By Werewolf 23

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Chapter 23

Tyler’s POV

I watched as Rachel processed the news, her eyes downcast while he hands trembled slightly in her lap.

“How… how many more times?” she asked softly,

Emma hesitated. “Well… it depends. But as many times as it takes. Alpha Nathan needs an heir.”

“May I return to the Luna Suite?” Rachel asked, her eyes imited with red, her voice barely above a whisper.

After a brief silence, Emma nodded. “Of course You need to rest.”

Rachel slid off the examination table and steadied herself, waiting for me to escort her back. I opened the door and led her from the medical ward, walking silently beside her down the corridor.

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said suddenly, breaking the silence “I’m sorry you have to deliver bad news to the Alpha. I never meant to be a

burden…

I stopped in front of her. “This isn’t your fault. Werewolf conception sometimes requires multiple attempts.”

I paused, choosing my words carefully. “Just follow Emma’s instructions and do your best. Please excuse me, I need to return to the training grounds to oversee the warriors.”

She looked up at me gratefully, nodding in understanding. When I closed the door to her suite, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of

relief.

Standing outside Rachel’s closed door, I took a deep breath and glanced down the hallway, attempting to gather my thoughts.

I made my way downstairs to Nathan’s office on the castle’s main level. He’d spent the entire morning in border security meetings. I knocked on his door and waited.

“Come in,” Nathan’s firm voice sounded distracted.

When I entered, he looked up from his paperwork, his expression shifting from irritated concentration to curiosity.

“Tyler, news?” he asked directly.

“Yes, Alpha, I do.” I hesitated, then stepped forward to hand him the report I’d received from Emma.

Nathan’s brow furrowed after a quick glance. “She’s not pregnant?”

“No, she’s not,” I managed.

Nathan stared at me, his gray eyes sharpening.

One second. Two seconds.

I spent ten million on a breeder and she’s not pregnant!” Nathan roared, throwing the report aside. “What am I supposed to do with a girl who can’t conceive? The King needs an heir!”

“It was only one time, Nathan.”

Tyler’s Poy

I watched as Rachel processed the news, her eyes downcast while her hands trembled slightly in her lap.

“How… how many more times?” she asked softly.

Emma hesitated. “Well… it depends. But as many times as it takes. Alpha Nathan needs an heir.”

“May I return to the Luna Suite?” Rachel asked, her eyes rimmed with ted, her voice barely above a whisper.

After a brief silence, Emma nodded. “Of course You need, to rest.”

Rachel slid off the examination table and steadied herself, waiting for me to escort her back. I opened the door and led her from the medical ward, walking silently beside her down the corridor.

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said suddenly, breaking the silence “I’m sorry you have to deliver bad news to the Alpha. I never meant to be a burde…”

I stopped in front of her. “This isn’t your fault. Werewolf conception sometimes requires multiple attempts.”

I paused, choosing my words carefully. “Just follow Emma’s instructions and do your best. Please excuse me, I need to return to the training grounds to oversee the warriors.”

She looked up at me gratefully, nodding in understanding. When I closed the door to her suite, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Standing outside Rachel’s closed door, I took a deep breath and glanced down the hallway, attempting to gather my thoughts.

I made my way downstairs to Nathan’s office on the castle’s main level. He’d spent the entire morning in border security meetings. I knocked on his door and waited.

“Come in,” Nathan’s firm voice sounded distracted.

When I entered, he looked up from his paperwork, his expression shifting from irritated concentration to curiosity.

“Tyler, news?” he asked directly.

“Yes, Alpha, I do.” I hesitated, then stepped forward to hand him the report I’d received from Emma.

Nathan’s brow furrowed after a quick glance. “She’s not pregnant?”

“No, she’s not,” I managed.

Nathan stared at me, his gray eyes sharpening.

One second. Two seconds.

I spent ten million of a breeder and she’s not pregnant!” Nathan roared, throwing the report aside. “What am I supposed to do with a girl who can’t conceive? The King needs an heir!”

“It was only one time, Nathan.”

1/3

Chapter 23

His gaze snapped to me.

“Excuse me, Beta?” he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously gold.

