The Runaway Breeder.

Sitting in front of my mirror, my reflection staring back at me, I double check my appearance to make sure that I will leave a good impression today. My straight chestnut-coloured hair is piled on top of my head into a perfect bun and the off-the-shoulder blush coloured top and high-waisted black lace skirt that adorn my body hopefully portrays me as a confident young she-wolf that is ready to take on her role in this pack.

Last month, I had just turned sixteen, the age a wolf finds their role in their pack and-possibly-their mate. It is the time when all wolves are deemed "adults" in our community. An age when a she-wolf can choose to give up school and start a family with her mate if she so desires or choose a career path to help provide necessary jobs for their packs. In the eyes of the werewolf nation, any wolf aged sixteen that has shifted to their wolf form is able to take on responsibility and help with furthering the success of their pack. How we are granted these chances and opportunities is at the monthly pack meeting on the first of the month. Since I had missed out on last month's meeting due to my birthday being three days after the pack meeting, I was unable to obtain my pack position. But today, I will be taking my place as a functioning adult in Pine Paw. I couldn't help but smile at my reflection in excitement at the prospect of working and gaining respect from all, of no longer being deemed a pup and too young to participate in pack business. As of today, I will be able to become something more.

My eyes shot over to the picture of my cousin Chris and I in our wolves taped to the mirror. I take a deep breath and remind myself that my cousin will be there to support me no matter what role I received from the Alpha. Just after my birthday, when I first shifted into wolf form, Chris and I had gone for a run in the forest surrounding our territory. His idea was to get me accustomed to being on four legs instead of two. I remember Chris' black wolf form towering over my blue-white fur with black-tipped paws in the warm early-spring sunlight that the month of May had to offer that day, and the annoyance I felt knowing that I still have a few more years to continue growing into my wolf form while he could easily take me down. I looked like a pup compared to my cousin but being able to run around the territory and enjoy the early morning sun in wolf form felt incredible. There's no better feeling for a werewolf than your four paws pounding on the forest floor with the smell of the new leaves on the trees, the crisp pine, and the scattered scents of prey all around you. As a werewolf in wolf form, you feel complete in the forest.

On that day, with Chris chasing me around like we were a pair of pups, I finally felt that sense of being whole.

"Laina, let's go before we're late." Chris yells impatiently, snapping me out of my thoughts. Chris's voice carries from the foyer where I know he waits, most likely with a look of annoyance directed at me all the way up the stairs and down the hall to my room. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror and adjusting my shirt, I sigh, stand from my seat to look around for some shoes, and slip on a pair of knee-high black boots. I grab my cell phone from the desk beside the door while rushing out the room and scurry down the hallway.

"I'm coming!" I reply back to my cousin, hurrying down the stairs to where he waits for me. One thing that is annoying about Chris is his need to always be on time. Chris is what I like to call "time O.C.D." when it comes to being punctual. He would forget where he put his phone down and forget where the keys to his car were, but he will never fail to be early to a function or event. One example of Chris' habit of being early would be just a couple of years ago when we went to the movie theatre to see the live-action remake of "Beauty and the Beast." You can just imagine Jack and I waiting for an hour on Chris to find his wallet and car keys. He was running around the house like a chicken with its head chopped off only for the three of us to be miraculously two hours early to the movie because Chris had planned ahead that day for a late-night viewing. Needless to say, by the time the movie started to play, the bag of popcorn in my hands was a soggy, inedible mess for my pre-teen self to enjoy. I spent the entire movie with buttery hands and a bag of gross popcorn that I had since discarded on the floor.

"You look amazing." Chris gushes as I descend the final steps of the staircase and come to stand before him, doing a slight spin for my cousin to approve of my outfit. He has a look of pride in his amber eyes, ones that nearly cause tears to spill from mine. I did everything with my cousin Chris, who acted as a brother, a parent, and a best friend. His approval meant the world to me, especially with today being the next step in my adult life as a functioning member of this pack. His mate, Jack, saunters over, giving me a once-over and a wink before snuggling into Chris's side with a contented smile on his face.

