Sold By My Ex-husband, I Became The Rogue's Breeder

Freya

"I am sorry to say this but you can't bear a child again because your womb has been greatly damaged" My lips parted in shock as his words echoed through my mind.

Time slowed down and it felt like the whole room was spinning with the doctor's words fading in the background. No, it had to be that my hearing was impaired or maybe this was a nightmare.

The pack's doctor snapped me out of my thoughts. "Luna Freya, are you even listening?"

Staring deep into her eyes, the reality of what was happening weighed in on me, causing dread to settle at the pit of my stomach as tears rushed into my eyes and my hands flew over my mouth.

"No!" A scream tore from my lips.

Today was the day that I was supposed to be discharged from the hospital and I came to ask her to know when I could start trying for a child again because, for the fourth time, my baby died in my womb- A stillborn.

I wiped off my tears with the back of my hands, shaking my head slowly. "Five years of trying for a child and you are telling me this? How can you be so heartless? I eat healthy, take a lot of water and my health is my priority..."

She cut in, speaking softly. "Freya"

"Dr Ann, you can't do this to me. If I don't give the pack an heir soon, then I will be kicked out of the pack house and someone else is going to take my place" I said hurriedly.

My head shook and my lips trembled. "Please, I am sure that there is a mistake somewhere, my womb can't be damaged. I don't want another woman to take my place so please can you re-diagnose?"

Dr Ann heaved an exasperated sigh, reaching her hands for mine as tears pressed at the back of my eyelids. "Let us drop the formalities now and considering how you are my friend, I need to talk to you"

She squeezed my hands gently. "Freya, if I don't tell you the truth then no one else is going to. Can you please glance behind you and tell me what you see"

With a trembling head, I glanced behind me and darted my eyes back to her. "No one"

As soon as I uttered those words, my heart sank into my stomach and the tears that glinted in my eyes cascaded down my cheeks.

"No one, Freya. You are trying so hard to give an heir to the same pack that doesn't care about you. Ever since you have been admitted into the hospital, no one visited you, no one bothered to ask about your health. Not even your parents and siblings. You are losing yourself for the same people that don't give a damn about you"

My heart ached. It ached so bad that it felt like it might stop at any moment.

Wiping off my tears with the back of my hands, I swallowed the heavy lump that lodged beneath my throat. "Even if the whole world hates me, at least my husband, Tyson does and......." My words trailed because deep down, I knew that all my words were nothing but lies.

The idea of Tyson loving me was nothing but a facade.

Being the Lycan princess, one would think that my life was perfect but it was far from that. Unlike other Lycans, I was powerless, weak, useless, and was no different from a human which caused me to be despised by many including my father who would always stare at me in disappointment.

He was so disappointed in me that he hardly showed me off and concealed my identity.

At first, my mum was the one who would always protect me from the harsh and condescending words of my father but ever since she died, my life went from worse to worse and it was finally thrown into total disarray when my father took another wife a few years after my mum's death.

Ever since my father married my stepmother, I was pushed aside, and neglected, and every passing day, I would see my father choose his stepdaughter, Ariel over me because she was everything that he wanted me to be.

Everything that belonged to me, including my inheritance was given to my evil step-sister who would always taunt me alongside my stepmother.

When my father was sick of seeing me around, he forced me into a contract marriage that I objected to at first but on seeing that the marriage was with my long-time crush, Alpha Tyson, I consented to it, thinking that he was going to change my life for the better and give me the love that soul yearned for.

But, I had no idea that was the beginning of my misery.

Tyson at first pretended to be in love with me, causing me to hand over the only inheritance that my mother and late grandparents had left for me. He didn't allow me to work and would blatantly tell me that my duty was to serve him and remain as his Luna.

Despite the way he acted harshly towards me, subjecting me to years of emotional abuse and mistreatment, I always tried to assure myself that he loved me and that was why he treated me that way.

But now, glancing behind me and seeing that no one was there. I...

I jumped to my feet, smoothening my hair and my hand. "Tyson isn't here because he is on a business trip. He loves me and that is all that matters..." My words trailed as I avoided the gaze of Ann who stared at me pathetically.

I hit my chest in affirmation. "Concerning my womb being damaged..."

"It is true!" Ann cut in.

Those words shattered my heart into pieces and tears rushed into my eyes again, threatening to fall. "Can you not tell Tyson about it? I would appreciate that"

I left the hospital, heading home, and all through my drive, tears streamed down my cheeks, constantly placing my hands on my stomach and the fact that I would never give birth was suffocating.