I slowly poured him a glass of whiskey and began explaining, “You didn’t catch her at her optimal heat cycle. Emma needed to wait until after the first time to determine when she’d be ready. It was he first heat ever, and it wasn’t natural. They induced it with medication–don’t look at me like that, I’m just relaying what the doctor said.”

Nathan sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So I need to keep trying?

“Yes. Emma says Rachel is fertile and capable of conception, You just need to continue until she becomes pregnant.”

Nathan replied, “This is the last thing I need to worry about on top

the border attacks and the King’s summons, Tyler,

“I know, but the good news is at least now we have a better time frame,” I said.

A moment of silence fell between us as Nathan sat in his chair, looking out the window overlooking the castle courtyard.

“How did she take the news?” Nathan asked, his voice suddenly calm.

“What?” I was surprised that Nathan would inquire about Rachel’s reaction.

I cleared my throat, trying to hide my surprise. “She was upset, cried. She seemed disappointed and asked to return to her suite.”

“Damn it! I buy her, she can’t get pregnant, and now I’m the bad guy!” Nathan’s harsh, angry words caught me off guard.

Then it hit me–did Nathan care what Rachel thought of him?

“No,” I needed to clarify quickly. “I think you misunderstand. She’s upset because she wants to be pregnant… she wants to carry your child, Nathan.”

Nathan’s gaze swept back to me, and I could see the anger rapidly fading from his eyes, his expression transforming into something different.

I hadn’t become Nathan’s Beta solely because I was the strongest warrior, but because I understood my friend better than anyone, could read every one of his expressions.

“Have Emma send me the time frame,” Nathan said.

I nodded, turning to leave, but hesitated again. “May I ask a question?”

Nathan turned slightly, impatiently gesturing for me to speak.

“Once she’s pregnant, could she be allowed to at least walk in the castle gardens? With an escort, of course. Emma says she needs sunlight and fresh air–it’s good for fetal development.”

Nathan paused, fixing me with a dark, intense look before saying, “Fine. But not beyond the castle grounds.”

I quickly turned and left before he could reconsider and change his mind.

The gardens behind the castle, outside the glass conservatory, hadn’t been properly tended to in months, not since Nathan’s mother died. Remembering how it used to be, I decided to take action.

“John!” I called out to the castle gardener.

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Chapter 23

A dark–skinned man ran toward me from the greenhouse.

“Yes, Beta, he quickly responded, bowing his head. “How may I help you?”

“Do you know the Luna gardens behind the castle?” I asked slowly.

John frowned in confusion. “Yes, Beta… I know which ones you mean.. nobody’s been there since… the incident.”

“Good. I want to see them cleaned up and restored. Can you prioritize this over the next few weeks?”

“Of course, Beta. Is this for… a new Luna?” the gardener carefully inquired.

I shook my head. “No, for the breeder. But I’d like you to keep quiet about it, not spread rumors.”

“Yes, of course, Beta.”

My mind was still on Rachel’s situation, not just the pregnancy issue, but also about Madison–Nathan’s future political marriage.

“Beta,

a voice called from behind me.

I turned to see Mia, Nathan’s Gamma, standing there. “What is it, Mia?”

Mia, the third – in – command under Nathan in the pack, was a powerful and wild – looking warrior in a mysterious leather suit.

“I wanted to inform you that there’s word Gina will be returning from abroad. She’ll make a brief stop in Emerald City before arriving at our territory next month.”

I was confused. Why wasn’t this news being delivered directly to Nathan?

Gina was Nathan’s half–sister, same father but different mother. Last year, she’d been sent to an elite school abroad to ensure she was far from her stepfather’s abuse. Now she’d graduated from college and was ready to return to work in the family business.

“How did you come by this information?” I asked.

“She contacted my sister, asked her to tell me, then asked me to inform you,” Mia explained; her sister was around Gina’s age and had been friends with her since childhood. “I’m guessing she’s still upset with Alpha for sending her away?” She shrugged.

“Thank you. I’ll tell the Alpha.”

Mia nodded and left, and I sighed deeply.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha Native Language: English

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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.