A breeder for the lycan king( Resisting the mating bond)

Eleanor's POV

My heart flipped as I stumbled backward, trying to get in what I had just heard, the realization that I was all alone and that this was truly happening dawn on me, my heart thumped against my breast cage as I sank to the ground, tears cascading down my cheek before yelling out, "Father no" I pleaded, my voice broke but I knew that I had to do this.

" You cannot do this to me! I am your heir and I deserve some sort of explanation, you cannot toss me away like I mean nothing to you, you cannot sell me off like I am trash to you," I rebuffed what he had just said, my hands fidgeting,

"My beta will take you to the Lycan king, your place is with him and you are never to come back here" he announced with a icy tone, before walking out with with his back turned to me, tears ran down my cheek when two hands held me up, yelling and kicking,

" Let go of me, my father wouldn't do this to me, I am his heir and I deserve better so please..."

I fought so hard to be let go and when they did, I stood outside, with hands clutching the edge of my gown tightly while biting into my lips until I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth,

My father's beta walked past me, with a stern look on his face, "It's time to leave," I flipped my head around, stealing one last lingering glance at the house that had been my home since childhood. A small entourage stood by, waiting to bid me farewell.

Today was a day I wished had never come. To be sold as a war bounty by one's pack was a fate no one would ever desire, yet I had been chosen. Why me? I'd asked countless times, but no one had provided an answer, not even my parents, who held the positions of Alpha and Luna in our pack.

With a sigh, I dug my nails into my palms and waved my hand to the small crowd behind me. My eyes met my mother's on the balcony. She stood up there, a hand clasped over her mouth, withdrawing immediately after our eyes had met. A pang of hurt struck me. Why wouldn't she say goodbye?

I stepped into the waiting car, a tear tracing down my cheek as it pulled away. The familiar face of the pack I had grown to love became distant.

"We should be arriving soon. You mustn't disappoint the Lycan king. No tantrums, and you must obey his commands without objection, whatever he tells you to do is what you are going to do" the driver, my father's Beta, instructed

"Why?" I blurted out.

"Why should I submit to a man I don't know, nor do I want? Of everybody, why does it have to be him? The Lycan king?"I have heard tales about how ruthless he was, how he kills werewolves just because he pleases and now, I was being taken to the same man we all detested.

He remained silent, and the silence lingered. Then, with an icy tone, he spoke again.

"You'll understand when we arrive."

My heart quickened as he drove into a magnificent palace which was painted gray and hidden by the thick woods which were beside it. Guards stood outside fully armed, and a shiver ran down my spine. I was forced to face reality.

The door slammed shut, and I glanced at my father's Beta, who exited the car with a stern expression.

"Come with me," he directed.

My steps faltered as we made our way inside the vast hall which was devoid of human presence until a pretty lady sashayed in, swaying her waist to the side, her steps were elegant, and her skin glowed when it came in contact with the soft lighting in the room.

"We demand an audience with the Lycan king."

She stared at me, her eyes a contemptuous glare as if I were beneath her, unfit to stand in her presence.

"You may leave. I will handle this."

I watched silently as his body curved into a bow before stepping out, "Beta..." I whimpered, placing a hand on his wrist as he made a way out when he glared at me,

"Stay put and don't tarnish the pack's name, remember you have a duty to play"

I stumbled, feeling alone, and lost when she spoke up, her voice cold and domineering, filled with so much hate,

"You must be the breeder, destined to be discarded once you bear my child."

My eyes widened in disbelief. Breeder? Her child? No one had prepared me for that. I was supposed to be the Queen, not some breeder.

"I am no one's breeder" I answered,

Her hand reached for my face, nails digging into my skin, not paying attention to what I had said initially.

"Fair skin, full lips, wide hips, perfect eyes. You may have his body, but you'll never have his heart. Andre is mine and mine alone"

I yanked her hands off my face,

" I never said I wanted to have anyone, let me go" Her eyes widened in shock and I flinched when she raised a hand, intending to strike me across the face when a voice stopped her,

"Phoebe, what are you doing?"

She scoffed, turning on her heels, "I think she needs to be put in her place, she doesn't seem to buy the idea of being a breeder"

"I am..." I tried explaining when he flicked his head around, gesturing at the maids,

"Take her away and prepare her for his Majesty's bed."

I was dragged from the room, helpless, unable to process what had just transpired, no one had said anything to me about being a breeder, what was going on here? Why wasn't I able to ask any questions?