I arrived at our mansion, exchanging pleasantries with the servants while masking my sadness with a smile.

That was how I lived all my life- Masking my hurt with a smile.

But at the same time, I couldn't help but notice the expression on their faces like they were shocked to see me or they were not expecting it. Maybe I was just overthinking things.

I pushed the door open, walking towards the vestibule while slipping off my shoes and at the same time, thinking about a way to confront Tyson about the reason why he didn't visit me in a way that wouldn't make him mad at me.

The other time, he almost hurled his phone at me because I asked to know about his whereabouts and the reason why he had been coming late.

Climbing up the stairs, I muttered to myself. "I am just going to talk to him sweetly and how do I......" I stopped in my tracks when the sound of something took me aback.

Did I just hear a moan?

Fear gnawed at me at that moment and I ran my hands through my hair before an awkward laughter rippled from my mouth. "Tyson might be everything but he is not a cheat. On our wedding, he made the vow to only have his eyes on me" I assured myself, and with every step that I took, a feeling of unease surged inside of me, and most importantly, the moaning sound that I heard intensified.

I was now standing at the door of our bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I swallowed the lump that lodged beneath my throat, anxiety creeping at the back of my neck.

Mustering the courage inside of me, I pushed the door open and my heart seemed like it stopped at that moment when my gaze landed on Tyson in bed with another woman.

She sat on his lap, straddling him, her perky boobs bouncing with every up-and-down motion that she made. He gripped her hair and pulled her closer to his face as he kissed her mercilessly.

For a moment, I couldn't move and it felt like one of those nightmares that always haunted me every night.

When Tyson pulled the woman's hair behind her neck, I froze and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets in shock.

At first, I had to rub my hands on my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right.

It was my stepsister. Ariel.

Anger flared within me at that moment and all the pent-up rage that I had hidden for years surged inside of me as I yelled. "What is going on here?"

The two of them stopped at the same time and in slow motion, they glanced in my direction. Ariel screamed as she slid off Tyson, wrapping herself in the sheets while Tyson stared at me with a face filled with horror.

"W-What are you doing here.....you aren't supposed to be here" He stuttered and my vision blurred with tears as I retracted my step.

Sniffling, my fingers clenched and in a fit of rage, I reached my hands for my phone while I began to record a video as Ariel rushed towards me and Tyson didn't even bother to cover himself.

"What are you doing!"

"I am showing the world the face of these two cheats. Your wedding is tomorrow, Ariel and everyone is going to see how shameless you and Tyson are. I was in the hospital fighting for my life and you guys were here fucking each other?"

I wiped off my tears as Tyson barked. "Hand the phone over now!"

Ariel cried. "Sister Freya, you can't do this to me. Why do you want to ruin my wedding when we can talk this out"

"No! I am going to expose the two of you to the whole world" I glared hard, resisting the urge to break down even if the only thing I wanted to do was cry.

With a final glance, I turned to leave, walking down the hallway when I heard footsteps behind me, and before I could wrap my head around what was happening, Tyson crashed a flower vase on my head, causing blood to trickle down my head, dripping to the floor.

Pain shot through me and my eyesight became fuzzy and at that moment, Ariel rushed towards me, crashing another flower vase on my head as blood trickled down my head.

The world went dark and before I knew what was happening, my eyes shut close and I collapsed to the ground.

Freya's P.O.V

I could hear voices.

Hostile Voices.

Voices that seemed to be laced with dread.

My eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped my lips when pain sliced through my head like a knife.

The horrendous and putrid smell assaulted my nostrils and the screams, and cusses from tiny and sharp edges voices caused me to jerk back to reality.

Swiveling my gaze around the entire place, I tried so hard to wrap my head around what the hell was going on and most importantly, what was I doing there.

Women with disheveled hair, and specks of dust on their faces filled without enthusiasm. My drowsy eyes flickered to their hands and that was the moment my heart pounded in my chest and I snapped out of my drowsiness.

My eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets in shock when I noticed that their wrists were bound as well as their legs and to worsen it, I was in the same situation as them.

Dread settled at the pit of my stomach as fear clogged my throat. I was forced to squeeze my eyes shut, trying to wake up from the nightmare that I found myself in.

It had to be a nightmare because how in the world did I get here?

My nose flared at that moment because what was this horrible stench?

Amidst the sharp pain in my head, memories that caused the pain to intensify rushed into my head like a flood and that was when it felt like my heart stopped and the hostile environment that I found myself in faded in the background.

Just after I got the harsh news about never being able to bear a child again, I caught Tyson and Ariel fucking each other on our matrimonial bed and...

