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Nathan’s POV 

Too many problems were piling up. The territorial war was about to explode, with King Jason insisting on reinforcements and border cities and villages already under attack. 

I paced my office, overwhelmed by it all. 

The enemy knew too much about us. Simply adding more warriors wsn’t the solution. 

“Damn it!” I slammed my fist against the desk, sending papers flying 

Raymond’s Goldshore Pack was crucial to this war. Their strategic island connecting the eastern and western continents gave them leverage that made me sick. 

Being forced to marry Madison felt like swallowing poison. 

I knew that sly old fox Raymond wanted to plant his influence in our pack. Something felt off about the whole arrangement. 

If I discovered any intention to sabotage our alliance, I’d end his life personally. 

Then there was Rachel. I couldn’t stop thinking about my conversations with Tyler. 

I can’t let the same betrayal happen again to me and my pack. 

But maybe she’s different… 

The pressure was becoming unbearable. Before tonight’s engagement dinner, I needed to see Rachel. Maybe her presence would calm my mind as it always did. 

2 

I walked toward the Moon Goddess Suite, our shared quarters, though I’d been sleeping elsewhere lately. I noticed I was walking faster than usual, drawing watchful eyes throughout the castle. 

What am I anxious about? She’s just a damn breeder. 

I deliberately slowed my pace, releasing a cold pine scent to warn others to keep their distance. 

The castle had too many watching eyes, too many ears listening for weakness. 

I quietly opened the door to the suite and slipped inside. 

で 

The soft melody coming from the bedroom caught me by surprise. Rachel was singing, her voice teminiscent of a summer morning breeze.‘ 

My eyes drifted shut as I let her voice wash over ‘me. 

The singing stopped suddenly. She’d sensed my scent. 

Nathan? Rachel appeared in the doorway, green eyes slightly widened. 

In her hands were knitting needles and yarn–she was making baby clothes. 

I frowned slightly. “I just wanted to check on you and the heir.” 

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Chapter 62 

“Oh–I appreciate you coming to see us.” She looked down at her hands before lifting her gaze with a forced smile. “It’s nice to see you. It’s been several days.” 

Something was different. Her reaction was muted, controlled. 

Before, she would light up when I entered a room, her scent becoming sweeter, her eyes brighter. This calm acceptance wasn’t what 

I wanted. 

“Knitting?” I gestured toward the yarn in her hands. 

“Yes. Her eyes dimmed, voice steady. “I know I’ll be… gone after the baby is born, but I wanted to make something for the baby… so they could have a part of me.” 

The calm mention of her planned death made my throat tighten. I saw pain and sadness in her eyes that she was clearly trying to 

hide. 

Why does this bother me? This was always the plan. 

Before I could respond, the door burst open. 

Victoria swept in, completely ignoring my presence. 

“Hey!” she called cheerfully to Rachel. 

Rachel’s eyes brightened in a way they hadn’t for me. “Hi, Victoria. What did you bring me?” 

“This!” Victoria thrust a package forward excitedly. “I bought it at the market the other day. Look!” 

Rachel gasped as she pulled out a large wooden toy train, her hair swaying with the movement, green eyes sparkling. “Oh My 

Goddess!” 

“Well, I figured the little wolf cub could play with it whether it’s a boy or girl, but if you don’t think- 

“Victoria, it’s perfect!” Rachel’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I love it!” 

She threw her arms around Victoria in a tight embrace. “You’re so thoughtful! Thank you so much.” 

Damn it, Victoria! In my own territory, in front of my- 

I cleared my throat loudly and shot Victoria a pointed look, my eyes flashing gold. 

Victoria caught my meaning. “Rachel, I’m glad you like it. Well, I’ve got warrior training today. I should go.” 

She stood, but not before giving me a look I couldn’t quite decipher. 

After Victoria left, Rachel continued playing with the train, a bright smile illuminating her face. Her scent warmed, becoming sweet and clean. I couldn’t look away. 

Maybe her future could change… 

Rachel suddenly seemed to remember I was still in the room. “I’m sorry, what were we talking about?” 

“Nothing.” My voice was low. “If you don’t need anything, I need to prepare.” 

“The engagement dinner. Yes, I know.” She nodded. “Enjoy yourself tonight. Don’t worry, if I need anything, I’ll call Zoe.” 

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“Stay in your room tonight, Tommanded. 

“I will.” She lowered her head submissively. 

“Oh, and congratulations,” she added, almost in a whisper. 

I felt my breath catch, my eyes flashing gold again. 

Without another word, I turned and left, angry at myself for not knowing what to do with her. 

Rachel’s POV 

The moment Nathan’s scent faded from the corridor, I released a long breath. I knew I’d been cold toward him. My heart whimpered in distress, wanting to run after our Alpha, but I held firm. 

I know I was rather cold to Nathan. I hope he didn’t notice anything unusual. 

I began pacing the living room, waiting for Madison’s response. I glanced at the wooden train Victoria had brought. 

I’m sorry, Victoria. The toy might never be played with by my child. 

I’d already sent a message through a servant. Though I wasn’t entirely certain about Madison’s plan, I had no choice but to trust 

her. 

I’ll be free of this life. Free to raise my child the way I see fit, without worrying about being ‘released.‘ 

Voices outside my door caught my attention. I heard the guards preventing Madison from entering. 

I quickly opened the door to find Madison and Raymond’s Beta, David, standing there. 

“Miss, you cannot enter without the Alpha’s permission,” the guard stated firmly. 

Madison flashed a practiced smile. “I mean no harm. I just want to reconcile with her.” 

The guard growled threateningly. “Please return or-” 

“It’s okay,” I interrupted, stepping into view. “What’s going on?” 

Madison held up her hands. “Relax. If it makes you more comfortable I can talk to her right here at the door.” 

She turned to me, her voice dripping sweetness. “Rachel, I want to apologize for what happened between us. It was all a misunderstanding. Look, just a little something. I hope you’ll accept my apology.” 

She handed me a package containing an elegant blue dress and matching luxury accessories. 

I accepted it cautiously. “I accept your apology. You didn’t need to bring such an expensive gift…” 

“Please, I insist!” Madison pressed. 

“Well… thank you. 

please come in–it’s impolite to keep a guest standing outside.” 

I turned to the guard. “It’s fine. Madison is your future Luna. She won’t harm me.” And David followed Madison in as well. 

The guard hesitated before stepping back. “If you need anything, we’re right outside.” 

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Chapter 62 

I smiled reassuringly. Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” 

Once I closed the door, sweat soaked my dress, my hair sticking to my neck, my heart pounding, terrified I’d given myself away. 

“Well done,” Madison said. 

“I know you don’t have much time, Madison. What do I need to do?” asked directly. 

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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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