The ALPHA'S BREEDER

and tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. My heart races as I

ggling against him, but my p

is best to protect me for whatever reason he has. But he possibly couldn't go against his alpha and Lord. H

voice edged with frustration. "You can't just take her back

ack without even glancing over his s

wide with surprise. I can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable, their gazes heavy upon me. I

ing at my throat as we pass through the pack's

n to run through me. "And why not? You're just a breeder, E

oods my system. I keep forgett

re about your feelings? You're simply a means to

wn at the floor, struggling against the surge of d

e wrong. You were sold to me as a breeder, and that's all

illed with dark, imposing furniture that only amplifies the opp

s shoulder, and I can feel the cold air of

niously onto the plush bed. The impact jars my aching body, and I wince as I land. I quickly

sharp as he turns to the door.m, his eyes glazing o

hock at the sight of me on the bed, my bruises still visibl

, his voice brooking no argument

trembling slightly as she hurri

e mix of relief and dread. At least someone will help me, but t

one moment, then call for help the next. It only serves to

me with a detached gaze. "You should be grateful," he says, a hint of condesc

rateful? For what? Being treated like a cri

place, Esmeralda. You may be a breeder to me, but I'm still the Alpha. Your life depends on my

stern-looking woman with an air of authority that demands respe

ened?" she asks, her gaze

," Sheldon replies curtly, stepping back

els beside the bed. "Esmeralda, we're going to take care of y

ain from the slashes on my back reminds me of the humiliation I endured, and

octor says, her tone serious. "You'r

ze intense and unwavering. "Why do you care?" I as

eplies, his voice flat, devoid of any w

n and confusion. Sheldon may have brought me here, but I ref

determination swelling within me. "Y

is mouth twitching up in amusement.

ize I have to fight. This is not just about survival; it's about reclaiming my auto

ther her supplies. "You'll need rest, ma'am.

till locked on me. "You'

ht of his presence suffocating. I refuse to show any si

ice low and threatening. "You're mine.

the doctor, I realize that t

void, a blank mas