"Thank you. You two look amazing as well." I reply with a blush as I take in the two complimenting each other with black slacks and button-down shirts of similar shades of blue. Jack and Chris are the first openly gay mates in the pack that had come out about ten years ago. This pairing had started a bit of a rift amongst the pack when the two had found each other while on a run in the forest. I remember the excitement Chris had when he came home that night. He whisked my sleeping form out of my princess bed at ten o'clock at night to make me a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes just to talk about coming across a grey wolf during his run through the forest. He couldn't tell who this wolf was, only that he knew just by scent that the two of them were meant to be mates.

At six years old, I remember sitting at the kitchen island, trying to stay awake with the knowledge of my cousin finding his prince charming and the scent of chocolate in the air. My parents were furious with my cousin, stating that a pup needed to sleep when they caught me red-handed with half a plate full of pancakes and a chattery Chris. But there was also a look of pride and excitement for him before they promptly ushered me into bed, while Chris promised to tell me more the next day after a pack meeting.

It was at that very pack meeting where Chris and Jack bumped into each other and, as if it were a scene out of a movie, Chris and Jack both exclaimed the word, "Mate!" Apparently, there was a huge uproar afterwards, with the pack in disbelief that two strong male wolves who could produce strong pups were mated to each other. For the next few days, I remembered the pack being tense and Chris explaining that he had to sneak out at night to see his mate because our pack was trying to keep Chris and Jack apart. I was heartbroken for my cousin, the man who told me stories about mates and how they are our other halves that we cannot live without. I remembered in kindergarten when this boy in class said his mother called Chris a freak and how I got in trouble for punching that kid in the face.

It wasn't until the previous Alpha had stepped in and stopped any and all complaints before any other incidents occurred that could harm the pack. He admitted to everyone that same-sex mates are legal in the werewolf community and gave the chance for others to flourish in their love life. It was the Moon Goddess' blessing and intent to pair mates of the same-sex together, so who were they, the pack, to judge. With the Alpha giving Chris and Jack his blessing, more and more wolves who had admitted they had yet to find their mates soon came out as pairs. It soon became normal to see openly gay and lesbian couples around the pack, and I couldn't help but beam with pride at how accepting my pack is to change. Chris and Jack's relationship is quite sweet in a Romeo-and-Juliet kind of way in the beginning, with most of their families and pack members being against their mating. But the two persevered and kept strong. The only difference from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet is that no one died in our pack for my cousin to be happy with his mate.

"Now, let's hurry up before we are late. That is not a way to start off as a working member of this pack." Jack states a little too cheerily and grabs both Chris's and my wrist, dragging us out the door and into the car. The pack house is about a half an hour drive from where we live, used for meetings, special occasions and for warriors and wolves without mates to live with. If it weren't for Chris and Jack being my family and guardians, I would have been living at the pack house long ago since my parents' deaths. Slowly, the big mansion comes into view and the drive comes to an end with the car coming to a stop in the parking lot and the three of us getting out in front of the old Victorian building. The nerves that have been missing this entire morning decide to make themselves present now while I climb out of the car, taking in the large number of pack members hanging around.

"Remember, you are to mingle with the other wolves while the Alpha assigns you to your position. Who knows, maybe you are his soul mate," Chris encourages me, kissing my forehead before he and Jack walk away to join the other parents and guardians. I smile sadly as I watch wolves my age talk to their parents one last time, wishing for once that my own had survived the rogue attack ten years ago so they could stand here and give me the advice to calm the nerves that send my heart into an unsteady rhythm. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath, sighing wistfully one last time before turning towards the building and heading inside with a brave smile on my face. Mom always told me to never show my true emotions when in a crowd of wolves. The strong prey on the weak, and I refuse to show any weakness.

As I enter the building, I am taken aback by the sheer amount of wolves my age, each ready to take on their responsibilities in this pack. Everyone is dressed in their best attire, hoping to leave a good impression as we all aim for the highest position possible. Many of the females have put a lot of consideration into their attire, switching their short shorts in the summer here for conservative dresses, blouses and slacks. Only the few females who aim to climb the pack hierarchy are dressed in revealing clothing, most likely trying to catch the attention of a Warrior, a Theta, or even the Alpha. But we all have one position we do not want to obtain: the Breeder.

