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Chapter 240

Rachel’s POV

I was beyond exhausted, beyond frustrated. Nathan’s iron grip on every aspect of my life had frayed my nerves to a breaking point..

He dictated even how much time I was allowed with our son.

Those days confined in this stifling tent had obliterated my patience.

Right when I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer, Nathan entered my room and said, “What’s

wrong?”

The moment I saw him, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. The knife in my hand felt like a channel for my emotions as I pressed it against his chest.

I’d kept it hidden since he brought my birthday lunch, a silent act of defiance waiting for its

moment.

His gray eyes widened in shock as the knife bit into his flesh. A crimson stain spread across his shirt, blood seeping beneath the silver edge like a sinister bloom.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snarled.

I didn’t waver. “Proving I’m not the weak girl you think I am. I’m your equal, Nathan. Not your

prisoner, not your fucking pet.”

Nathan’s expression shifted from shock to something darker, more unhinged. Instead of pulling back, he leaned into the blade, forcing it deeper into his chest. Blood flowed freely now, stark against his

pale skin.

“Finish it,” he rasped, his voice low and husky, dripping with a twisted challenge. “End me… go on…

do it.”

My hand trembled. This wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the depth of my pain, but kill him?

No!!!

Despite the fury scorching through me, I still loved him, and that realization tore at my soul.

I don’t want him dead…

“What are you doing?” I whispered, panic constricting my throat.

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Nathan pressed closer, the blade sinking further as his eyes blazed with a manic mix of joy and desperation. “If my life is what you want, take it. I’d rather die by your hand than live without you.

Blood streamed down his chest, soaking his shirt, but his gaze–those piercing gray eyes held something beyond pain.

There was longing, raw hunger, and perhaps even love. It destabilized me, crumbling my resolve.

I stammered, “1…I…will…”

The knife slipped from my shaking fingers, clattering to the ground between us.

I couldn’t do it.

No matter how much I despised his actions, I couldn’t take his life.

The instant the blade fell, Nathan’s mouth crashed into mine, fierce and ravenous.

His hand knotted in my hair, yanking me closer as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, his

scent–pine and sharp winter air–overwhelming my senses.

It was the scent that always weakened my knees, and now it smothered my anger, replacing it with a desperate, burning desire.

“You’re mine,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough with possession.

His fingers slid under my shirt, his touch searing my skin as he gripped my ass with punishing force.

Our clothes were shed in a frenzied heap on the tent floor as Nathan’s mouth blazed a trail down my

body.

When his head dipped between my thighs, I gasped, pleasure exploding through me like a shockwave as his tongue flicked over my clit, circling and sucking with ruthless precision, making my pussy

throb with need.

“I hate you… Nathan…” I breathed, but my voice betrayed me, thick with lust.

“Do you?” he murmured, his hot breath against my dripping folds making me shudder. “Your body tells a different story.”

In one brutal motion, he flipped me onto my stomach, the rough tent floor scraping against my bare

skin.

He positioned himself behind me, his thick, hard dick pressing against my wet entice before slamming in, stretching my pussy to its limits.

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I couldn’t help but moan, “Ahh, it’s so good.”

Feeling shy, I closed my mouth.

His hand fisted in my copper hair, yanking my head back painfully as he thrust deep, each stroke hard and merciless, his balls slapping against me with every punishing thrust.

“You like that, Rachel? You like me punishing you for being disobedient?” he taunted, his voice a guttural growl of lust.

I shouldn’t have reveled in it. I should’ve fought him, pushed him away.

But instead, my body arched into his, craving more of his brutal dominance. “Nathan… I…please,” I

whimpered.

“Please what?” he demanded, slowing his thrusts to a torturous crawl, his cock dragging agonizingly against my inner walls, teasing my aching cunt to the brink of madness.

Anyway, at this moment I really want it so badly.

“Please… I want you,” I gasped, surrendering to the inferno building inside me.

His pace surged, each thrust slamming me closer to the edge.

Just as I hovered on the brink of climax, his hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting amplifying the pleasure ripping through me.

Again and again, he spanked me, the harsh slaps reverberating in the tent as he fucked me relentlessly, pain and pleasure fusing into an intoxicating storm.

Each strike left my skin burning, the heat mingling with the raw sensation of his dick pounding into

I’d never witnessed this side of Nathan before–this raw, animalistic brutality. It terrified me as

much as it electrified me.

It’s slightly embarrassing, but I’m enthralled by Nathan’s AGGRESSIVE LOVE.

A distant voice in my mind warned I’d regret this later, but I was too consumed by the sensation to

heed it.

Nathan flipped me onto my back, our sweat–slicked bodies colliding as he kissed me with savage intensity.

His cock throbbed inside me, still rock-hard, still demanding, stretching my pussy with every brutal

thrust.

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“I’m going to fill you with my seed, Rachel,” he growled, his voice thick with dark intent. “You’re the only woman who can bear my children,”

His words jolted me, but I had no time to process them.

All I could feel was the pressure building again, the way his thick shaft split me open, the way his hips ground against mine in a perfect, punishing rhythm, his balls slapping against my skin with every forceful plunge.

My gaze darted to the knife wound on his chest, still oozing blood, and a fresh surge of anger mingled with my desire. “You’re so unfair!” I shouted, and in a haze of passion and madness, I lunged

forward and bit down on the wound.

Nathan groaned, a deep, pleasured sound that vibrated through me as I tasted his blood, warm and metallic on my tongue.

His thrusts grew frenzied, more erratic, his dick pulsing inside my soaked pussy as I sucked at the wound, drawing more of his essence into me.

“Fuck, Rachel,” he moaned, his release hitting hard, his hot seed flooding my cunt, spilling deep inside me as I continued to lap at his blood.

He gripped my chin with bruising force, wrenching my lips from his chest to kiss me deeply, the taste of his blood mingling between us.

The kiss was savage, my lips splitting under the pressure, a small cut forming.

Nathan noticed instantly, his ferocity softening just enough to lick the blood from my lip, tasting me in return before kissing me again. “Baby, I love you, I really love you,” he whispered against my lips.

I didn’t answer.

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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.