Everything felt just like a dream to me, one I wished I could wake up from, but when I was yanked into the bathtub, maids tending to my skin delicately, I knew it wasn't. This was a life I had to live now.

I was forced into a thin linen gown, a shawl covering my face as I was led down a vast hall, my senses tingled and heightened, and unlike her usual self, Kira was absent today. She wasn't here to talk me through all that I was going through.

Led to a bed, I felt the weight of impending doom.

"His Majesty will arrive soon. Obey his every command," a voice cautioned before departing.

Alone, I let my hands wander on the bed, my heart racing. The moment had arrived. I had to surrender myself to a man I knew nothing about.

The door creaked open. A musky scent filled my senses, and I tensed when a hand brushed my shawl aside, Fists clenched, I shut my eyes tightly, unwilling to face the unknown.

"Look at me!" his command echoed, his voice deep and husky, making ripples in my stomach. My eyes met his, hazel ones radiating warmth. A spark of hope ignited within, and I knew nothing could go wrong with having him by my side,

"Mate!" Kira giggled excitedly, and I felt everything plunge downward at the next word he uttered out of his lips,

"You must be the breeder, destined to bear my child."

I shook my head, I have heard stories about one's mates and I have also had different ways I wanted my first time to be, "I am not a breeder; I am your mate!"I insisted,

He chuckled, dismissing my protest. "A breeder you are and a breeder you shall be."

He strutted down, his lips in a curve as he ran a finger underneath my lower lips, his eyes darkened, as his gaze penetrated mine and I was lost in the abyss.

"Tell me you want me" his hands caressed my boobs, same time heat pooled in-between my legs. I refused to say a word as I muffled my groan. "Say it and I will take you to an height you never knew existed"

I gulped in, before nodding at him.Tears tinting the side of my eyes when he slipped in, so firm and hard making my toes curl. Our hips rocked as I tried to meet his pace and when I felt hot liquid trickling in between my legs, I halted.

"Dress up and leave. The maids at the door will tend to you, you aren't allowed to come in here unless I call for you" he ordered, I fumbled around, picking up the bits of clothing that lay on the cold tiles.

My heart ached, shattered by how cold he had sounded so suddenly. This was my first time and I knew that he knew it, the blood stain on the bedspread must have given it away, but still, he didn't even care.

As I stumbled away, his words to the maid who had pushed the door open pierced through my very soul just like tiny shards of needles.

"Get me, Phoebe, she should be ready to warm my bed this night"

Eleanor's POV

I leaned against the wall of the palace, taking one of my numerous afternoon walks that I had been told was necessary for me.

I sniffed in when memories from last night came flooding in. I couldn't say for how long I had leaned my ears against the wall to Andre's room which was close to mine. I had slept off on the cold marble tiles when Phoebe moaning got worse and I was left dejected, everything seemed to be falling apart for me barely a week after being here.

From being sold to knowing that all my mate saw me as was a breeder. I didn't know what I had done wrong, I had high expectations, and I have dreamt of my virginity being taken in the most beautiful ways, with flowers and candle lights by the side but it was nothing as I had imagined, he had kept slamming into me like all I was was some trash he was supposed to dispose his cum in.

" What the hell!" I screamed out angrily, raising my face upward, anger brimming inside of me as I was forced back to reality. I was drenched from head to toe and Phoebe stood with a smirk on her face.

"Oops, sorry," she clasped a hand over her mouth but I knew that she was mocking me,

"I never knew you were walking by, What were you thinking about that had you so deep in thought? Lowly breeder" She had a wide smile on her face, one I wished I could wipe off,

I glared at her, trying to conjure up the words to say back to her but I just couldn't. Taking a step forward, I ran toward the gate with all of the strength that I could muster inside of me.

I knew I was done. This wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want a life like this, Andre had someone he loved, and I could tell that I wasn't wanted here so I was leaving.

I ran toward the gate with everything in me, damming all of the consequences. I was going back home, at least if my parents saw me this way, they would take me back. If they saw me drenched, I would be accepted.

I couldn't bring myself to pay attention to how sparingly the guards were at the gate, it was as though they had been all taken away. The last image I saw before halting a cab was of Phoebe gesturing at me to go away, reminding me yet again of how unwanted I was.

I gave the directions to the cab driver, praying earnestly to Selina that he wouldn't ask why my clothes were drenched and although he kept staring at me through the rear mirror, he kept whatever he intended to say to himself.

