Chapter 2

As the pack territory slowly passes by I decide to rest my eyes. Breeders are given an area on the far west of the territory where no one will be able to disturb them that is guarded day and night with patrols. It will be a community I call home for however long my stay is but deep down I know I can never allow the cottage I will be living in home. A prison, yes, but never my home. Hope slowly slips out of my grasp the further away I am from the pack house and the closer I get to the cottage that will be where I will live for the next few years of my life. At six-teen I should be enjoying life as a care free young adult; not being sentenced to life as a mother. I never wanted to raise pups just yet. I had a career in mind that I worked hard for each and every day, but now its all gone. Sighing I decide to let the comfort of sleep take over, it will be too painful to continue watching out the window and will only cause me to breakdown in front of the men who are probably fighting over who will get to use me first after the Alpha does.

Sometime later I feel the car come to a stop waking me from the brief moment of slumber that covers my dreadful situation. The warriors siting in the front hold a soft conversation barely audible to my wolf hearing but one thing for sure is that they are convinced that I am still deep asleep and that they are fighting over who will carry me in. Deciding that pretending to be asleep is a bad idea for my own safety; I open my tired eyes and take in my surroundings as best as I could within the confines of the vehicle. In front of me is a gorgeous grey brick cottage, a small porch welcoming me to sit and read during the day. Light blue widows trim, front door and roof give the cottage a fairy-tale look; something I would have loved to live in under any other circumstances. The garden needs some work and care done to bring out its full potential and beauty but the white picket fence that seems to run around the perimeter gave the final touches this place needs to welcome in any new mated pair. It will be my new prison with my own prison guards “protecting” me from now on. Slowly the door to the car is opened and the guards wait on either side for me to get out. I can’t help but sigh in defeat while I climb out of the back seat and step onto the simple drive way. The surrounding area around my new home is the forest I so love to run in. I can’t see any other cottages but the rise of smoke from many chimneys hidden between the tall trees informs me that this area held a few Breeders. Maybe the guards guarding me will let me visit them and allow me out of the cottage for a bit every day if I behave well enough for their approval.

I know what is expected of me after arrival to my new home. Every female wolf is drilled the Breeder rules in case they became one since age eight to prepare us for this position. Each new Breeder is given three days to explore the house and design it the way the Breeder deems suitable for living in including painting any and all walls, decorating the interior to the Breeder's preference and performing some landscaping in the front and back gardens. On the fourth day of being in the cottage, the Doctor assigned to take care of all Breeders and the Alpha will come to do a check up and make sure the Breeder is healthy. If the Breeder is a virgin it is the Alpha’s duty to take measure into his own hands by fucking the Breeder as much as he wants on that day – thank god the Alpha will be using a condom as per the rules as I hear that once a Breeder is selected, that she-wolf’s body will change to accommodate this new role and will be able to get pregnant easily. At least that is what the rumors are. After that the Breeder is giving three days to be pampered and given a dose of medication that they are expected to take to make sure her body is ready to start their new “Job”. On the eighth day the top mateless Warrior is sent to the cottage and will come every day to fuck her like a cheap whore until she becomes pregnant. This is the new life I have been thrown into without concern for my own well-being. The Warrior who is chosen to breed me will continue this process as my designated partner and will continue to make me produce his pups until this warrior finds his mate. Then I will be given a new breeding partner and the cycle repeats until I birth twenty pups. Of course there are exceptions. Warriors who chose to never find their mate is given the chance to pick any breeder they want whenever they want and are allowed to fuck them as much as they want. They were the ones many she-wolves avoid on a regular day but as a Breeder all I can do is spread my legs and allow them to do as they please without being able to fight against their advances, swallow with a smile and thank them for their time. The sad part about this is once the pups are weaned, they will be taken to wolves that can’t have pups and be raised by these wolves as if they were born to that mated pair. I will never be able to be a mother to my own babies. After so long in fighting back the emotions that have wanted to show themselves since being designated as the next Breeder, I fall to my knees, realizing that this is real, that I am a Breeder and that I will never know my babies once they are taken away from me. I am nothing but a baby making machine now to this pack. The guards must have some form of sympathy for me because they back away and leave me to myself, something I am thankful for even though just moment ago they were fighting on who will fuck me first. My dream of building my career, finding my mate and raising a family is now gone into oblivion, scattered on the winds of pain that seems to course through my breaking heart. I would never have my freedom ever again.

Soon my cries became sobs until I am left gasping for breath. I want to run far away and escape my fate but I couldn’t. I would be caught in a heartbeat and punished. So instead I dry my eyes as best as I can and stand up, determination filling me while I march into the cottage, turning around and stopping the guards from entering.

“This is my house now! The only time I have no say in who comes in is when the Alpha or the Warrior who will breed with me comes in. Other than that you two stay outside.” They growl at my disrespectful behaviour and I growl back just as loud. I may have had a moment of weakness earlier but I will be dammed if they disrespect me. I may be a Breeder now but Alpha and Beta blood courses through my body thanks to my parents. No one will take my courage and status of my blood line away from me. Watching the warriors bend to my growl and back away I give them a triumphant smirk before slamming the door shut. I will allow no one into this place unless it is the Alpha, the Doctor or my breeding partner or someone I trust. Turning around and leaning against the blue door I notice how dusty the place is and frown. The first thing to be done is cleaning from top to bottom. I refuse to live in a dirty dusty home. I quickly explore the cottage, finding a large room that has cleaning supplies and looked to be a laundry room with a state of the art washer and dryer waiting to be used. The idiots in charge of maintaining the Breeder cottages remembered to stock up cleaning supplies but forgot to clean the place.

I smile sadly and leave the cleaning supplies where they are to continue exploring the other rooms finding an unused state of the art kitchen with a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry, three plain bed rooms, a master bed room with a master bath, and a small bath room in the second floor hallway intended for others to use. I am actually quite shocked to see how big the cottage actually is inside but sad that there is no basement. It would be nice to turn the basement into a workout room. Making my way back towards the laundry room I come to another door just beside the entry way and peer inside, shocked to find a garage. I guess the wall covered in vines on the outside is actually the garage door. With a smile I decide to turn this into my home gym. I would need some place to keep me in shape if I am to have multiple children.

Getting to work, I run through the two story cottage once again searching through all the closets to find linen, bedspreads, towels and any other cloth and clothing that would need to be clean. It took a couple of trips but soon I have everything in my laundry room sorted into multiple baskets with a load already being washed. I had a lot of work to be done. With the laundry being done I begin to rush around once more, opening all the windows, and the glass door to the back yard to allow fresh air to blow inside while I start cleaning. I knew the clothes I am wearing would be ruined but I would rather have a clean prison than clean clothes right now. I can always change later when my clothes are sent to me. I hated knowing that I only had three days to clean and prepare my new home. With determination I make a promise to myself that today no matter how late I get to bed I would make sure this place is clean and dust free it sucks, but the cleaning had to be done.