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Tyler’s POV 

I watched as Alpha Nathan walked away from Rachel, leaving her visily shaken by his words. Her face had drained of all color at the revelation of her fate. 

Victoria and Emma exchanged concerned glances, while I maintained my professional composure despite the uncomfortable weight settling in my chest. 

“You will be released,” Nathan had said. 

As soon as Nathan exited the medical ward, I modded briefly to Victoria and Emma. “Make sure she eats and gets rest,” I instructed before following my Alpha 

1 quickened my pace to catch up with Nathan, who was moving faster than usual through the corridors. 

We passed through the double doors leading to the front courtyard near the castle. His stride was purposeful, making it clear he was heading directly for his office. 

When we reached his office, I followed him inside and closed the door behind us. Nathan immediately moved to his desk, his back to me as he shaffled through some documents. 

Alpha, has there been a change of plans regarding Miss Rachel?” I ventured. I thought…“ 

“You know what the plan is, Tyler,” he cut me off sharply, not bother to look up from the papers–reports about the impending territorial war. “It remains unchanged.” 

I noticed his mood seemed different today. More intense, if that was even possible. But as his Beta, it wasn’t my place to question 

his state of mind. 

“Understood, Alpha,” I replied evenly. I was just surprised to hear you say you’d set her free. Usually, you don’t say such things 

unless you mean them.” 

Nathan set down the document he was holding and turned to face me, his eyes piercing mine with an icy stare. “For her, isn’t death 

the ultimate freedom?” 

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I schooled my features into neutrality. Nathan’s ruthlessness was a known quantity, the stark, emotionless quality in his voice today held a particular coldness that even I found truly unsettling. 

A week and a half later. I stood at the doorway of Rachel’s hospital room, observing her quietly. Emma was withdrawing a needle. 

“This should be the last time I need to stick you with one of these, mama said gently. 

“I’m sorry,” Rachel whispered, her voice so soft I almost didn’t catch it. 

over her arm 

but 

*You have nothing to apologize for, dear,” Emma replied, placing the needle on a silver tray and applying a bandage to the puncture site. “I’m taking care of you. You’re safe here.” 

cleared my throat talinnounce my presence. “Emma, can I borrow you for a moment?” 

Emma looked up and nodded. “Of 

f course, 

Beta. She turned back to Rachel. I’ll be right back. Try to finish your soup,” 

Rachel nodded in understanding, her eyes following us as we stepped out of the room. 

1/3 

Chapter 7 

“Tyler, what do you need?” Engma asked once we were in the hallway 

“How is she recovering?” I kept my voice low. 

“Well…” Emma glanced back at the room. “She’s making good progress. The journey ahead is still long, but she improves daily.” 

“Good. I see she’s eating. Can she be moved to her room soon?” 

Emma hesitated, and I immediately sensed something was wrong. 

“Emma, what is it?” I pressed. 

She took a deep breath before answering. “I know Alpha wants to breed with Rachel as soon as possible, but now is not the time.” Her eyes met mine directly. “Theoretically, Rachel could be moved to her own room in a few days. But personally, I’m not 

comfortable with that.” 

“Explain, 1 demanded. 

“All the trauma she’s experienced won’t make her feel welcome there, Rachel is still recovering. With me here, it’s easy to ensure she gets though fluids and proper nutrition. If she goes thure……… 

“Nathan gave three weeks.. He will expect that to be honored,” I reminded her. 

“Right now, her body is too weak to safely conceive, Emma countered. “Don’t misunderstand, she’s been cooperative, doing everything I’ve asked of her, but whether her body can recover at the pace we hope… that’s beyond my control.” 

Emma lowered her voice further. “I honestly don’t know if she’ll be mody by Alpha’s deadline. If she loses his child, do you really want to see his rage? Or worse… if she dies in the process.” 

“That’s not your decision to make, Emma,‘ I frowned. 

As I looked past Emma into the room, I couldn’t help but notice Rachel’s natural beauty, matching her kind nature–copper–colored wavy hair falling over her shoulders, gentle deep eyes. 

“I got it,” Emma conceded. 

“I need her moved to her room as soon as possible. That’s an order. 

“Yes, Beta, I understand.” She nodded. “Which room should I prepare her for?” 

