CHASING MY RUNAWAY BREEDER

"Let me go!" Irish screamed at the top of her pitch as she fought against the relentless grip of the fierce wolf guards.

She was In the sleek, modern skyscraper that served as the headquarters of Alpha King Industries.

Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum, her breath a ragged symphony of fear and defiance.

"Let me go! I do not belong here!" She screamed again as her voice echoed through the cold, metallic corridors.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The guards with their impassive faces, dragged her towards a secure elevator that would take her away.

She had been kidnapped from school and brought here by these ferocious-looking guards who held her like fastening bolts.

Sadly, she knew who was responsible for her ordeal, and it was her father, Greg.

If she had not heard that secret exchange conversation between her father and the Alpha, she would have never believed.

As they marched, Irish's gaze darted around, searching for a glimmer of hope, anyone that sided with her in this, but no one was there for her.

Suddenly, her hurtful gaze met with her father's as he stood by the shadows with a look of shame mixed with sorrow on his face.

"Father!" she cried out. "Why did you do this to me?" Her father was supposed to be her only wall of protection since her mother died, yet he sold and abandoned her for his selfish gain.

As if that was not enough, she wouldn't be able to live a normal life anymore.

Taking in short gasps, tears rolled down her eyes like a water fountain.

Her teary eyes held a feeling of consuming rage. Rage so burning that anyone could feel it. Anger seeped through her heart and pronounced itself, the deepest feeling in her being.

Greg sharply yet guiltily looked away when their gazes met. He saw in her eyes, the flames of consuming anger, hurt, betrayal, and lastly, regret.

Irish had always known that her father was a weak man who gambled with his last penny, but she had never imagined that he would sell her to the Alpha King to repay his debts.

She continued staring at her father, trying to record the look on his face till he was out of sight.

When the elevator finally came to a stop, the doors opened and Irish was roughly shoved out.

She had been kidnapped and sold to the most powerful Alpha King in the city.

Irish knew that she had to escape even if was heavily guarded, and all alone.

All of a sudden, the guards stopped walking, holding her arm in place.

Irish could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. She held her breath, her heart pounding the more.

A muscular-looking figure came to stand in front of her. She tilted her head forward and her breath hitched.

It was the Alpha King himself.

They had never been this close before, but she had heard stories about his ruthlessness and cruelty.

He stood there for a moment, his eyes scanning her body.

"Take her away," He commanded, and the guards began dragging her again, but this time, towards a car.

After moving for a while, the car finally stopped in front of a mansion and she stepped out, wondering what this was all about.

Soon, they were in the mansion and she was getting shoved into a particular room.

Irish landed on the cold, hard, and unforgiving floor, and once again, the door was shut against her, just as her father abandoned and shut the door of his heart against her.

"I will never forgive him for this, I promise," Irish muttered to herself, sniffling hard.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and a lady elegantly walked in. She was the Luna of Silver Crest pack.

How could Irish not recognize her?

She always appeared beside the Alpha on television and each time she did, she always wore an air of authority and grace.

Rumor had it that she was rude and arrogant ass. Everyone assumed that her beauty must have made the Alpha make her Luna.

Another fact about her name was that she had not given birth even after years of being married to the Alpha.

Irish could remember those times when she would always look at the television, and envision herself being Luna. Though she didn't want Luna's rude side.

"Look what we have here. Our precious little breeder has finally arrived," Ashley sneered, her arms crossed beneath her breasts as her eyes dripped with disdain.

"Breeder?" Irish gasped, confused as ever.

"Yes, bitch. What else do you think you're here for?" Ashley laughed mockingly as she began taking slow, menacing steps towards Irish, till a creepy feeling engulfed Irish and made the hair at the back of her neck stand on end.

Irish had to be strong for herself since no one would, and so, she boldly glared at Ashley, matching her intimidating gaze.

"Well, you're the bitch here!"

Ashley widened her eyes in disbelief, shocked at Irish's sudden outburst.

"I'm not the cause of your childlessness. You must have lived a sort of wildlife in your youth. Don't you and the Alpha try to rub it on me." Irish said, eyeing Ashley whole.

If Ashley could call her a bitch, then, Irish thought she could fire back with a sassy response, Luna or not.

Ashley's face flushed as she heard those words. Her eyes displayed a dangerous glint as she felt challenged.

Taking two steps forward, she landed a dirty slap on Irish's left cheek.

