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The Alpha’s Purchased Glave

Chapter 250

Rachel’s POV

“What do you want now?” I asked, my voice more tired than angry.

The past weeks had drained me of the energy required for rage.

His eyes moved from me to our son, sleeping peacefully in the wooden cradle he’d carved:

Something in Nathan’s expression softened as he gazed at our child, the hard lines around his mouth asing into something almost tender.

It was moments like these that confused me most—glimpses of the man I’d fallen for, buried beneath the tyrant who’d imprisoned me.

Then he looked up at me tenderly.

“You look better,” he said finally, studying my face. “You have more color. More energy.

I let out a humorless laugh. “What did you expect? I’m a prisoner held against my will, only recently allowed to see my friends, and barely reconnecting with my child who’s hardly seen me since I arrived. Should I be grateful? Is that what you

want?”

I could see him fighting back a retort, his jaw clenching briefly before he controlled himself. I’m glad you’re eating, babe.

Babe…

“Well, a promise is a promise,” I replied. “At least to me.”

The barb found its mark–Nathan’s eyes flickered with something like guilt before hardening again.

“Things have been changing too quickly to predict,” he said defensively.

I turned away, unwilling to engage in another circular argument about his justifications. We both knew he’d broken his promises to me, one after another.

“We have a battle coming,” Nathan said, his tone shifting to something more urgent. “There are multiple forces surrounding the camp. Many rogues and others–possibly trained soldiers hired by the king.”

I frowned, turning back to face him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re in danger,” he said flatly.

My eyes darted to our sleeping son, anxiety rising in my chest. “The baby and I would be safer in the castle.”

“Rachel, it’s too dangerous for you to go there.”

“It’s too dangerous for us to stay here,” I countered.

Nathan’s expression darkened with suspicion. I recognized the look–he was afraid I might run, might even convince some of his supposedly loyal rogues to help me.

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It explained why he’d been limiting my contact with others as much as possible!

With a sigh, he sat down on the edge of my canvas cot, and I pulled my feet back, unwilling to let him touch me.

He whispered, “You can’t leave, Rachel.”

I fell silent, staring into the distance beyond his shoulder.

What a jerk. Now he acts like he can’t live without me, but wasn’t he trying to kill me before?

“I have to go out and fight,” Nathan continued, his voice lower. “I’ll be responsible for many lives, including your friends- Tyler, Victoria, Gina.” He paused, watching me carefully. “I know you care about them, right?”

I didn’t respond, but we both knew I was listening.

“I need to focus on what’s happening on the battlefield around us. I can’t afford distractions.” He placed his hand gently on my ankle, and I resisted the urge to pull away again. “If I’m thinking you might be gone when I return, I’ll be very distracted during the fight. That would be unsafe. Bad for my men as well. I need to know, with certainty, that when this battle is over and I return to camp, you’ll be here.”

“What do you want me to say, Nathan?” I asked, finally meeting his gaze. “You’re keeping me here against my will. Do you want me to agree not to take any opportunity that might present itself to leave?”

“I know you don’t want to be here, Rachel,” he said, his voice strained. “When it’s safer, I’m willing to discuss it, but for now, please promise me you won’t leave during the battle? For your friends‘ sake? For our child’s sake? Please…”

I looked at him and saw something I hadn’t expected.

I can hardly recognize Nathan anymore. He used to be so cold–hearted and arrogant, but life has really humbled him.

He was pathetic.

Probably…

“Fine,” I said flatly.

“What?”

I stated, “I said fine, Nathan. You want me to promise not to leave during the battle? Fine. I won’t. I won’t disappear without saying anything. But when this is over, we need to talk about this situation. You can’t keep me here indefinitely.”

Relief washed over his face. “Thank you.”

“Whatever,” I replied.

Nathan’s gaze drifted back to our sleeping son, and a strange expression crossed his face–as if he’d just realized something important.

“Rachel,” he said suddenly, “I just realized–what’s our baby’s name?”

The question caught me off guard. I hesitated, unsure how to respond. ‘I… I’ve been trying to decide.”

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His brow furrowed. “But you said you’d already chosen one. Now you’re saying…

“I don’t want to say.” I admitted, looking away.

“Seriously, Rachel, it’s just a name,” Nathan said, his tone lightening as he attempted a joke. “Unless you’re going with ‘Kevin‘? He does sound like an exploding coffee machine every morning-

I stared at him in disbelief, then couldn’t help but protest, “First of all, Kevin is innocent, and second, if I really chose that name, Pam would be at the door with a cheesecake to smack me with.” Despite myself, a laugh escaped my lips.

Nathan’s eyes lit up at my response. “So I’m guessing it’s ‘Luke‘? May the force be with his burps–”

The ridiculous suggestion made me shake my head, but I couldn’t completely suppress my smile.

“Seriously, Rachel,” Nathan said, his expression growing earnest. “What are you planning to name him?”

I looked down at our son, watching his tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. “When he was born, the light was shining on his eyelashes… I suddenly thought of ‘Mateo.‘ It means ‘gift of God‘ in Spanish.”

Nathan went very still. “Mateo?” he repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue.

I watched his reaction carefully, surprised by the raw emotion that flashed across his face before he quickly composed

himself.

Nathan smiled. “I like that name. It gives the impression of sunshine, confidence, warmth–perfect for a boy who’ll grow up to be handsome and responsible. Our son will definitely be both.”

I bit my lip, suddenly uncertain. “I don’t know, I was thinking maybe there’s a better name—‘

“I think it’s a perfect name for a future king,” Nathan interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “Rachel, it’s a good name.

Trust me.”

I looked down at our son feeling a wave of emotion wash over me. “He was conceived when I loved you, and I’ve tried to love you every day since, but then… Anyway, whatever else happened, our child is a product of love.”

“I’ll figure out how to fix this, Rachel,” he promised, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him again.

A small cry from the cradle drew our attention. Mateo had awakened, his tiny fists waving in the air.

“I want to hold him before I go,” Nathan said, lifting our son carefully. Mateo nestled against his shoulder, looking impossibly small in his father’s arms.

I felt tears welling in my eyes at the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Nathan asked, noticing my expression.

I shook my head. “Nothing. Give Mateo to me.”

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.