"Father!" I yelled out when the cab stopped in front of the pack house, and he stepped out, donning his black robe

He squinted his eyes at me,"Why are you here? You have a husband, and you aren't supposed to be here"

" A husband?" I questioned, Andre was anything but a husband to me, all he did was call me to his room, fuck me in whatever position he pleases, and send me back.

Andre's claim over me was a far cry from the loving partner I had hoped for, all of his actions hurt me,

"Father, he treats me like an object, a means to an end. He's not a husband, at least not to me."

Tears welled in my mother's eyes when she saw me, a stark contrast to my father's unyielding stance.

"Eleanor?" Her voice wavered as she whispered my name,

This was what I had been reduced to, I was looking tattered and unkempt,

"Go back Eleanor, you have a home now and you should act like a married woman. Leave this instant!"

I flipped my head to the side, wanting to be sure my ear wasn't playing mind tricks on me. This didn't sound like my father, the man who had sheltered me from every form of evil since I was young, the same one who wouldn't let a pin prick me just because he wanted my skin to be porcelain, the one who granted me whatever I wanted, where has it all gone wrong?

"Father, this...is me ... .your pearl, mother, please, I can't go back there" I shook my head, goosebumps filled my skin when I thought of what I would go through if I went back there,

"Gosh, father please, don't act this way to me, I am your daughter, I am Eleanor, your daughter, please..." I was at teter end, everything was falling apart for me, and the only ones I wanted were here, They shouldn't give up on me either,

"I, Alpha Bernard of Auburn pack, announce today that anyone who allows Princess Eleanor into this pack next time will be banished" The words extinguished whatever hope I was having,

My mouth widened in shock as my legs gave way and I sank to the ground, my lips quivered as I tried to muster up the right words to say but I couldn't, I was broken and dejected,

"Father" I whimpered in pain, my chest hurt and Kira kept on wailing, she was in pain just like I was,

"You cannot do this, You sold me off without an explanation, and now you are cutting me off," I yelled at him with all of my strength,

"I can't breathe in the Lycan king's palace," I took in a sharp intake of breath

"Tears have become my constant food, my heart hitch anytime he wakes in, he fucks me like I am some slut, and all he sees me as is a breeder, so father please, "I begged sincerely, "Take me back"

I watched on in silence, tears cascading down my cheeks as he turned around, his fist clenched, I knew he was finding it hard to come to a decision but why? What was he hiding? Why couldn't he come open to me about it? What was it that he had to send me off like I was some thief?

"I do not feel wanted, his mistress maltreats me, calling me names and..."

" He is your mate" my mother added, " And you are supposed to be by his side at all times, you both will sort things out, for now, leave''

I was disappointed,

"I should leave? This has been my house, where am I supposed to go?"

" Guards!" My father growled, flipping his eyes around, he glanced at me, hatred filled his gaze,

"This should be the last time I set my eyes on her because the next time I do, you all will pay"

I stared on blankly as hands jerked me up and I let them drag me away, I was torn and broken as I was taken away and shoved into the car I had come in,

" Take her away," one of the guards instructed, shoving Dollar bills into the cab driver's hands, cupping my face, I placed my head on my knees. Everything was gone and I had no hope anymore. My heart flipped when I was tugged by hands immediately I stepped out of the car,

"You are dead meat'' Phoebe whispered to me, a wide smile on her face.

Andre's POV

Tapping my fingers on the tablet, I absentmindedly ran my tongue over my lower lip, a chuckle escaping through my lips, "She ran?"

I gritted my teeth with my fist clenched in anger, vexed at the nerves she possessed,

"That wench had the nerve to flee from me, how dare she? How was it possible that she slipped past the gates, which are usually heavily guarded at all times? Who aided her escape?" I demanded an answer, one that Gavin had no answer to.

I had treated her well, provided food, and a bed, and made her feel good, so how exactly could she escape? Or even think of escaping when all I have done was be good to her?

Gavin sniffed, "I'll assemble a search party to track her down."

"No," I refused, shaking my head,

"Don't." His puzzled expression told me he was struggling to understand what I meant.

"She should return soon," I extended my hands to flip over the hourglass on the table. Leaning back into my chair, I continued,

"Where were the guards who were tasked with monitoring her every move when she managed to escape?"

