Captured and Forced to be the Triplets Breeder

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on seared my skin, marking me with a number - a dehumanizing symbol of my new existence. Number 9. A nameless entity, stripped of my identity and reduced to a mere slave. I almost couldn't remember my name as I grew to hear the number 9. Ever since they brought us to the house, I had not seen the other girls e

9,'' The sound pierced through the air, and my heart sank. My door swung open, and I was forceful

eached the front of a door, and I was pushed inside alone. I heaved a deep sigh as I came face to face with a man with a bald head. He

had come there for. ''Number 9,'' he called, reverting to my new name. '' Lord Benjamin and I work for the royal family. I have come here to inform you that You have been chosen

against my wish? I didn't say anything and just stared at him. Every fiber of my being screamed for escape, for freedom. But deep down

uld be best if you were happy to

forced myself to speak, my v

te. Becoming a breeder for the royals or nobles meant certain death once the baby was born, and that was the intention of

a tool for the princes to use as they pleased. "I..." My voice trembled, and I couldn't find the words

and devoid of empathy. "You are the only one whose body can carry the Prince's children. Those who have tried to bear

e fate of this kingdom rests on my shoulders!" I yelled, pounding my chest. "My family was killed in one night. I can still re

are a powerless little girl?" he taunted, gripping my chin tightly. "You should be grateful that you are deemed worthy to be called the breeder of the royals. If you had stayed with your little pack, who kno

ed, and he nodded in response. ''

'' he spread his arms. ''Freya, you

...s but how do you know that?

o save his life before the fire took over your house,

didn't want to listen to him talk about my parents like that, knowing that he

termine how your brother will be treated. If you dare defy me,'' he grabbed my shoulde

....

he shouted, and the door burst open, revealing the guards as they walked in. ''take her away!'

ing, wondering what would happen to the rest of the girls. The building exploded right In front

all had to die. This could have been your fate, but you are lucky you were

over my face, remembering their faces even thoug

is how you will serve the princes and keep your brother safe,'' he told me. The question echoed relent

n in the game of the royals, a mere instrument for their desires, and those girls had lost t

ront. Its size and grandeur overwhelmed me. Towering columns and a majestic central dome seemed to stretch toward the heavens. The ext

unimaginable pain. It was a stark reminder of the divide between the privileged and the rich and powerful. Resentment and anger surged within me, fueled by the

y hair tugged harshly as we entered the home of the Royals. I struggled to regain my balance,

old. I counted at least ten generations of kings, each depicted in full regalia, donning fur cloaks upon their shoulders and crowns adorned with precious gems atop their heads. The current king, too, was capture

plexed and longing for an explanation

the house, distinct from the primary residence yet connected to it. Exhausted and breathless, I was unceremoniously pushed to the

wonder who she was and what role s

with false respect. She then cast a disdainful glanc

the chosen breeder. Prepare her to meet the Alpha

uttered, touching my face. I flinched at her touch, repulsed by her closeness. ''She looks dreadf

are of her,'' Benjamin said and then turned to le

, clinging onto her hand. ''How dare you, you filthy creature, try to touch me,'' she hissed, delivering a sharp slap across my face. Then, she forcefu

blue gown,'' Kira ordered the girls befor

me from banging my head against the doorframe. They laughed mockingly, their voices

ressive force, pain surged through me, and I couldn't help but cry out

ust one rank higher than me, yet they subjected

ed with desperation, but they showed no mercy

ed satisfaction in her voice. "As the royal pri

lly. "I bet she won't last

myself of my purpose. I had to endure for the sake o

in the bathroom with my skin burning. I felt utterly powerless, sta

ning of my suffering. The dress shimmered like gold, its opulence enough to sustain my pack for month

warning: Never dare to meet their eyes,'' Amaya war