The Runaway Breeder.

of the previous day flood into my mind. Taking deep, calming breaths, I push the covers off of me and stand, stretching my sore body. I must have cleaned a little too hard las

e shopping and I plan to use the pack credit card to my advantage. If I am t

I want and take out some ingredients for my classic comfort food—banana-chocolate chip pancakes. I figure Abby will want to eat with me, and boy, can th

ke my way over to the front of the house, opening the blue wooden door to see Abby standing there accompanied by four Wa

in the master bedroom before ordering them all to leave. As soon as they leave, Abby winks and holds a tote bag out to me. I can’t help the grateful smile I send her way as I t

ck, thankfully steering clear of mentioning any rumours about me. It felt normal to be in the kitchen with my best friend, scarfing down comfort food and chatting like regular teenagers. Abby offers to clear the table and load the dishwasher while I he

g without an escort.” Abby explains, holding

g at the warriors that try to stop me and ordering them to back off. I already know the first stop on our shopping trip and that is the closest sports store for my home gym eq

ake my time testing the equipment before ordering the most expensive models, I could practically see dollar signs in the poor clerks eyes as I paid for everything and Abby signed for delivery. After that, Abby dragged me from store to store, some being clothing, some furniture, some a paint shop that promised to deliver my chosen colours within the hour

have a say in what I will have to do as the Beta Female of the pack, and smiling around her soon becomes harder and harder. It felt like each sentence she said throughout the day became more and more insensitive. At one point, she told me, “Just choose a da

re me to some degree. Everyone knows that Max is an honest wolf. He grew up with the notion of “saving himself” for his mate, and, to this day, he’s still a virgin. Part of me hopes he doesn’t fin

rds while she turns up the radio volume, singing along to whatever song is playing. I don’t feel like joining her;

s, and my cottage comes into view. Part of me wants to run away at this moment, but the consequences would be dire. As Abby pulls in

sks, shutting off the engine and turning off the ra

e it will never be theirs for the rest of their lives, and I will never raise them and watch them grow up. A trail

crying.” Abby gives me a sideways glance, with a look of utter scorn and annoyance on her face. I stare at my so-called best friend in disbelief

d you’re telling me to get used to it?!” I shout, my voice shaking. I’ve finally snapped at her. I can’t believe how insensitive she is being right n

cking her from saying anything while I slam my fist into her stupid Land Rover’s dashboard. It dents with my strength from my rage. My fi

e in my life?” I ask, watcher her face as sh

’s it!” I continue, feeli

friend, but I allow the power in my blood to radiate off of me in waves to cover her, watching her cower before me once more. I know Abby envies my bloodline having Alpha and Beta blood. She knows full well that her heritage is that of a Breeder’s pup with an unknown father and hates her bloodline even though the wolves who raised her treated her like a princess. I guess she like

irection causes a low warning-growl to escape my lips. She may be a Beta Female and I but a lowly Breeder and inferior in comparison

er open again. I guess this bitch will need a new car. I think as I make my way into the house and the squeal of tires fills my ears. I scoff, knowing that Abby is running away both in fear and

the anger and indignation swirling inside me. I smile meekly at hi

per, and he nods unconvinced b

about her seemed so familiar, and the next thing I knew, I was hugging her and begging her not to leave me. My adoptive parents finally told me who she was that night, and after that, I met my siblings. M

s safe with this guard, and I can’t help but show weakness in front of him, something I hate showing but have been doing lately. His past is similar to Abby, but while she shows her true colours like a royally spoiled bitch - e

He laughs out loud, reas

r the Warrior to follow me inside, where cans of paint are waiting to be used up. I wipe my tears once more and take a dee

take a bite out of. The next day, Alex arrives early, just in time for the breakfast I made for the two of us before we get to work. I let him know that the furniture will arrive today and ask if he

r, and I learn that the two of them have been secretly helping Breeders escape when the chance is give

al and not a slave used to increase the population. Of course, once all the furniture is arranged and built and the walls painted, Alex and Matthew escape into the garage’s home gym for a good workout. Milly and

he back porch with hot cocoa in our hands. Matthew and Milly had left about three hou

might be, as Alex really is an outstanding wolf. Being mateless, Alex always talks about his hope of finding his mate and sp

gently, reminding me of how Chris would kiss me when I was worrying too much, and heads inside. I can hea

ill take my virginity tomorrow, and I will fully become a Breeder. Four days after tomorrow, my job will begin, and the first Warrior to be my partner will sho