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Chapter 133

Carter’s POV

The melodic sound of a harp drifted through the castle corridor, pulling me from my endless thoughts about border patrols and war strategies.

I stood in the hallway, entranced by the haunting notes of an ancient werewolf lullaby–one I hadn’t heard since childhood.

This music… it fills my empty castle. How many years has it been since these walls felt such warmth?

I felt my wolf stir inside me, not with its usual restlessness but with an unfamiliar sense of peace. The beast that had been pacing anxiously for years seemed suddenly content, even docile.

Following the enchanting melody, I found myself drawn to the grand music hall. There Rachel sat, her copper hair loosely gathered at the nape of her heck with a few stray tendrils framing her face.

Rachel has brought more than just an heir. She’s brought something I never expected to feel again–fulfillment.

She wore a flowing white dress that seemed to glow in the moonlight streaming through the tall windows. Her delicate fingers danced across the harp strings with surprising skill, her green eyes slightly narrowed in concentration.

Hearing my footsteps, she turned. When her gaze met mine, her lips curved into a smile that made my heart stutter in my chest.

“Sing for me,” I commanded, my voice dropping to a deep, husky tone.

Her scent–spring rain and forest blossoms–intensified as I approached, making my Alpha instincts nearly impossible to control. My wolf howled with excitement, desperate to be closer to her.

She’s no longer just a breeder. She’s my mate, my Luna.

I settled into a leather armchair near the piano, kicking off my boots and allowing myself a rare moment of relaxation. Closing my eyes, I let Rachel’s music and scent envelop me.

Even on the eve of war, I’ve never felt such peace.

I wanted to stay awake, to savor this private performance, but found myself fighting against the lullaby’s spell.

The music stopped, and I sensed her familiar scent drawing nearer. Opening my eyes, I found Rachel ding before me, holding a deep blue throw blanket with our pack’s emblem woven into the fabric.

From my seated position, I could glimpse the delicate curve of her collarbone beneath her white dress’s neckline and the crescent moon pendant resting against her throat.

“I thought you’d fallen asleep,” she said, her voice as soft as moonlight but with a teasing lilt. Her lower lip caught briefly between her teeth.

“I never truly sleep, little wolf. I can feel your every approach,” responded, unable to keep the hunger from my voice.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you…” she whispered.

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“I’m glad you did.” My voice grew deeper, more possessive,

I want to pull her into my arms, let her scent cover my skin completely.

For yonths, I’d respected her space, maintained my distance, but tonight, my control was reaching its limit. I noticed the tonging in her gaze, smelled the sweet change in her scent that spoke of desire.

My instincts surged, seizing control with a primal force that drowned out all reason. I wrapped my arm around Rachel’s slender waist, pulling her firmly against me.

To my surprise, she didn’t resist. Instead, her lips curved into a knowing smile as she straddled my thighs, her weight settling over me, her closeness sending a jolt through my core.

Our lips crashed together, and a powerful current roared through my body, my eyes widening at the raw intensity. Her taste–sweet, intoxicating–unraveled me.

My hands moved with urgent need, fingers tugging at the delicate straps of her dress. The fabric slipped down, revealing the soft curve of her breast, her nipple pebbling under the cool air and my heated gaze.

I traced its outline with my thumb, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips, her body arching into my touch.

“Oh, Carter, my Alpha…” Rachel moaned, her voice thick with yearning, laced with a submission.

My palms roamed her silken skin, savoring every inch as I slid my hand lower, brushing the sensitive curve of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched as my fingers found her pussy, warm and slick beneath the thin barrier of her panties.

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Chapter 134

I teased her gently at first, then with more insistence, feeling her tremble under my touch, her hips shifting to meet my rhythm. The scent of her arousal mingled with the wild musk of my own, driving my wolf to the edge of restraint.

“Goddess…” she gasped, her voice breaking as my lips found the sensitive gland on her neck, the mark of her mating bond pulsing under my tongue.,

I grazed it with my teeth, and her body shuddered, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

She was mine. From the moment she’d stepped into my territory, her scent had haunted me, my destined Luna. I’d waited too long for this.

her presence branding her as

Desperation clawed at me, and I fumbled with my belt, the metal clinking as I yanked the zipper down.

My pants parted, and my dick sprang free, hard and throbbing.

Rachel’s eyes flickered downward, a hungry gleam in them as she pressed closer, her breath warm against my jaw.

I was ready to claim her fully, to seal our bond in the fire of this moment. R…

cedar invaded my senses, cutting through the haze of desire.

then, a sharp, jarring scent of pine and

My instincts snapped to alertness, and I turned toward the window. Nathan’s face loomed outside, his eyes glowing a dangerous, their intensity boring into me.

“Carter? What’s wrong?” Rachel’s voice trembled with confusion her hands still clutching me.

“Carter! Wake up!” Her voice grew distant and urgent.

Why is Nathan here? Does he know about Rachel’s identity?

Fury and protectiveness exploded within me.

No one will take her from me, not even the Alpha of Ironjaw Pack!

My eyes snapped open. I found myself lying in my bed, drenched in sweat. The voice callin

me wasn’t Rachel’s but Lucas‘.

“Alpha! Alpha! You need to wake up!” Lucas insisted, standing cautiously by my bedside.

“Damn it, Lucas, this better be important!” I growled.

“You instructed me to wake you at sunrise, sir. The border patrol will report in an hour.”

I replied, “I know. Now, leave my room.”

As the door closed behind him, I ran a hand over my face.

Damn it, just a fucking dream.

How could I have such thoughts about a breeder? It’s just instinct, a reaction to her Alpha bloodline, not real feelings.

Standing at the window, I gazed toward Rachel’s cottage in the distance, contemplating my dream and Nathan’s

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appearance in It.

She is beautiful, especially carrying my child… no, his child.

I kept reminding myself that this was merely a normal Alpha response to a breeder, not a mate bond.

Why did Nathan appear in my dream? Is my subconscious warning me of something?

Uneasily, I recalled that faint, unfamiliar Alpha scent I’d detected near Rachel’s cottage several nights ago.

Later that morning, dressed in my formal attire, I sat at the head of the long table in the castle’s meeting room, handling territory matters and war preparations. My mind kept drifting back to my dream.

“What’s the latest on Ironjaw Pack? What is Nathan doing?” I asked suddenly, drawing my lieutenants‘ attention.

Lucas handed me a folder. “Information is limited, Alpha. The latest news is that Madison received Nathan’s moon pendant. We believe this indicates their alliance marriage is proceeding.”

“That pendant…” I murmured, lost in thought. “Anything else?”

“Nothing, Alpha. He seems focused on preparing his alliance with Raymond.”

How’s the island’s security?” I changed the subject abruptly.

Lucas frowned. “Is there a problem, Alpha?”

“Are you certain our territory hasn’t been breached? No unfamiliar Alpha scents?”

“No unusual reports, Alpha. Our patrols are thorough. Why do you ask?”

“Just confirming.” I tapped my fingers on the table. “Increase patrols around Rachel’s cottage.”

Why would I dream of Nathan? He couldn’t possibly know Rachel is here.

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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.