’t help but wail. To think that he will keep forcing himself on me until I get pregnant, makes me feel like ending my miserable life.

Without hesitation, I walked into the bathtub and started washing my skin aggressively. I just wished I could get the stench of filth out of my body, but I just feel like it’s written all over me.

After taking a bath, I limped back to the bedroom and laid on the bed. Tears clouded my eyes, and gradually rolled down my cheeks.

What could be worse than getting violated out of your wish?

I continued sobbing until I slept off. The next morning, I was woken up by a gentle tap on my shoulder. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Madam Dorothy, seated at the edge of the bed.

Upon seeing her, I jerked up from the bed and made to sit, but I felt an excruciating pain on my butt. That was when I remembered how I was brutally whipped by the Alpha.

“It’s okay, child. You don’t need to sit up if you can’t.” Madam Dorothy patted my messy hair, and I broke into fresh tears.

She seemed to be the only one that understands me, and that’s rare.

I sniffed hard, and asked. “Is this how I’m expected to give the Alpha a child? Is this how cruel he is?”

“My dear, Jordan is not always so cold. He’s been through a lot, and he has no emotions anymore.” She explained in a coaxing voice.

“Jordan?”

She nodded her head in agreement, and continued. “Yes, Jordan. His name is Alpha Jordan, and yes, he has not always been this cruel.”

“Ma’am, please, I can pay back the money my father took from the Alpha. I’ll work hard… I can be a maid in the Pack, but please tell the Alpha that I don’t want to be his breeder.” I said these words with tears in the trace of my voice.

The woman stared at me pitifully, and I wished deeply that she’d be able to plead with the Alpha on my behalf. The hell I went through last night is not a type I’d want to go through again.

“I wish it’s that easy, little girl. Your father was given a lot of money to sell you, and for you to repay that, you’ll have to work here for the rest of your life. I’m sure that’s not what you want, right?” She asked tenderly.

“I can do anything, ma’am…. Anything but being a breeder.” I broke down again.

Shaking her head, she picked up the mug on the side table. Actually, she came in with the mug. “Take this, drink of it.”

My brows fluttered as I gave her a questioning glance while taking the mug from her. I looked into the mug…. There was a liquid in it, and it had no smell, so I couldn’t tell what it was. “What is this, ma’am?”

“It’s a herb. This will help you conceive faster, and of course, that’s good for you. You won’t have to go through that brutality much longer.” She replied without any expression on her face.

What more can I say? Do I even have a choice? Of course, I hate the fact that I’m taking medicine just to have a monster’s child.

Without any further questions, I gulped down the content of the mug. It had no smell, but it was bitter, and that got me wondering what it was made of.

JORDAN

“Alpha, there are few reports on the recent attacks from the witches. These are the files.” My beta, Theo, handed some documents to me.

Without saying a word, I flipped through the pages of the document he gave to me, and sighed. “What could be the problem, huh? This is f****** unacceptable. The witches are doing their worst, and we have to fight back at them. Beta, get the warriors ready. We have to be at alert. They might strike anytime soon.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Theo nodded, and turned to leave, but then he halted and turned back to me with furrowed eyebrows.

I glanced coldly at him. “What is it?”

“Jordan, don’t you find this weird?” He asked, leaving me cluelessly.

“What?” I snapped at him.

“The mark. It’s already noon and you haven’t had the attack. That’s really strange.” He remarked.

I blinked my eyes rapidly. He was right, the mark on my back. I stared at the bottle of medicine on the table. It was strange indeed.

Ever since I got that mark, I’ve always been taking the medicine every three hours because of the excruciating pain I got from the mark. I call it, my cursed mark.

I might be the most powerful and fearless Alpha all over North-ridge, but this is the secret that no one knows except my Beta.

It was past 2pm, and I haven’t taken the medicine since last night. Surprisingly, I haven’t even felt any pain since last night.

“My Alpha, do you think you’ve been healed from the excruciating pain you get from the mark? What could be the reason? The prophecy says the pain from the cursed mark will stop once you find your true mate. Have you found your mate?” Theo asked with an elated expression.

Bullshit! I am a monster… How can a monster find a true mate? That’s impossible!

“A true mate?” I scoffed, and continued. “I can’t find my true mate, Theo. That’s impossible… Have you forgotten that I lost my sense of emotion? I’m a monster, Theo.”

“Then, what could have happened?” He wondered.

My mind went straight to the breeder I had intercourse with the previous night. She’s the only one I made out with.

“Could it be…. the BREEDER?”

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