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Chapter 3

Rachel’s

POV

With Daniel’s

eyes gleaming, the revelation that I was being sold to the Alpha of the Ironjaw Pack made me think that nothing

could make me feel worse,

I was wrong.

“They say Alpha Nathan is quite the beast,” Daniel smirked, stepping closer to me. “He’ll tear you apart, little Rachel. But don’t worry, I can show you what to expect.”

My heart hammered against my ribs as he moved behind me, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply. The sound he made- a low, appreciative growl–sent shivers of disgust down my spine.

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’ll get in trouble. We don’t need to bring more trouble here.”

“Trouble?” Daniel chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “I’m not afraid of him, Rachel

Despite his words, I could sense his fear–the slight tremble in his hands, the way his eyes darted to the door. He was terrified of Alpha Nathan and his Beta, but too proud to admit it.

with a sudden movement, Daniel shoved me away. “Hurry up and pack your stuff.”

I nodded, moving to my small closet where I gathered my meager possessions: a few work uniforms from the diner, a pair of leggings, and some plain t–shirts

was pathetic how my entire life fit into one small suitcase, barely filled at that.

“I’m ready,” I said softly, glancing around the room.

My eyes darted to the window. Could I escape? Jump out and run? But Daniel was watching me like a hack, and I knew he’d catch me before I made it to the treeline. Besides, where would I go? An armated female wolf without a pack was as good as dead.

As I walked past Daniel toward the stairs, he suddenly slapped my backside. The unexpected contact made me jump and I instinctively broke into a run

“Why are you running?” he called after me. “So eager to meet your new master, you bitch? Slow down!*

I could hear him behind me, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor Then his hand was on my shoulder, fingers digging painfully into my skin.

“Daniel… please don’t, I begged, turning to face him.

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I was certain he was going to hit me. My body tensed, preparing for the blow

“You fucking telling me what to do?” he shouted, his face reddening with rage.

1 flinched, raising my arms to shield myself, but the expected blow never came.

Daniel froze, his attention drawn to something below. Our shouting had attracted notice from downstairs.

As I descended the final steps, my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the entryway. Henry stood with his arms crossed, looking impatient. Beside him was Isabel, her lips curved in a satisfied smile

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But it was the tall stranger who drew my attention–Beta Tyler of the Ironjaw Pack, flanked by two warriors who remained partially hidden in the shadows.

esn’t she look beautiful?” bel chirped, her voice sickly sweet. he took extra

Beta Tyler.”

to make herself perfect for your arrival,

I fought the urge to scoff at her obvious the. I’d been given barely any time to dress, let alone make myself “perfect.”

But the Bela’s eyes never left me, studying my every movement. what I was

valeating a purchase. Which, I supposed bitterly, was exactly

The Beta’s gaze lingered on my neck, where I know bruised from my father’s fingers were visible despite my attempts to hide them with my hair.

“Why does she have bruises?” he asked coolly

I was utterly shocked that anyone would care about my injuries. In my darkest moments, I had become so accustomed to being overlooked and alone that the thought of someone showing concern for my battered body and bruised soul seemed like an impossibility.

Isabel laughed nervously. “Oh, she fell down the stairs earlier wearing those cute new heels, didn’t you, Rachel?”

Under the harsh stares of my father and Isabel, I nodded meekly. “Yes, the stairs. Sorry…”

“The stairs? Tyler repeated, skepticism evident in his tone.

Henry cleared his throat. “Please, have a seat. We can discuss the arrangements further.”

“No,” Tyler replied firmly. “We don’t need further discussion. We’ve already discussed everything

on the phone.”

“I’ve prepared dinner,” Isabel offered, her smile never reaching her

“No,” Tyler said again. “We won’t be eating.”

Tyler gestured for me to approach him. When I hesitated, Daniel growled behind me.

“Move,” he ordered, shoving me forward.

I stumbled, and when I didn’t move quickly enough, Daniel slapped my backside again, harder this time. The force nearly sent me tumbling down the remaining stairs.

But before I could fall, strong hands steadied me. Tyler had moved with incredible speed, catching me and setting me upright before stepping back.