Those bastards attempted to kill me!

But wait for a second, if they attempted to kill me, then could they have succeeded, and does it mean that I was dead? Could I have crossed to the afterworld and was this Hell?

But I was a good person throughout my entire lifetime so what was I doing in hell?

This didn't make any sense because how in the world did I go from having a flower vase shattered on my head to find myself amid women with hands and feet bound?

Swallowing the heavy lump that formed in my throat, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when a man with dirty blonde hair hit the bars with his rod.

He snarled. "If I hear a fucking whimper or wince in here, I would kill you all"

At that moment, the reality around me hit me. While some women were crying, some had dried tears on their cheeks and different thoughts coursed through my mind.

Could all of this be a prank? Maybe everything that happened with Tyson and Ariel was a prank and they put on that show to prepare me for a greater surprise.

Maybe this whole show of inhumane activities was also part of the prank.

Before the man could leave, I yelled. "Excuse me, I demand to know what is going on here and why am I here? Is this some sort of a prank?"

He stopped in his tracks, staring at me with amusement glinting in his eyes before his upper lips curled. "Prank?"

I nodded, anxiety creeping at the back of my neck for a reason that I couldn't place. All of a sudden, he burst into a peal of hysterical laughter, and all the other cruel men wearing the same uniform as him joined him in the laughter.

I mustered the courage and said. "Yes, isn't this whole event a prank? Tyson......" I called, my voice reverberating through the cold walls.

He clicked his tongue in his mouth. "Delusional being, this isn't a prank and you have been sold to us by your ex-husband!"

I froze momentarily, his words echoing through my mind and slowly, my lips wobbled. "Ex-husband?"

He nodded. "Yes!"

At that moment, the reality hit me that I had been sold into a human trafficking ring and two things were bound to happen, it was either I got trafficked as a sex slave or I had my organs harvested.

As dread washed over me, I screamed at the top of my lungs. "No!"

"Tyson and Ariel" I muttered through gritted teeth.

Those two sold me off to this deathhouse because they were scared that I was going to expose their secrets.

How could they do this to me?

Most importantly, how could Tyson do something like this to me? It wasn't enough that he cheated on me, he dared to sell me off to some crazy people who would surely assault me and in the end kill me and toss my body to the wild beast to devour.

Just the thoughts caused my stomach to churn and my fear intensified when a woman who had the color drained on her face was pushed inside as she fell to the ground.

A man yelled outside the cell. "Why can't you do your job properly? This isn't the woman that he wants!"

Woah! They were already picking women to be used for their sexual satisfaction- I presumed.

However, on the bright side, there was a high chance that I might never be chosen since men hardly found me attractive and...

My train of thought was broken when the dirty blonde-haired man from earlier, barged into the cell, loosening the rope around my wrist and feet before he grabbed me by the wrist, forcing me up.

Fear clawed at my throat and with a shaky voice, I stuttered. "W-Where are you taking me to? Leave me alone, now!"

I struggled to free myself from his firm grip as I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Leave me alone, you bastard, and take your filthy hands off me"

The last thing that I wanted was to be touched by these men. All I wanted was to disappear and wake up from this nightmare.

Why was my life filled with a lot of turmoil? Why do I have to leave one problem just to jump in another?

All of a sudden, he landed a slap across my cheeks that whipped my head to the side and knocked the air out of my lungs.

His eyes darkened and the rage in his eyes sent shivers down my spine I could be weak but the last thing that I wanted was for these filthy men to take advantage of me or sell me into a trafficking ring.

I would rather die than withstand this nonsense.

I should have died when Tyson and Ariel broke flower vases on my head. I should have died right from my mother's womb.

"You had better kill me now because I wouldn't be going in with you" I yelled right to his face and he grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me right to the ground.

At that moment, a middle-aged man came inside and he roared. "What is going on here..."

The dirty blonde-haired man turned to look at him, only to be slapped across the cheeks as he pulled his head and whispered something into his ears.

Staring at the two of them in fear, I watched as the blonde-haired man's eyes widened in fear as he fixed his gaze on me.

The middle-aged man approached me and the hostility in his voice sent shivers down my spine. "You would come with us now!"

I yelled at him. "No, never!"

A smile crept at the corner of his lips and my eyes widened when he brought out a syringe. "You would leave me no option than this..."

"Hold her!" He barked and at that moment, the blonde-haired man held me and despite my struggle, my vision became blurry and weakness overtook me when the syringe pierced into my neck.