Breeders are the she-wolves assigned to become the pup producers in the pack. Their job is to allow the mateless warriors of Pine Paw to breed them, with no say in who their partner is during the current breeding period. Its intended purpose is to add more wolves to the pack population and bring about stronger wolves for the next generation. Many wolves believe it to be an honourable position a she-wolf can obtain, but we all know the truth. Once you become a Breeder, you are nothing more than a slave, a tool for men to use your body for their own pleasure while they rape you into producing the next lot of pups for the pack. If you ask me, it is a barbaric way to increase the pack's population, but the chosen she-wolves have no say in their position of a Breeder and no say in ending this barbaric job. To say that the slim chance of being chosen for this position scares me is an understatement. I am terrified for any she-wolf, myself included, that might receive this position. Knowing that for the next part of their life, the she-wolf will be a slave until she produces the specified amount of twenty pups for the pack. It is a life of isolation and even torture and I send a silent prayer to the Goddess that I do not receive this role.

While everyone else mingles about the pack house, chatting about what positions they wish to receive and the lucky ones exclaiming when finding their soulmate, I stick to myself and make my way to a corner of the room where I can be left alone. Most people my age tend to enjoy mingling and talking to one another, but I always felt like an outcast. No one wanted to be friends with the she-wolf that lost her parents and was raised by two male wolve. No one wants to talk to a she-wolf who fights back when homophobic slurs are said. And so I sit and watch the room, waiting for when I can greet the Alpha.

The scent of perfume and cologne is strong with everyone together in such a closed-off space but it makes it easier to discern who belongs to which faction. The wolves standing by the punch bowl -most likely spiked with some form of alcohol – that smell like a grade eight locker room where boys use Axe as a shower-in-a-can are the ones built for power. Each male wolf built with muscle-on-muscle will become a Warrior and climb the ranks as they train and defend our pack. For now, these six-teen year olds fangirl about some sports game that was on last night and who won.

The group of small wolves that do their best to blend into the background with little to no scent on them will be Omegas. They will do the regular work around the pack from cooking and cleaning to taking care of the daycare and little pups. These Omegas are what we refer to as the working class since some of them will also help run the companies owned by the pack by doing a nine-to-five job like regular humans.

Then there is a group of wolves that fit between the Omegas and Warriors: I call them the Acolytes. They're standing by the bookshelves and seem to be in a heated debate about some type of medical theory. These Acolytes will fill in positions such as Pack Doctors, Nurses, Architects, builders and any task that requires in-depth schooling and specialized research and planning. We can't rely on humans to help build our community and risk exposing the werewolf race, so these wolves take the place of any jobs that require any university or college degree. If it weren't for my Alpha and Beta bloodline where I may become a mate to either an Alpha or Beta, I would be considered an Acolyte and part of that debate.

Taking a seat on an armchair once I reach my destination to the corner with a window I can stare out of, I spot the Alpha talking to a few girls who try their best at looking coy and sexy before him. I always wondered how pushing your body against a male would benefit a she-wolf other than being used and taken advantage of, but I made no comment of their behaviour. I preferred working hard for the things I wanted and being independent. The idea of needing a strong male to take care of and protect me like a precious doll seemed a little old-fashioned to me. It's not that I don't want whoever my mate is, but I crave being independent more. Christ jokes around saying that it's the Alpha blood in me wanting to be respected and not under someone else's control.

Two warriors are standing a respectful distance away from Alpha Sam but close enough to act on his command. These warriors are the ones that will step into action once Alpha Sam designates a she-wolf as the next pack Breeder. They are the wolves everyone fears since they have a higher status than the regular warriors. Not only do they protect the Alpha, but they are also given special privileges as wolves who forsake the mate bond, intending to stay mateless for the rest of their lives just to have their pick of the Breeder populace. At any moment, they can storm into a Breeder's home and fuck her as he pleases. Every mother warns her daughter to never go near the ten warriors dedicated to this position since some abuse their powers to take a she-wolf that catches his eye. There are many stories of she-wolves being raped to please these men when a Breeder is unavailable, and there is nothing the young girl can do other than accept her fate.