“The suite directly next to Alpha’s. He wants her as close as possible 

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. That particular suite was traditionally reserved for only one person–the Lune, the Alpha’s mate. 

1 knew Nathan was placing Rachel there simply for convenience in completing the breeding task. 

“But…..” Emma began, but stopped when I shot her a warning look. 

“I know, Emma. It–doesn’t matter where she goes.” I hardened my voice. “Also, frogs me. I need to know every detail of her health status.” 

on, all information about her goes through 

“Yes, Beta. The final batch of test results will be back in three days. After that, she can be moved if necessary. Just some precautions 

need to be taken:S 

“Good. Let me know about the new test results promptly.” 

2/3 

Chapter 7 

Emma and I walked back towwahid Rachel together. 

“Beta Tyler, Rachel greeted me with a warm smile that seemed gentijne despite her cho 

Please just call me Tyler,” I replied, noticing how, although still wed, the looked more vibrant than before, her complexion gaining a healthier glow. The bruises on her neck had faded. 

“So… I’m moving soon?” she asked tentatively. 

“Yes. They’ll have your room ready next week,” | confirmed. 

“Oh… okay.” She lowered her gaze to her knees, and I 

was correct. She wasn’t mentally stable enough to be a leder yet. 

of anxiety and panic building in her–Emma’s assessment 

“Everything will be fine, Emma assured her. “I’ll still visit you, and Victoria will keep you company. It’s just a bit closer than the medical ward. And you’ll love the bed there. It’s like sleeping on a cloud.” 

Despite Emma’s attempt to ease the tension, it wasn’t working well. 

“Rachel, I help take care of you. You can trust me,” Emma added. 

I frowned at Emma, disapproving of her words. She shouldn’t be saying 

such things to Rachel. 

“I don’t want to be his breeder, Rachel whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, 

Emma sighed. “I know you don’t.” 

I watched as tears rolled down Rachel’s cheeks, and Emma couldn’t help but embrace her. Rachel initially flinched and tensed at Emma’s touch, but after a moment, she let her guard down and cried in Emma’s armus, 

I don’t know what she’s feeling, but I can only imagine how heartbreaking it must be, Emma said to me through our mind link. 

1 frowned, then brushed away the discomfort growing inside me. The world wasn’t fair for Nathan either. 

What needed to be done had to be done. With that thought, 1 hardened my heart once more. 

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The story opens on a dark, stormy night as Rachel runs frantically through the rain, her body aching and lungs burning. Every step feels like torture, but she can’t stop—she’s already late. And in her world, being late has consequences. The memory of her last punishment haunts her; she was only two minutes late then, and the beating left her unable to lie down for a week. Now, dread coils in her stomach. If her father is angry again, she fears he might actually kill her this time.

Soaked and trembling, she finally reaches her father’s office. Before entering, Rachel hears voices through the slightly open door. Her stepmother, Isabel, is speaking in a tone dripping with malicious glee. “Darling… in a few days, she won’t be our problem anymore.” Rachel freezes, her mind spinning. She? Were they talking about her? Isabel’s next words send chills down her spine — “…they’ll take her away, and we’ll get the money.”

Confusion and terror fill Rachel’s thoughts. Who would “take her away”? Why was there money involved? Before she can make sense of it, a familiar mocking voice whispers behind her, “Tick tock, Rachel. You’re late again.” It’s Daniel, her stepbrother — the one who has haunted her life for years with his unwanted advances.

Daniel eyes her soaked clothes with that same predatory gleam that makes her skin crawl. He reaches to touch her face, and she jerks away. “Don’t touch me,” she snaps, but he only smirks and pushes the door open, announcing her presence to the room.

Inside, her father, Henry Sullivan, looks up, anger already simmering in his bloodshot eyes. The heavy scent of whiskey fills the air. Isabel sits beside him, her long nails tapping impatiently against the desk. “I told you she was trouble,” she sneers. “Sneaking around and eavesdropping like a rat.”

Henry’s voice roars like thunder, shaking Rachel to her core. “Were you listening in on us?” She stammers, trying to think fast. “I—I brought the money I earned today…” She fumbles for her small wallet, hoping the offering will calm him down.

But Isabel’s cold laugh cuts through the air. “Trying to cover your crimes with a few dollars? How clever.”