“Th–thank you!” I stammered.

“No worries,” he responded politely..

A sudden crash interrupted us, followed by Daniel’s scream. I whirled around to see one of Tyler’s warriors slamming my stepbrother against the wall, his fist connecting with Daniel’s face repeatedly. Blood splattered across the hardwood floor.

“Please! Beta Tyler, make it stop! Isabot shrieked, her composure completely

shattered.

Tyler remained unmoved as Daniel’s screams grew watching him being beaten to death was horrifying.

weaker. I felt no love for my stepbrother after his years of harassment, but

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Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Tyler raised his hand. “Stop”

The

e warrior passed mill–punch, still holding Daniel by the throat,

“Take his hand, Tyler commanded, his voice eerily calni.

label fell to her knees. “No- Please Don’t do this to him. He’ll er

her again. I swear!”

A blood–curdling scream tore through the mom as the warrior’s cla extended, slicing through Daniel’s wrist. His severed hand fell to the floor with a sickening thud, blood pooling rapidly around it.

I staggered backward, terror washing over me. If they would do this Daniel, what would they do to me?

Isabel collapsed, wailing in anguish before suddenly lunging toward he. “This is all your fault, you whore!! I’ll kill you!!!”

Tyler stepped between us, blocking her attack, but she continued to cream. “You bitch! If you hadn’t seduced my son, none of this would have happened!!”

“Control your Luna, Alpha, Tyler said to my father, he tone indicating this was not a request.

“Isabel, take him to the pack hospital,” my father ordered, his voice surprisingly steady.

“Daniel is your son,” Isabel sobbed, clutching at my father’s shirt. Do something… Henry, you can’t let them treat him like this!!

“Enough!” Henry roared. “Take him to the pack hospital. Don’t make me say it a third time.”

Isabel stared at him in disbelief before gathering Daniel’s unconscious body and his severed hand. As she left, the look she gave me promised death if she ever saw me again.

“I apologize for the disturbance,” my father said to Tyler, his demeanor completely changed. ‘As you can see, Tyler, she’s beautiful and obedient. It’s almost painful to see my precious daughter leave, but she wants this so much.”

The blatant lie made my heart ache. My own father, pretending to care when he had sold me like cattle.

“Very well,” Tyler replied. “We need to go. The payment will arrive in few days, after Alpha Nathan has seen her.”

My father’s face clouded with confusion. “I apologize… I thought we would receive it upon your arrival?”

“Yes, to my pack,” Tyler

ler said, his eyes narrowing. “Are you attempting to renegotiate with the Alpha Nathan?”

“No, no,” my father backpedaled quickly. “Just a misunderstanding in communication.”

Tyler’s voice hardened, “Just a reminder, Henry… she is now Alpha Nthan’s property. She no longer belongs to you, and never will again. She will never return here, alive or dead. She belongs to our pack now.”

“No problem,” my father agreed without besitation.

With those two simple words, my last hope shattered. My own father had just confirmed that I meant nothing to him beyond the money I would bring.

“Do you need anything else, or is this all your luggage?” Tyler asked, gesturing to

o my small suitcase.

I could only manage a weak, trembling nod, my body rigid with fear Every fiber of my being was consumed by dread, and my voice seemed to have been snatched away, leaving me mute and paralyzed in the face of what lay ahead.

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“Good. Let’s go. We have a lordt journey ahead.”

The two warriers positioned themselves on either side of me as I walked toward the waiting car. Each step felt heavier than the last, my future growing darker with very inch of distance from the only me I’d ever known.

At the door, I paused to look back one last time. This wasn’t just the house where I had suffered; it was also where my mother, Marie, had once lived and loved nie.

Silently, I followed Tyler to his car, the realization sinking in that

life was no longer my own. I was about to become Alpha

Nathan Blackwood’s breeder, a tool to be used and then discarded up 1 had served my purpose.

The car door closed behind me with a final, fateful click.

After I was taken, my head spun violently. A thick fog clouded my mind, awareness slipping away fast, until then, nothing

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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.