I keep an eye on Alpha, knowing that at any moment, he will make his rounds around the room and decide the fate of the newly-shifted. Disgust and annoyance are evident on Alpha's face as a she-wolf gets too close to him, pushing her "assets" into his face in hopes of seducing Alpha Sam. I blame her behaviour on the many reminders her parents must have given the poor blonde she-wolf before sending her inside the pack house. Most families hope to have their pup mated to the Alpha since this will bring honour and prestige to them. Unfortunately for her, Alpha Sam has never shown any interest in the pack whores let alone a newly-shifted she-wolf like her. Her greed will not get her the position she wants. My turn to speak to him will come soon. I know the two positions I wanted: Acolyte, as I have bypassed high school and am currently enrolled in college, and Warrior, as Chris and Jack have been training me to fight since I was seven years old, and intensified my training once I shifted, to include not only hand-to-hand combat in human form that has been drilled into me for years, but also combat in wolf form. Only Alpha Sam can designated these roles to me with my bloodline.

I turn my attention to the window, deciding to ignore everyone in the room and watch as small pups chase each other around in the yard, their laughter and squeals of delight floating in on the wind through the open window. They look so carefree, and I smile at their game of tag. The scent of summer wildflowers, the dew still clinging to the pack house gardens from this morning, and the fresh aroma of pine surrounding our pack house whisks away the nauseating stench of sweat, perfume and cologne permeating from the wolves in today's meeting. I know Chris and Jack want me to mingle with everyone, but I see no point. Many wolves do their best to stay away from me so I will stay away from them.

Movement from inside the room catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turn just in time to watch as Alpha excuses himself from the she-wolves, much to their protest and dismay, and makes his way in my direction, specifically to where I sit in my corner. I smile at our young Alpha Sam, who, at twenty-two, has yet to find his mate to rule beside him as his Luna of this pack. He is the most eligible bachelor that every she-wolf dreams to be mated to and is also why wolves my age steer clear of me.

"Laina, how ni-" He stops mid-greeting, standing before me and sniffing the air, and moves closer to where I sit while he focuses his attention solely on me. Excitement bubbles inside me with the possibility this brings. His scent wafts over me, and a feeling of calmness runs through every nerve ending in my body. Could I possibly be his mate?

Sam and I grew up together since my father was once his father's Beta. He used to babysit me during meetings where both of our parents would be busy with pack work. Even if Sam is six years older than me, as children, he would spend his free time with me, spoiling and treating me to anything my little heart desired. I remember one time he bought me a lacy dark red dress for my twelfth birthday. It was a little revealing for my taste at the time, but I still loved the attention Sam showered me with that day as we took a trip into the city. When each year passed without Sam finding his mate, it gave me some form of hope that maybe I could be his and he mine. Quietly, I wait for his following statement that will decide my fate and role.

"Breeder." His voice is filled with desire as his hands shift to grope my large breasts, a smirk playing at his lips. I gasp in surprise, fear spreading through me with this one word. This isn't possible, right?

The two Warriors' stoic faces soon morph into a smirk as their eyes scan me from head to toe. The dark skin wolf with dreadlocks winks at me as his eyes hold a trace of lust barely visible in his chocolate-coloured gaze. Deep down, I know he will want to take a go at me first. His partner, a redhead with tanned skin, reaches out to grab my left arm as the dreadlock guy takes my right, the grip tight enough to remind me that escape is futile as they will hunt me down. Whispers and sympathetic gazes are sent my way as the two Warriors lead me out of the building. Some she-wolves exclaim in the joy of not being chosen, while others wish me good luck even though I feel far from lucky. I can see some holding their phones, ready to capture a sobbing breakdown that follows each year when a new Breeder is chosen, but I refuse to give these wolves the satisfaction of a good show and instead keep my head held high. I keep my gaze forward and take each step towards the door with as much dignity as I can muster. Never show weakness when forced into an unfavourable situation is what my father used to tell me as a child.

Everyone knows what will happen after you are assigned as a Breeder. You will be whisked away from your family and forced to stay in a cottage guarded day and night, only able to garden in the medium-sized yard given to you. But the truth is, you are nothing but a slave to the warriors assigned to breed you. You will welcome an unknown male into your home, lead him to the bed you sleep in each night, and spread your legs whether you want to or not. You will spend the next six months carefully observed like a rat in a lab while you carry the pup inside you to a healthy delivery, and you will repeat the process a few months later, never given a say as to who will breed you. You are nothing to the pack even after gaining your freedom when the twentieth pup is born. And this is the life I will be living now.

