9 What The Hell Is A Breeder?

The adrenaline started to pump faster before extinguishing the moment that I realized my situation at hand.

My legs were currently in serious pain.

And I am sure that what happened last night will happen again if I attempt to run.

That last thought had me trembling in remembrance of that petrifying pain that had coursed through my entire body.

I do not want a repeat of last night.

What can I do at this point?

Kill myself before they do?

I don't even think I am capable of doing that.

I've never bestowed bodily harm to myself before and I don't really think I can start now.

Before I can think another thought, the locked door suddenly slammed open.

I jumped almost a foot into the air before my head snapped to the door.

A male, whom I haven't seen before, stalked into the room.

His bulky muscles bunched and released when he shuffled closer to me with this air of power and strength that made me cower back.

Then, I saw Kent and another smaller, younger werewolf come into the room right after and couldn't help the panic that bubbled up my throat.

I am going to have a panic attack if I don't calm down.

"You said you saw the mark, Kent?" The bulky male came forwards. His voice was extremely menacing and dark.

When he spoke, I immediately knew that he was the Alpha. I could never forget the sound of his voice when he told Kent to kill us.

"We all saw the mark yesterday night, Alpha," Kent replied, dark eyes staring at my face as if he was trying to kill me with just the might of his gaze.

I trembled as their piercing gaze settled onto my form, fear quickly blinding my vision as I tried not to cave and cry right in front of them.

I mean, I must look like the bomb right now with my hair in disarray and dried bits of puke all over my face, hair, and body.

I hope this doesn't make them want to kill me faster.

"How the hell did the moon gods end up making someone so ugly and old be the breeder? Are they trying to make it harder for us?" the younger one said in disbelief.

His nose wrinkled in disgust, possibly from the scent of my puke since I know that werewolves have a rather enhanced sense of smell among the many other enhanced senses they have.

My smell must be killing him right now and I couldn't help but be extremely pleased at the thought.

But then...Wait.

Wait a minute.

What do they mean by 'breeder'?

"I don't think I can even get hard looking at her. There's no way," Kent admitted as I felt my left eye twitch in annoyance.

"From what the prophecy states, the Breeder can only become impregnated when she is willing. Could they possibly be mates?" the younger one continued as I tried to piece together whatever they were saying.

Suddenly, their words managed to jolt a memory and my brain started functioning again.

The wheels started to roll and I could feel panic and fear start to envelop me in its thick cocoon.

"I feel bad for whoever has to breed her." Kent snickered rather loudly, glancing at me with his eyes narrowed into a mocking look.

"Should we just pass her around to the rest of the pack—" the other male said.

"Enough," the Alpha barked out, frustration evident on his handsome features.

His light blue eyes narrowed and glanced my way before he turned around, showing me his muscled back as he walked towards the door.

"She will become my breeder," he said in finality before leaving.

Kent glanced back at me.

His dark eyes glowered and he smirked rather evilly at the knowledge of my looming future.

"This is your punishment bitch," he said tauntingly with a mocking curl of his lips.

The other werewolf next to him leered in my direction.

I duly noted that both seemed rather pleased at my just ′punishment'.

"What do you mean?" I breathe out.

Albeit I felt like I knew what they were referring to, I wanted them to confirm my assumptions.