***

My eyes fluttered open slowly and the fresh scent of lavender filled my nostrils. With blurred vision, my gaze fell on some women dressed in white clothing, massaging my feet and oiling my skin.

The events of earlier replayed in my head and this time, I wasn't scared nor fazed because it was now glaring that I was dead like I wanted.

I was now in heaven.

Cold air gushed through my skin and everything that I felt was heavenly and most importantly, when warm hands pressed on my forehead. "Are you awake?"

As a small smile played on my lips, I sat upright and nodded. "Yes"

However, when my cheeks stung, I snapped out of my fantasy and rubbed my hands on my eyes."Excuse me, can I know where I am?" I muttered under my breath.

I could barely speak out loud because I was weak as hell and at that moment, a woman walked towards me with a smile on her face.

"Congratulations"

I raised a brow in confusion. "Congratulations?"

"Yes, congratulations on being selected as the Rogue King's Breeder"

At first, I had to glance behind me to be sure that the person she was referring to was behind me because it couldn't be me!

"I am sure that there is a mistake somewhere" I jumped out of the comfy bed and I had barely taken a single step when my gaze landed on the portrait that was hung on the wall.

At first, I had to rub my hands on my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right because there was no way that I was in Thorne's room, the cruel Rogue King- My father's enemy.

Thorne Frost, the cruel Rogue King ruled with an iron fist. He was young and yet, he held the world in his palm and made everyone do his bidding.

The only person that never succumbed to his intimidation was my father and that was when the Cold War between them started. Thorne gave him sleepless nights both in the werewolf world and the business world.

It got so bad that my father banned the members of his kingdom from ever having anything to do with anyone from Thorne's territory.

Death Penalty.

The maids encircled me, ready to continue what they were doing when I rushed towards the door, ready to escape this nightmare.

I had hardly gotten to the door when the door opened and my eyes met with those hazel eyes that looked like a storm raged inside and the dark aura that swirled around him sent shivers down my spine.

His raven black hair, his sharp jawline, and his face screams perfection as his gaze singed right into my face, setting my whole body on fire.

He took a step forward and my heart turned cold.

He was breathtakingly handsome, smelt dangerous, and looked like he was shrouded by darkness.

I swallowed when the reality hit me that if he ever finds out that I was his enemy's daughter then one thing was going to happen.

He was going to kill me since he held another different kind of hate for people related to my father.

All of this had to be a nightmare because not only was I selected to be Thorne's breeder, but how in the world would I become a breeder when the doctor told me that my womb was damaged?

Thorne's P.O.V

My heart skipped a bit as soon as my eyes met hers.

Towering over the petite woman who stood before me, her brown eyes glinting with fear as her shoulders sagged and she shuddered, retracting her step with every step that I took towards her.

The maids trotted out of the room with their heads lowered, leaving me with a dark brown-haired woman who looked more like she could crumble to the ground any moment from now.

Staring intently at her while studying her with eyes devoid of emotion, I was beginning to doubt if she was a powerful Lycan like I was told. The more I stared at her, the more I noticed that she wasn't special in any way.

Lycans were known to have this powerful aura around them and that was the major reason I hated their guts! But as for her, she looked timid, and scared and I was about to send her back to the dungeon when my gaze landed on the inked inscription around her wrist that read 'Tierra' meaning earth in Spanish.

Only the powerful Lycans who were directly connected to the royal family were the ones who had this sign.

My eyes swept back to her face as she ducked her head, fiddling with her fingers and a smile crept at the corner of my lips.

"What is your name?"

She raised her head, locking gazes with me as her lips wobbled. "Fr...Fr...Fr..." She stuttered.

Raising a brow, I said in a deep raspy voice. "A cat suddenly got your tongue?"

Her eyes squeezed shut and she blurted out. "Freya. Freya Hans......" She paused.

"Freya Finnegan" She exhaled sharply, taking deep breaths in a way that caused my eyes to glint with amusement. All through my existence, I had never witnessed any Lycan as scared and fearful as she was.

With my hands folded behind me, I fixed her a stern gaze. "Listen, as much as I despise all Lycans, most importantly people related to the Lycan King, I have no plans of hurting you or keeping you around me for a long time"

Despite the glint of fear in her eyes, her eyes peaked with curiosity. "And what could it be? Your majesty" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I want you to be my breeder. You will give me a child" I watched as she swallowed hard, fiddling with her fingers. "How would that be possible sir..."Her words trailed and she ducked her head as soon as I shot her a glare.

