Owned by the Rogue Twin Alpha's (A Breeder for the King)

a

e crates of silver bull

nn

ht I'd be wort

any means but at least to be with someone tha

with packs, blood, rogues, and politics, I'm nothing more t

on the wo

ch I happen to come with, but what is mos

ned hard. The kind of rain that soaks

ion of the fate I was to face and the r

her's voice stern, cold, but

it. It's what's b

he mud, my clothes soaked

he pack?" I hissed

linc

idn't

destroy us if we off

. "You're giving me to hi

e ans

Just... carefully. Like they were afraid I'd br

aybe

something di

hing

hing

three w

in. My long black hair clung to my back from the bath I was forced

er tha

oor c

uth but I didn't show it. I'd

ent

ed, veins taut in his arms, black ink crawling up

n who made the moon

oser just so he could crush you. He was a ragi

as quiet. A

you

n't a

y mouth and sound like a screed mouse s

ing me, but never with lus

like I w

and wondering what to do with me, which if you reall

ty, one which I had no intere

pped a little. "You'l

or what?" I

our body is

ational and I glared at him w

it. Go ahead. Say that you bought me like

t me for a

en

me a legacy. Not a

happened to you?" I asked bitt

flickered

ssion, it was like a tiny window was opened a

he might strike me. But instead, he touched a st

lavender. She

fr

he

is hand. "Ge

ruff and he loo

the door. "Tell

hat is none of your f

ied. And now you're taking it out on the

But the air cha

sudd

pregnant,

at him,

e it was too painful to get o

talking to me at this poi

That's all. I tore through ten rogues to

d between us. On

" he whispered. "Tha

o now you take breed

love, or someone to replace he

leave me? What if I d

ch of a choice Zaya

bornly "and what if I

bored i

got the memo of his message, m

'll learn

chin. "Or yo

"No. Killing you wou

ing the door. "Rest.

d've fe

I felt w

g the faint scars on my wrist. Little reminders of the first year afte

me, every broken piece, every sharp edge, and somehow made me feel whole. When she was still here, life

o much already, but sometimes the weight of the world pressed too h

tain. He had told me I needed strength, that I couldn't afford to fall apart. He believed

counting sheep like a child, desperate t

steps followed, deliberate and unhurried, moving closer to my bed. My body froze. I forced my breaths to remai

o die. Not now.

s trembling under the covers. Then cold fingers slid through my hair, brushing against my scal

n it ha

ach lurched. Revulsion clawed at me, and every part of me wanted to scream. If I hadn't been frozen in

ow and heavy, curling around m

you first, baby girl