"How dare you!"

The burning sensation on Irish's cheek made her hand instantly fly to her cheeks as she rubbed it.

Irish's eyes turned icy cold as all that feeling of pent-up anger, betrayal, and rejection came shimmering to the surface.

Arching her back and squaring her shoulders, Irish took some steps forward, angling her face till she looked Ashley straight in the eye.

"The truth doesn't hurt that bad," Irish fired bluntly.

Her strong resolve made Ashley retreat for a moment, taking a step back. Every word Irish uttered sliced her like a knife, she suddenly felt transparent in this young woman's eyes.

"Security!" She shrieked, putting on her tough act again.

"Lock her in the cold room!" She pointed harshly at Irish and the guards sprung into action.

"You shouldn't challenge Luna, it could get dangerous," Elsa, Irish's wolf, warned.

Irish shrugged and replied to her wolf, "I wasn't going to let her walk all over me. It's not like I'm the cause of everything."

Thanks to her stubborn attitude and big mouth, she now huddled in the corner of the cold room, shivering as the cold seeped through her bones.

Her mind raced with thoughts of escape. She had to act fast or she'd die from the cold.

With a surge of determination, she got up as her eyes scanned the dimly lit room for any possible means of escape.

Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps outside the room, followed by the ominous jingling of keys.

The door creaked open, and a voice boomed, "Where's the breeder?"

CHAPTER 02

Irish froze. She could recognize that authoritative voice that belonged to Alpha Adrian, even in her dreams.

He entered the room and flung the key backward and it landed in the hands of his subordinate.

There was something with his smooth movement that made Irish stare at his face longer. Her eyes darted to his chest and the outline of his biceps behind that black shirt almost sold her off.

Wait...was she ogling the Alpha just now?

Alpha cleared his throat and Irish shook her head, trying to regain control of herself.

"Come out." He commanded and Irish found herself obeying, after all, she was almost freezing to death.

Two guards escorted her into a room, but Alpha Adrian followed behind, his eyes trailing her back.

'His Luna has said her bit, what's even left for him to say?' Irish asked her wolf, Elsa, who oddly fell silent since the Alpha stood at the entrance of that cold room.

"Sit." Another command.

Her gaze landed on a low bunk bed, but Irish was determined not to bend or break, determined not to obey a single command.

"No." Came her firm reply. "Not until you tell me what you mean by breeder."

Walking menacingly towards her, his eyes stared deep into hers, as if to bore a hole in them.

Then he gave out a short, creepy laugh that brought a shiver down her spine.

"Breeder? It means I bought you for a fee. I own you. You'll warm my bed and bear me a child. You'll obey my every command and I'll do with you as I please."

Suddenly, his eyes lost all luster and his lips moved, "There are a few rules you'll have to abide by if you're going to stay in this Pack. You must obey my mate, your Luna. You mustn't come into my chambers unless you're sent for, and lastly, don't even think of running away. The penalty is death. Do you understand?" His bold voice vibrated in her ears and under her feet.

Every word and syllable dripped with as much warning as the last. A silent dare hung unto his words as if he couldn't wait to teach her a lesson. Making Irish wonder if he knew of the altercation she had with his mate.

Irish gulped, swallowing hard the lump in her throat as she kept her eyes on the floor. She couldn't bear to look him in the eye, now could she?

His words were fire already, his eyes might burn her to the ground.

Yet, Irish fought against her pounding chest and looked him straight in the eye.

"I am not your breeder, and I will never be."

A dangerous glint flashed across his eyes as they changed color. He snapped and grabbed her throat, tightening his hand as he reinforced, "Do you understand?"

Irish laughed mockingly. Wishing to anger him the more, she leaned closer, her eyes fixed on his, "Alpha King. Don't tell me you want to bed a lowlife like me. It's such a shame."

"Don't you dare question my decision!" His eyebrows furrowed in anger and he groaned.

"Or else?" Irish pushed her luck further, damning the consequences.

"Or I'll fucking kill you..." He was saying when strange sparkles like electricity traveled through his hand where he held Irish and spread through the rest of his body.

Groaning, because he didn't know what had just happened, he suddenly loosened his grip around her neck.

A conflicted expression flickered across his face as he wondered why he was feeling that way.

"You know, I'm not done with you yet." He fired fiercely and then stormed out of the place.