"Impossibility doesn't exist in my books. I don't care about how you were sold or who sold you but what matters to me is now so listen to me carefully,"

"My fiancée and I have been trying for a child for a while now with no positive results. After consulting the priestess, she mentioned that my fiancée would only bear a child after a powerful Lycan from the royal family gave me my first child. You have nothing to worry about though, my fiancée approved of this"

I plopped on the couch behind me, crossing my legs as my eyes slithered down her body. "You only need to get pregnant, give birth, and after you are done nursing the child, the baby will be collected from you and you will be compensated greatly for this"

Freya bit the insides of her cheek, anxiousness and fear glinting in her eyes as she swallowed hard. "Sir, there is a problem. The doctor said that I......" Her words trailed as soon she locked eyes with me.

She soon squeezed her eyes shut and there was something about the way she acted that fascinated me. She shook her head negatively. "That isn't even the problem right now, the thing is I am still..." She bit her lower lips before she squeezed her eyes shut and blurted out.

"Sir, if the Lycan King finds out that I had anything to do with you or anyone here, he is going to kill me"

I cocked my head to the left, a smile creeping at the corner of my lips when the reasons for her fear dawned on me. "So you are scared of getting killed?"

She bobbed her head.

I scoffed. "I am sure that you wouldn't be that stupid to return to your kingdom plus don't get ahead of yourself because like I said, I have no plans of keeping you here and since you were sold to me, I can do to you as I please"

"And you should be scared of me because you are mine for now"

She swallowed and a coy smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Seeing how scared you are, I can only assure you of something if you fail to get pregnant, then you will be allowed to leave!"

Her eyes glinted with hope and it made me want to crush that hope or something.

However, what she didn't realize was that I hid the real reason I needed a breeder. The harsh reality of my life was that I was placed under a curse by the moon goddess because I fell in love with someone other than my mate.

Because of that curse, I would never find my mate- I didn't care about that. In addition, I would never have a child unless a powerful Lycan from the royal family gets pregnant for me.

That is the only way the curse would be broken and my fiancée, Celeste would be able to get pregnant as soon as the curse is broken.

So, that was why I needed Freya. I needed her to break the curse.

"So what do you say?"

She raised her head, staring at me in the eyes and there was something about the way she stared at me that I couldn't place.

"I don't know." I rose, taking slow strides towards her while she took a step back and another step back until there wasn't any space between us anymore.

"It doesn't matter to me. You only have to remember that you are here to be my breeder" I stood before her while she gripped the side of her dress.

Staring deep into her brown eyes, I slipped a hand over her waist drawing her close to me while she winced, a glint of nervousness in her eyes. My heart pounded in my chest with a mix of excitement and confusion.

The more I stared into her brown eyes, the more I drowned inside and without thinking twice, I wrapped both hands around her, slamming my lips on hers.

She froze for a second as she folded her hands against my chest.

Kissing her mercilessly as my tongue ravaged the insides of her mouth while tightening my grip around her hair, a groan left her lips.

I pushed her to the bed, staring at her while trying to feign an expression devoid of emotions even though something was stirring deep within me.

While I stared at the scaredy cat on the bed, my mind wandered back to Celeste and she was the one who pushed me into doing this. She wanted me to break the curse and prompted me to take a breeder.

I didn't care about the curse. But, Celeste wanted a child and after months of pleading with me, I had to give into her demands.

I fixed my gaze back to Freya, assuring myself that it was just business and I had to shove every weird emotion that was beginning to rise inside of me.

Her eyes shone with fear as her lips wobbled. "I think that there is a mistake somewhere. I can't give birth....." I crawled on top of her, shutting her up with another kiss. Panting, I slurred. "If you talk one more time without asking you to, I promise to cut off your tongue"

She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut while my hands tore the soft fabric that she was clad in.

She covered her perky breast with her hands but a glare from me, caused her to take her hands off as she surrendered to me in defeat.

Grabbing her by the hips in a bid to drag her closer to me, I yanked my pants off, my cock nudging at her entrance. Her eyes traveled from my face to my cock as she squeezed her eyes shut in fear, gripping the sheets like she was bracing herself for what was going to come next.

In one push, I slid into her, her eyes flicking open and she gasped. I pounded into her, thrusting till she was screaming and her nails dug into my arm.

Plunging hard and fast, her eyes shone with tears and she moaned at the same time.

It didn't take long for me to reach my climax as my eyes shut and this time, I increased the pace at which I rammed into her until pleasure rocked through me.

Spilling my seeds inside of her, I rolled off her body while grabbing my clothes, not sparing her a single glance.

"We will meet again when the test results are out. Don't think about running away from me because if you do, I will find you."