The NewBreeder

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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As I sit here in the back of the carriage, my heart racing with fear and uncertainty, I can't help but wonder what my future holds. My step-father, Mr. Anderson, had sold me off to the Alpha King like a piece of meat to be used for his own pleasure.

My parents had died in an accident when I was only 6 and I was adopted by this despicable guy.

"You could at least act happy," Mr. Anderson sneers at me.

"Happy to be sold off like a piece of property?" I can't help but roll my eyes at his words. After all, I was just a commodity to be bought and sold to the highest bidder.

Mr. Anderson shrugged. "Look at the bright side. Once you give the Alpha King a son, he'll release you from your duties. You are no longer a child, you are a woman, you are 22 years old."

"Duties?" I scoffed. "You mean I'm nothing more than a glorified breeder for him? How could you do this to me?"

"That's life, dear," Mr. Anderson said casually. "You should be grateful that I found a good deal for you. Not many people get the chance to live in luxury."

"Living in luxury won't be worth it if I'm trapped here for the rest of my life," i muttered under my breath.

The carriage came to a halt, and the door opened to reveal a grim-looking man with piercing blue eyes. It was clear from the moment we crossed the threshold that this was not a place where kindness or compassion were valued.

His eyes scanned me up and down as my step-father greedily counted the stack of coins he had been paid in exchange for me.

When my stepfather has opened the purse and his eyes opened wide . He made me want to vomit.

"Is this the breeder?" Maximus asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Yes, Your Highness," my step-father replied, bowing low. "A pure-blooded omega, just as you requested." "She's a fine specimen. Her name is Felicity"he added.

Maximus nodded, his attention focused solely on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the intensity of his gaze, and I took a step back, trying to create some distance between us.

The man--the Alpha King, studied me again for a moment before nodding curtly. "Bring her inside."

"Remember, you are representing our family." He whispered to me . I nodded hard, knowing he was all for the money.

He looked at me. "Make me proud, my girl," he said before turning and walking away.

"As we enter the pack, try to act calm,"Marcus the older man with salt and pepper hair who accompanied us, whispers to me. "The Alpha King is known for his unpredictability."

I was led into a grand hall, filled with people bowing low to the ground. As we passed by, the whispers began.

"She's so young, poor thing."

"She seems weak!"

"Can she satisfy the king?"

"Poor girl, she will bear the child of the king and the child will be so powerless like her!"

I felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment, but I held my head high. I refused to let them get the best of me.

Maximus Blackwood took my hand and led me up to a raised dais. "Welcome to my pack, Felicity."

I had never seen anyone quite like Maximus before--he was tall, with broad shoulders and an imposing presence that made it difficult to look him in the eye.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your Highness," I said, doing her best to sound polite.

Maximus gave me a tight-lipped smile that made me doubt his sincerity. "You'll be staying here as my wife. Once you give me the son I require, you'll be free to go."

I winced at his wording but said nothing. I had heard this speech before from her step-father.

"In the meantime, you'll be expected to fulfill your role as a breeder," Maximus continued. "You'll be living in the wing designated for our future children. Marcus will show you to your quarters."

The older man with salt and pepper hair stepped forward. "Right this way, madam," he said, gesturing her to follow him.

My mind was racing as I tried to take it all in. I was trapped here, with the Alpha King, no less. What had i gotten myself into?

As we walked, Marcus explained the basics of life within the pack. Felicity tried to listen, but my mind kept wandering.

"Does the Alpha King have any other wives?" I blurted out.

"Just you, my dear," Marcus said, an amused glint in his eye.

As we reached her quarters, i took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

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