Thoughts of escape beclouded her senses as the Alpha left the room. But escaping from the Alpha, was that even possible?

Night came and Irish succumbed to sleep. She was already tired from all that screaming and challenging the Luna and Alpha.

She was woken up by a tap on her skin. She quickly arose as she squinted her eyes to adjust it to the light.

A servant brought a tray of food for her and she marveled at the sight. She had wanted to refuse but the grumbling of her stomach indicated that she needed food to survive and escape.

After that, she had her bath and went back to sleep when she heard the door creak open.

Her eyes snapped open and a naked Alpha was the first thing that came into sight.

In the Silver Crest pack, going naked was natural. But seeing the Alpha in that form made her quickly turn away.

Whatever took control of the Alpha that night, Irish couldn't fathom.

Adrian took slow, calculated steps toward her like a predator, waiting to devour his prey.

Irish began backing away from him, till her back hit the wall. There was no room for escape, but Adrian kept advancing.

"Stop. Please, don't hurt me." A scared Irish said even though her wolf seemed to be excited.

He touched her cheeks and shifted a loose strand, tucking it behind her ear, his fingers tracing her jawline.

Irish swallowed hard, licking her bottom lip. He was her captor and she wasn't supposed to feel an emotion but right now, her mind was running wild with thoughts.

Those scenes she'd read from romance books floated around her head.

Her lashes fluttered and she found herself leaning into his touch.

He lowered his head, drawing it sideways, but just as their lips were about to touch, Irish snapped back to reality.

"No, stop."

"Are...are you sure," His eyes drooped low and his voice became husky.

He ran his fingers through her arm. He advanced again and Irish found herself giving in and allowing him to claim her lips, their attraction like magnets.

They couldn't just get enough of each other as they ruffled through the desperate, lustful kiss.

Adrian tore her light gown, the only piece of clothing on her body before he parted her thighs, and her most intimate part came into view.

Without warning, he thrust inside her in one go like a savage beast, breaking her virginity.

"Make it stop, please!" Irish cried aloud as she shook from the pain.

Her body was in pain but her wolf was happy. A noticeable wave of sweetness coursed through her wolf. Elsa could feel herself getting more excited.

His woodsy scent became more intoxicating and the parted curtains showing the full moon gave her wolf a feeling of pure bliss.

"Mate," her wolf growled while his eyes turned golden.

Irish gasped, her eyes widening in horrifying surprise.

No, this was a joke, right? Oh, no, Was the cruel Alpha the mate the Moon goddess blessed her with?

Soon, reality slapped Irish on the face and her eyes widened in realization, leading her to a glaring question.

If she and Adrian were mates, then who exactly was Ashley to him?

Irish yawned and parted the curtains, letting the beautiful sunlight kiss her skin.

Looking down her stomach, she rubbed it gently. "I'm sorry darling, but I would never give up on you."

Her orbs soaked as the tears cascaded down her cheeks.

She could remember what had happened after that night, two months ago, when she slept with Alpha Adrian.

The next morning, he was so irritated by the sight of her that he stormed out of the room after he said to her, "Only in your imagination will I be with a lowlife like you. You disgust me." He spat and stormed out of the room in anger.

It seemed that the wolf thingy had made it impossible for him to resist her that night. But the events of that night had dashed her heart like glass on the floor, and when it fell, it had shattered into a million pieces.

She was his mate. He wouldn't reject her and neither would he set her free. The cruel abandonment of her father was nothing compared to the pain of finding her mate only to discover that he didn't want her.

A knock was rasped on her door and she quickly wiped her tears.

"It's time for your antenatal check-up." A servant announced behind her.

"I'll be down in a minute." Replied Irish.

When she got down, she found Adrian seated with Ashley, having breakfast, and they were staring at the tablet he was holding. Ashley was laughing at a joke he made while leaning into him. Obviously, they were having fun.

"This way lady. We have to get to the hospital on time." Cynthia said.

Cynthia was a maid, assigned to Irish when she fell pregnant.

Irish was following Cynthia when she heard Adrian speak. "Cynthia. You can leave Irish alone for today. I'll take her to the hospital myself."

Irish froze in place as she gasped, slowly turning around to face Adrian.

His words seemed to have caused so much tension in the room just now.

Ashley frowned deeply.

"Please stay with me. You're barely around these days and I'm not feeling too well. Cynthia can take perfect care of her." Ashley pleaded, even surprised that he could say such.