"They couldn't account for her escape through the gate, Your Majesty. And what about the alliances? If she's gone missing, it might shatter the pact we have painstakingly established." he complained,

I let out a wry chuckle, amused by what I had just heard,

"I am the Lycan king, not them, they should be happy that their pack was spared from being raided and focus on better things. Besides, they adored her. When I found out that she was my mate, it was an opportunity I couldn't let slip by, she was the perfect answer to my riddle all of this while"

Silence lingered over the room, accompanied by the rustling of papers and the gentle hum of the air conditioner. The discomfort of causing pain to my mate gnawed at me. I didn't understand why I still felt pain whenever I was hurting her.

From the very day I had lost my mother, I vowed vengeance upon those who had robbed me of her. I had conquered packs, killing their Alphas and merging their packs into my kingdom.

Yet, now I was tied to a werewolf, the very tribe I abhorred just the same way I breathe.

I squinted my eyes at the paper before me, stunned by her age. "She's barely twenty?"

"Nineteen," my Beta corrected.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. What was I to do with a nineteen-year-old? Babysit her? How exactly did it go from my vendetta to babysitting a teen?

"Why didn't you mention she was nineteen? What am I supposed to do with a teenager?" I lashed out at Gavin, irritated,

"She is your mate, the one chosen by Selina. It's not a choice we make, Your Majesty."

I shook my head, rejecting it. "She won't become my Luna, nor will she ascend the Lycan throne as its Queen. It's forbidden. A werewolf cannot sit beside me, not when they took my mother away from me and made my father hurt himself just because he couldn't live without his mate"

Unlike what most people kept on saying about my father loving my mother so much that he was unable to live without her, I thought otherwise, All I could see was him being cruel and selfish, if he wasn't, at least he would have been kind enough to know that he had a son who needed him,

"Then what is your plan for her?"Gavin's voice jerked me from my stream of thought," After all she is your mate." he added,

A smirk tugged at my lips,

"Selina must have had a reason for choosing her as my mate, there must be something precious about her for her to be chosen as my mate" Yes, there has to be something,

"And I am going to find out whatever it is, I will break her, mold her into whatever I want her to be to me, and when I am done with her, only then can I let her leave my side"

Yes, that was what I was going to do, an evil smile adorned my face as I thought of how broken her parents would be when they saw what I had forced their pearl to.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I recalled the smile on her father's face as he called her his pearl, right to my face... I was going to make sure I broke her myself, enjoying the process, and that should be enough warning to the werewolf who wasn't extinct yet.

" You cannot do that, She is your mate, it doesn't even make sense. It wasn't her fault that she was chosen as your mate neither was it her fault what happened with the late queen. Why will she face retribution for what she knows nothing about?"

I flared up at Gavin, angered by what he had just said, he was the last person I expected to talk in such a way to me, not when he knew how much pain I had gone through without having a mother figure in my life,

"Where was she when Phoebe was by my side? Where was my fucking mate when Phoebe was the only person who consoled me, telling me everything was going to be okay? Huh? No, give me an answer" I pressed on when he was silent.

He opened his mouth to speak before clasping it shut, "But your majesty, your mate is supposed to be the one you tell everyone, and she will help you get better besides..."

I snapped at him, " All. They. Do. Is. Make. One. Weak" I was vexed already,

" You saw my father? And how he had acted when he shouldn't have because my mother was killed, It made him weak, and I was forced at a young age to take responsibility for every single person in this kingdom, so do not talk to me about her being my mate, all she will do is birth me an heir and that is it" I pointed that out to him before shaking my head to the side,

" The position as my queen will be given to Phoebe and no one will dispute that" I assured him,

" Your Majesty"

I pounded my fist into the table angrily, standing up abruptly from the chair I was sitting on,

" I would rather not hear a word about this anymore from that lip of yours, one more word, and I will make sure you do not say a word out of your mouth ever again" I threatened, walking in large strides toward the door, with my hands on the knob, I pushed it open before flicking my head back to take a look at my beta who stood dumbstruck,

" Bring her to my room when she is back," I slammed the door in his face, my chest heaving up and down,

I held the knob to my room tightly when memories from the night my mother had been killed filled my head.

The very same day I had held her dead body in my hands, a part of me had died as I watched her being buried.

Shaking my head to the side, I tried to get them out, but it didn't help.

I picked up the decanter, pouring its contents into a champagne flute, with my hands holding the decanter firmly. I hurled the glass of alcohol I had poured at the wall while racking my head for the best punishment for her when she got back.