The doors to the pack house close. The pack meeting will proceed as usual now that a new Breeder is chosen. This is when reality begins to sink in. I feel numb, my mind still wrapping around my new role as the men lead me to a black car. The doors are open, waiting to shut me inside and whisk me away from the life I know, but no one forces me into the vehicle. In moments, Chris and Jack will be informed of my position and rush over from whatever it is they are doing, with the prodding eyes of their friends questioning what is wrong, finding me where each Breeder waits for their final words with loved ones. Only a few minutes will be allotted to us, and then I'll be taken away where no one will be able to see me for the next twenty years or so.

Knowing Chris and his obsession with time, they will be here in:

Three.

Two.

One.

Cue a sobbing Chris.

"Laina, are you okay?" Chris's voice fills my ears the moment his arms hold me in a tight hug. I watch as the guards walk away to give us privacy, far enough to not hear a thing but close enough to chase after me if I decide to run. Since this is my last free moment as a regular pack member, the guards are not allowed to listen in, much like giving a prisoner on death row their final meal before taking them to the chair that will end their life. A few minutes of silence fall between us. Chris is sobbing into my shoulder as Jack sends me a grimace of a smile. We all know the situation is dire.

"I...I don't know what to do." I whisper, feeling Jack wipe away stray tears that had fallen from my eyes.

"What you do is behave, wait for a free moment, and run. Run towards the old treehouse, look for something pink, grab it, and keep running." I do not understand what Chris has said, my fuzzy mind unable to comprehend his words before I am ripped away from my best friend and pushed into the car, the door slamming in my face and the engine roaring to life.

I watch in the rearview mirror as my life fades into the distance away from me, the tears now flowing freely.

All I can think of: Is this how Katniss felt when she was whisked away from her family in District Twelve in The Hunger Games?

As the pack territory slowly passes by, I decide to rest my eyes. Breeders are given an area on the far-west side of the territory where no one will be able to disturb them. That area is patrolled and guarded day and night. It will be a community I call home for however long my stay is, but deep down, I know I can never allow the cottage I will be living in to be my home. A prison, yes, but never my home.

Hope slowly slips away the further I get from the pack house and the closer I get to the cottage where I'll live for the next chapter of my life. At sixteen, I should be enjoying life as a carefree young adult, not being sentenced to life as a mother. I never wanted to raise pups just yet. I had a career in mind that I worked hard towards each and every day, had even managed to get into college for it early and was going to start classes in the fall. But now it's all gone.

Sighing, I decide to let the comfort of sleep take over. It would be too painful to keep looking out the window and only cause me to break down in front of the men who are probably fighting amongst each other over who will get to use me first after the Alpha does.

I feel the car come to a stop, waking me from the brief moments of slumber in my dreadful situation. The Warriors sitting in the front seats hold a soft conversation barely audible to my wolf hearing, but one thing for sure is that they still think I'm fast asleep and are fighting over who will carry me inside. Deciding that pretending to be asleep is a bad idea for my own safety, I open my tired eyes and take in my surroundings as best as I could within the confines of the vehicle. In front of me is a gorgeous grey brick cottage, with a small porch welcoming me to sit and read during the day. The building had a fairytale look with light blue window trim on the front door and roof and a whimsical aura surrounding it; this is definitely a place I would have loved to live in under any other circumstances. The garden surrounding the cottage clearly needs some TLC to bring out its full potential and beauty, but the white picket fence around the lot's perimeter gave the final touches that this place needs to welcome any newly mated pair. Unfortunately, it will be my new prison, with my own prison guards "protecting" me from now on.

The car door slowly opens, and the guards wait on either side for me to get out. I can't help but sigh in defeat as I climb out of the back seat and step onto the simple dirt driveway. The surrounding area around my new home is the forest I so love to run in. I can't see any other cottages, only the rise of smoke from many chimneys hidden between the tall trees, a clear sign that this area held a few Breeders. Maybe the guards will let me visit them and allow me out of the cottage for a bit every day if I behave well enough for their approval.