Henry snatches the wallet from her trembling hands and dumps its contents on the desk. His eyes narrow. “This is all?”

“The rain kept customers away today,” Rachel says softly. “I gave you everything I earned.”

Her words only enrage him further. “You dare mock me? Are you saying I depend on you to feed me?” His voice rises, his face flushed with fury.

“No! I’m sorry—please don’t—”

But it’s too late. His hand strikes her with brutal force, sending her crashing to the floor. Pain explodes across her cheek, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Before she can recover, his fists rain down again, striking her back and head. She curls into a ball, sobbing, “Father, please stop!”

Isabel’s voice cuts in, not out of concern but calculation. “You’ll kill her, Henry. Remember—her pretty face and voice are her biggest assets. We don’t want to damage those.”

Henry’s hand pauses mid-air. Breathing heavily, he snarls, “She’s clearly not working hard enough. This money is nothing!”

Isabel sighs dramatically. “Anyway, you spoke with Tyler this morning. The plan for her is already in motion. In a few days, our financial problems will be solved, and she won’t be our concern anymore.”

Rachel’s mind spins. What plan? What are they talking about?

Henry looks down at her with a cruel smile. “You seem confused, daughter.”

Isabel leans forward, her eyes gleaming. “Tell her, Henry. I bet she’ll be thrilled about the news.”

Henry straightens, adjusting his shirt, and says with chilling calmness, “You’re going to do something important for us. Something that will change our lives forever. You will serve the Alpha of the Ironjaw Pack. He needs a breeder—and he’s willing to pay good money for one.”

Rachel’s heart stops. A breeder. She knows exactly what that means. Breeders are women used to produce heirs for powerful Alphas—nothing more than property, discarded once their purpose is fulfilled.

She stares at them, trembling. “No… please. Don’t make me do this.”

Isabel smirks, her voice coated in venomous sweetness. “Oh, come now, Rachel. You should be honored to serve the richest, most powerful Alpha of all. He may have killed many, but he’s famous. Being part of his pack is a privilege.”

Rachel can barely breathe. The Ironjaw Alpha is known throughout the region for his brutality. The stories about him—killing his own servants, even members of his pack—are enough to make anyone shiver.

Desperate, she crawls toward her father, clutching the hem of his pants. “Please, Father, don’t send me to him. I’ll work harder. I promise. I’m your daughter—your only child! I can still make you proud, carry your name—”

Henry’s face contorts with rage, and before she can finish, his fist slams into her ribs. She cries out, curling up on the floor. “How dare you speak to her like that!” he shouts when Rachel turns to Isabel for help.

Her tears flow freely now, blurring her vision as memories of a happier time resurface—back when her mother, Marie, was still alive. Back when her father had been kind and called her his “little lark.” The man who had once loved her was gone, replaced by this drunken monster.

“Father, please,” she sobs, “if Mother were still alive—”

She doesn’t get to finish. His hands wrap around her throat, lifting her from the ground. “You will do as I say,” he growls, slamming her against the wall. She claws at his hands, gasping for air as black dots cloud her vision.

Finally, he releases her and calls, “Daniel.”

Her stepbrother appears immediately, smirking. “Yes, Alpha?”

Henry glares down at Rachel. “Take her upstairs. Clean her up. Our esteemed guest will arrive soon, and I don’t want her looking like this.”

Rachel’s body trembles violently as Daniel steps forward, his eyes filled with the same sick desire as before. As he reaches for her, everything fades.

The last thing she feels before darkness takes her is the burning ache of betrayal — her father, the man who once called her his angel, has sold her to a monster.

Her mind echoes with one final thought as she slips into unconsciousness: How did it come to this?

She remembers her mother’s gentle voice singing her to sleep, whispering, “You have the voice of an angel, my little lark. One day, it will bring you happiness.”

But that prophecy feels cruelly ironic now. Her voice and her beauty — the gifts her mother once cherished — have become the very chains that seal her fate.

As sleep claims her, Rachel’s final conscious thought is filled with despair. Her life is no longer her own. She is nothing but a tool — a breeder for a ruthless Alpha whose name alone makes wolves tremble.

And somewhere deep inside her, a fragile hope dies, leaving only fear, pain, and the faint echo of the rain that still beats relentlessly against the window.

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