Irish smirked. She was sure it was the mate bond that made Adrian want to be so close to her. If it were not for the mate bond. They wouldn't even be together.

Ashley wasn't Adrian's mate and true Luna. At least Irish had witnessed it on the last night of the full moon.

On the night of the full moon, any pure Luna who had an Alpha mate was supposed to have a complete transformation such as senses heightening, limbs lengthening, and body covered in thick soft fur.

But none of that happened to Luna Ashley.

Irish blinked out of the past and focused on the couple.

Adrian stood up to face Ashley who was now equally standing.

"I need to go with her and keep her from harm's way. I mean she could encounter a dangerous rogue on her way that would mean that our child is gone. I need to protect her myself. I can't let her escape too. I thought we've talked about this."

Ashley went to stand close to Adrian, her eyes dripping with emotions, "You're doing this because she's your mate isn't it?" She then turned and stared daggers at Irish.

Irish folded her arms across her chest as she faced Adrian. "You should go be with your wife. She needs you. I will be fine on my own."

Irish began walking away when Adrian yanked her hand, dragging her backward.

"Don't you dare walk out on me? You'll listen to every word I say or I swear, you'll face the consequences of denying your Alpha," his words sent shivers down her spine as his eyes held her in place.

Irish backed down. No matter what, she couldn't deny the authority of an Alpha.

"Let's go," he walked past her, leaving Ashley fuming at the table.

When she held her gaze, Irish simply walked away. She didn't want to hear anything the Luna had to say. What else would it be? Just threats not to try anything funny with the Alpha.

As if her growing belly was funny! She got knocked up after one round of sex!

The drive to the hospital was very quiet. She was thankful he didn't say a word to her but the tension was so thick that she feared that was enough to send her child out of her womb.

She glanced at him now and then and Goddess! He had a deep frown etched on his face like everything upset him just by being in this world.

After the checkup, they took a ride home again.

"Are you hungry?" He suddenly asked.

"No."

"You should eat more. If anything-"

She snapped her head to him, "Don't you have better things to say than threaten me?"

He was turning to her immediately with eyes that sent her boldness back where it came from, "What did you say-"

"I said don't you have better things to do than baby me?" She shrieked, changing her words and wishing the car seat would swallow her.

How did Ashley live with this grumpy man and not try to run away?

"Just shut up and do as you're told," he turned back to the road, missing her narrowed glare in his direction.

He was pulling into the driveway and once the car came to a stop, Irish bolted out.

Please don't call me back. Please don't follow me. She chanted in her head as she climbed up the stairs.

Her feet suddenly slipped off the edge of the stairs and Irish's heart jerked as she saw her fall.

Oh Goddess, the baby!

She was losing balance, squeezing her eyes shut to brace for impact on the cold floor when strong arms wrapped around her waist.

"Are you fucking insane!" The scream tore through her mindless thoughts but unlike before, she didn't mind.

She was heaving, her chest rising and falling so hard, she gripped his shirt, looking him in the eye.

Tears blurred her vision as she took deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

Adrian's face softened when he saw the fear break out on her face. She was clinging onto him as if afraid to let go.

"It's okay," he found himself saying in a calm voice and she nodded, paying attention for the first time since she actually came here.

She looked so obedient with fear radiating all over her and she tried to speak but gulped back her words each time.

"You're alright," he said again, his eyes resting on her heaving breasts before they settled on her wet lips.

They drew him in like an enchantment.

" You're... Alright," he was swiping his tongue across his lips so fast and his throat felt tight as he swallowed.

Their faces were getting so close. He cupped her face, pushing her hair back and caressing her ears.

"Yes," she responded. She was fine. No pain at all. She was alright but why did it feel so incomplete?

His eyes were captivating. Was he coming closer or was she-

"Fuck this," Adrian suddenly whispered. "I can't do this anymore."

Do what--

His lips crashed on hers in an instant as he pulled her closer like he could merge them into one. Once his tongue thrust into her mouth, Irish felt the fire in her heart like a wild drum had begun.

She kissed him back and they pushed back and forth as if fighting for control.

A wild flame of passion started in her chest, spreading throughout her body and traveling between her legs.

How could a single kiss get her started like this? She was done for.

Everything was lost in their heated passion, nothing mattered except the insane urge to sink their teeth into-

"What the fuck is going on here?"