I know what is expected of me after I arrive at my new home. From the age of eight, every she-wolf has the Breeder rules drilled into their brains if they became one to prepare us for this position. Each new Breeder is given three days to explore the house and design it in a way the Breeder deems suitable for comfortable living, including painting any and all walls, decorating the interior to her preference and performing some landscaping in the front and back gardens. On the fourth day of being in the cottage, the Doctor assigned to take care of all Breeders will come to do a check-up and make sure the Breeder is healthy, with the Alpha in tow. If the Breeder is a virgin, it is the Alpha's duty to take matters into his own hands by fucking the Breeder as much as he wants on that day. Thank god the Alpha will be using a condom as per the rules since I've heard that once a Breeder is selected, the she-wolf's body will change to accommodate the new role and will be able to fall pregnant very easily. At least, that is what the rumours are. After that, the Breeder is given three days to be pampered and prescribed a dose of medication that they are expected to take to make sure her body is ready to start their new "job." On the eighth day after arriving, the top mateless Warrior is sent to the cottage and will come every day to fuck her like a cheap whore until she becomes pregnant. This is the new life I have been thrown into without concern for my own well-being. The Warrior who is chosen to breed me will continue this process as my designated partner and continue to make me produce his pups until he finds his mate. Then I will be given a new breeding partner, and the cycle repeats until I birth twenty pups.

Of course, there are exceptions. Warriors who choose to never find their mate are given the chance to pick any Breeder they want whenever they want and are allowed to fuck them as much as they want. They were the ones many she-wolves avoid on a regular day. But, as a Breeder, all I can do is spread my legs and allow them to do as they please without being able to fight against their advances, swallow with a smile and thank them for their time. The sad part about this is once the pups are weaned, they will be taken to wolves that can't have pups and be raised by these wolves as if they were born to that mated pair. I will never be able to be a mother to my own children.

After fighting back the emotions wanting to surface since being designated as the next Breeder, I fall to my knees finding the despair and anxiety that I kept at bay slamming into me at full force. This is real. I am a Breeder. And I will never know my babies once they are taken away from me. I am nothing but a baby-making machine now to this pack.

The guards must have felt some form of sympathy for me because they back away and leave me to myself, something I am thankful for even though just moments ago they were fighting about who will fuck me first. My dream of building my career, finding my mate, and raising a family is now lost in oblivion, scattered on the winds of pain that seem to course through my breaking heart. I will never have my freedom ever again.

Soon my cries morph into sobs, wailing until I am left gasping for breath. I want to run far away and escape my fate, but I can't. I would be caught in a heartbeat and punished. So instead, I remind myself that I need to be brave, to face this situation head on and dry my eyes as best as I can before I stand with determination pulsating in my veins. I march into the cottage, turn around and stop the guards from entering as they stare at me with confusion. I guess they aren't used to a she-wolf acting the way I have these last few hours.

"This is my house now! The only time I have no say in who comes in is when the Alpha or the Warrior who will breed with me comes in. Other than that, you two stay outside." They growl at my disrespectful behaviour, and I growl back just as loudly. I may have had a moment of weakness earlier, but I'll be damned if they disrespect me. I may be a Breeder now, but Alpha and Beta blood courses through my body thanks to my parents. No one will take my courage and the status of my bloodline away from me. Watching the warriors bend to my growl and back away, I give them a triumphant smirk before slamming the door shut. I will allow no one into this place unless it is the Alpha, the Doctor, my breeding partner or someone I trust.

Turning around and leaning against the blue door, I notice how dusty the place is and frown. The first thing to be done is cleaning from top to bottom. I refuse to live in a dirty, dusty home. I quickly explore the cottage, finding a large room with cleaning supplies that looked to be a laundry room as it contains a state-of-the-art washer and dryer waiting to be used. The idiots in charge of maintaining the Breeder cottages remembered to stock up on cleaning supplies but forgot to clean the place, typical. I smile sadly and leave the cleaning supplies where they are to continue exploring the other rooms.

