CHASING MY RUNAWAY BREEDER

f her pitch as she fought against the re

scraper that served as the headq

ike a war drum, her breath a rag

e screamed again as her voice echoed

ith their impassive faces, dragged her toward

rought here by these ferocious-looking g

sponsible for her ordeal,

ge conversation between her father and

rching for a glimmer of hope, anyone that sided

ther's as he stood by the shadows with a l

er was supposed to be her only wall of protection since her mo

she wouldn't be able to l

rs rolled down her eyes li

rning that anyone could feel it. Anger seeped through her h

gazes met. He saw in her eyes, the flames of co

gambled with his last penny, but she had never imagined th

er, trying to record the look on

to a stop, the doors opened and

d sold to the most powerf

o escape even if was heav

ards stopped walking, h

steps approaching. She held her br

and in front of her. She tilted her

Alpha Kin

fore, but she had heard stories a

a moment, his eye

d the guards began dragging her a

stopped in front of a mansion and she step

ion and she was getting sho

once again, the door was shut against her, just as her fa

this, I promise," Irish mutter

d a lady elegantly walked in. She

rish not re

television and each time she did, she al

ant ass. Everyone assumed that her beaut

she had not given birth even after

ways look at the television, and envision herself

has finally arrived," Ashley sneered, her arms crosse

sh gasped, con

gly as she began taking slow, menacing steps towards Irish, till a creepy f

no one would, and so, she boldly glared a

're the bi

in disbelief, shocked at

ved a sort of wildlife in your youth. Don't you and the Al

en, Irish thought she could fire bac

hose words. Her eyes displayed a dan

, she landed a dirty sla

dare

cheek made her hand instantly f

feeling of pent-up anger, betrayal, and

Irish took some steps forward, angling her fa

hurt that bad," I

a step back. Every word Irish uttered sliced her like a knif

ieked, putting on h

he pointed harshly at Irish an

na, it could get dangerous,

wasn't going to let her walk all over me.

she now huddled in the corner of the cold room,

of escape. She had to act fas

up as her eyes scanned the dimly lit

footsteps outside the room, follow

, and a voice boomed,