The Runaway Breeder.

on the microwave—ten o'clock at night. I know that as a sixteen-year-old, I’m three years underage to legally drink in Canada but fuck it, I real

keep me locked in this property. Still, the thought of one of the wolves outside stepping into my designated space causes the anger to swell inside me at this unjust situation. The kitchen had been the last place for me to clean as I knew that

o the pocket of my skirt earlier this morning, I place the glass on the counter and proceed to take out the device. My screen flashes with a

eading upstairs as sh

telling her to give me a moment since there are guards outside my cottage. Heading towards the master bedr

he cold tiled floor. “We have to save you!” My best friend exclaims, worry eviden

for the second time today. I make a quick decision and tell my best friend all my fears and worries about my new position, about how I wish I weren’t chosen as a Breeder at all and wis

. I smile and let out a chuckle at her antics. As the Beta Female and surrogate Luna of this pack, my friend has a say in what happens with the new Breeder, and it is her job to help the Breeder settle

e mind right now and my phone charger, please. Talk to my cousin and his mate about stuff to bring

ave the bathroom and make my way towards the nightstand beside the bed and pull open the top drawer, a wide grin spread across my face. What looks to be a simple empty drawer actually holds a pleasant surprise: a false bottom that I had discovered in my mad cleaning session. It was something I guess the previous Breeder had created using a piece of wood matching the n

overed that this notebook is actually a diary. My focus is captivated by the first entry from twenty years ago when she was forced to become a Breeder and what transpired on that day. My heart breaks for this she-wolf who remains nameless in her entry, as she wrote about being immediately dragged away to the cottage without a goodbye to her family. She was thrown into this c

eding process started the next morning. She had lost all her rights as a regular wolf right away. My heart drops in horror as I read of her bei

decided a shower would do me well with the new information from the diary and make my way to the bathroom, turn the shower on and undress while the water comes to a temperature I prefer. Stepping into the spray of warm water, I allow my thou

what to do with the other rooms since I have no choice but to perform this role as the pack’s Breeder. Since I would need a nursery for the many newborns I will be forced to have and

e bathroom door, the steam escaping the warm room and shiver from the cold breeze that rushes to greet me. Quickly, I run to the walk-in closet, takin

, closing all the windows and the back door. Even though it is late spring now, the night is chilly almost like the end of winter since we are located in the northern part of Ontario, close to the Hudson Bay. Checking the thermostat to make sure the cottage