The rest of the cottage has a new modern kitchen with a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry, three plain bedrooms, a master bedroom with an ensuite bath with a small bathroom in the second-floor hallway intended for others to use. I am actually quite shocked to see how big the cottage actually is inside, but sad that there is no basement. It would have been nice to turn the basement into a workout room now that I am trapped here.

Making my way back towards the laundry room, I come to another door just beside the entranceway and peek inside, shocked to find a garage. I guess the wall covered in vines on the outside is actually the garage door. With a smile, I decide to turn this into my home gym. I will need some place to keep me in shape if I am to have multiple children. Filled with excitement, I begin getting to work and run through the two-story cottage once again, searching through all the closets to find linen, bedspreads, towels, and any other textiles that would need to be cleaned. After a few trips, I soon had everything gathered in the laundry room sorted into multiple baskets with a load already in the wash. I had a lot of work to be done.

With the laundry started, I begin to rush around once more, opening all the windows and the glass door to the backyard to allow fresh air to blow inside while I start cleaning. I know the clothes I am wearing would be ruined with the deep cleaning I plan to do, but I would rather have a clean prison than clean clothes. I can always change later when my clothes are sent to me. I hate knowing that I only have three days to clean and prepare my new home but it is what I am given and I need to make the most of it. With determination, I make a promise to myself that no matter how late I get to a bed today, I will make sure this place is clean and dust-free. It sucks, actually every thing sucks right now, but the cleaning must be done.

I lean against the marble counter, a glass of red wine from the bottle I found in the pantry in my hands. Taking a sip, I turn to look at the time on the microwave-ten o'clock at night. I know that as a sixteen-year-old, I'm three years underage to legally drink in Canada but fuck it, I really need something strong after the day I've had. Chris always limited me to one glass of wine at functions, so the alcohol has little effect on me.

It has been an exhausting day, from being designated as the new Breeder to my small breakdown outside and finally having to clean an entire cottage all by myself. I should have made a stupid guard help me clean since their job is to basically keep me locked in this property. Still, the thought of one of the wolves outside stepping into my designated space causes the anger to swell inside me at this unjust situation. The kitchen had been the last place for me to clean as I knew that with all the dust and grime from all the other rooms floating around, I would have to clean the kitchen twice if I made this the first room I cleaned. At least now I can wake up tomorrow morning and cook breakfast without worrying about dust.

Suddenly, something vibrates against my leg, causing me to jump and nearly choke on my drink. Remembering that I had stashed my cellphone into the pocket of my skirt earlier this morning, I place the glass on the counter and proceed to take out the device. My screen flashes with a picture of me and my best friend Abby, and a small smile plays on my lips as I slide my finger across the screen to answer her incoming call.

"Hey, Ab-" I begin, heading upstairs as she cuts my greeting off.

"Is it true? Are you the newest Breeder?" I wince at her words and sigh-something I've been doing all day-telling her to give me a moment since there are guards outside my cottage. Heading towards the master bedroom, I make my way towards the bath and turn on the shower, letting the running water mask our conversation.

"Yeah, it's true, sadly," I reply after a while, sliding down the wall to sit on the cold tiled floor. "We have to save you!" My best friend exclaims, worry evident in her voice. The tears start to pool in my blue eyes and escape down my cheeks.

"You can't do anything. Think about your mate. He's the Beta here, and if Alpha Sam finds out you tried to free me, imagine what would happen." My voice cracks as I begin to sob again for the second time today. I make a quick decision and tell my best friend all my fears and worries about my new position, about how I wish I weren't chosen as a Breeder at all and wish I had met my mate before today since mated females are safe from becoming a Breeder. By the end of my sobbing rant, I feel better with a clearer mind. Talking to a friend really helps.

"I know I'm allowed to come to see you tomorrow to help get the house decorated, so I'll bring you some essentials. What do you want?" Abby says quietly, trying to distract me from the current situation. I smile and let out a chuckle at her antics. As the Beta Female and surrogate Luna of this pack, my friend has a say in what happens with the new Breeder, and it is her job to help the Breeder settle in on the second day. I somehow got lucky with our packs Beta Female being my best friend. I can request items I will need and know without a doubt that she will do everything in her power to help me out.

"As many clothes as you can grab from my closet, lots of chocolate to help my emotionally unstable mind right now and my phone charger, please. Talk to my cousin and his mate about stuff to bring for me." I rattle off a list, glad that my friend's status allows her to visit me whenever she wants.

"Okay, I will see you tomorrow then." She reassures me as we say our good nights and end our phone call. I turn off all sound on my phone, not wanting the guards to take it away from me in case I need to reach Chris or Jack in an emergency. I turn off the shower, and silence resumes. Trying to think of a hiding spot in my room where no one will find my cellphone, I leave the bathroom and make my way towards the nightstand beside the bed and pull open the top drawer, a wide grin spread across my face. What looks to be a simple empty drawer actually holds a pleasant surprise: a false bottom that I had discovered in my mad cleaning session. It was something I guess the previous Breeder had created using a piece of wood matching the nightstand since she had left a leather notebook containing what I assume to be a biography or note for the next Breeder now sitting on the nightstand. I plan to read it at some point to see just how the Breeder who once resided here lived daily. Hopefully, this book could give me details on how to survive and what I can do to make my life less miserable as a Breeder.

Once my cellphone is secure in its hiding spot, I look at the leather notebook and debate whether I should read it or not. Curiosity wins out as I grab it with one hand and sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed, taking the time to read what my predecessor wrote. I decide that reading everything in one sitting is a bad idea and focus on the first few pages. I quickly discovered that this notebook is actually a diary. My focus is captivated by the first entry from twenty years ago when she was forced to become a Breeder and what transpired on that day. My heart breaks for this she-wolf who remains nameless in her entry, as she wrote about being immediately dragged away to the cottage without a goodbye to her family. She was thrown into this cottage that was completely empty compared to what it is now-save for a bed-and this she-wolf spent her night cold and lonely. I felt better knowing that the treatment this she-wolf went through is different from what I went through today. At least I had some food in the fridge, and there is some form of furniture and bedding for me to use, even if the other rooms were empty.

Taking the time to read the next entry, my eyes widen in horror. Instead of the she-wolf having a few days to settle into her new role, the breeding process started the next morning. She had lost all her rights as a regular wolf right away. My heart drops in horror as I read of her being awoken and promptly raped by the Alpha and another Warrior. There was neither the courtesy that we experience now nor any humane treatment.

Placing the leather book down, I take a deep breath and re-evaluate my situation. I could settle into my new role, knowing I have a few days to take everything in and focus on any plan I could, or I could fight back and possibly be injured. I decided a shower would do me well with the new information from the diary and make my way to the bathroom, turn the shower on and undress while the water comes to a temperature I prefer. Stepping into the spray of warm water, I allow my thoughts to circulate with the rules I was told of being a Breeder, what the next few days will be like for me as well as the two entries from the Diary. If I want to survive, I will have to be obedient as a Breeder for now and do what I am told.

Accepting my fate for the moment, I pick up the loofa and scrub away the grime from cleaning off of my body. My mind wanders to the thought of what to do with this cottage. I think of what to do with the other rooms since I have no choice but to perform this role as the pack's Breeder. Since I would need a nursery for the many newborns I will be forced to have and a room for any toddlers, I would have to decorate those rooms first. The time ticks by, and I force myself to stop thinking. Anything that needs to be done can be dealt with tomorrow.

With the water turning cold, I turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel that envelops my small body. I slowly open the bathroom door, the steam escaping the warm room and shiver from the cold breeze that rushes to greet me. Quickly, I run to the walk-in closet, taking the oversized, long-sleeved shirt and boy shorts I had found and cleaned earlier and quickly towel-dried my body to put the fresh set of clothes on.

Padding quietly into my room, I shiver once again, remembering that all the windows were opened when I began cleaning earlier. I want nothing more than to fall into the queen-sized mattress and allow sleep to take over but instead I rush around the cottage, closing all the windows and the back door. Even though it is late spring now, the night is chilly almost like the end of winter since we are located in the northern part of Ontario, close to the Hudson Bay. Checking the thermostat to make sure the cottage warms up; I finally head back upstairs and into my new room where I climb into bed, wrap the warm, soft blankets around me and letting my exhausted body relax as the scent of the lavender fabric softener surrounds and soothes me into a deep, dreamless sleep.