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Chapter 34

Rachel’s POV

The double doors to the formal dining room swung open, and I felt my breath catch in my throat,

Victoria’s reassuring presence at my side did little to calm my racing heart as we stepped into the grand space.

The rich scent of pine and roasted meat filled the air, mingling with the unfamiliar scents of Raymond and Madison.

Just months ago, I was merely a lowly server, wearily serying Tables

humble station.

E local diner, I thought to myself, acutely aware of my

And now, here I am, awkwardly donning this stunning gown at a formal dinner surrounded by powerful Alphas.

I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of inadequacy wash over me. I fidgeted with the fabric of the gown, as if trying to blend in, painfully conscious of every little imperfection in my appearance and every misstep I might make in this foreign and glamorous setting.

Tyler guided me toward Nathan, whose intense gray eyes locked onto mine the moment I entered.

For a brief second, surprise flashed across his features before his expression became unreadable again.

1 couldn’t help but wonder if he harbored some dislike for me. My wolf instincts sensed a shift in the Alpha’s mood, but I couldn interpret it.

It made me even more nervous, constantly second guessing my every action in his presence.

However, regardless of whether he likes me or not, I have to greet him. I don’t want to be impolite.

“Alpha…” I greeted softly, noticing the others in the room. I suppressed the urge to move closer to Nathan, instead offering a respectful curtsy to Raymond.

Raymond stepped forward, a discomforting smile playing on his lips. Ah, you look enchanting. Absolutely stunning.”

“Come here,” Nathan commanded, his voice deep as he extended his hand.

My heart pounded violently in my chest as Raymond’s

ze made my skin crawl–like prey being watched by a venomous snake.

When Nathan reached out, I instinctively moved toward him, his scent forming a solid barrier between Raymond and me.

His hand felt dry and warm, carrying an Alpha’s strength that gradually quieted the fear deep within me.

Madison shot me a contemptuous look. Though she appeared more polite than she had this morning, she bit her lip and forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, which sparkled with hostility.

“We were still talking…” Madison complained.

Nathan gave Madison a brief glance before turning back to me. “We can continue during dinner.”

“I agree, Raymond said. “Let’s not keep these beautiful ladies hungry because of our conversation. Shall we sit?”

“Please,” Nathan replied to Raymond, then gestured for me to follow

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Nathan pulled out my chair with unexpected care, and I was surprised to find myself seated near the head of the table, right beside him-

-a position typically reserved for a Luna.

Tyler sat on my other side with Victoria next to him, forming a protective barrier around me.

“Alpha Nathan,” Raymond said, raising his glass, “thank you again for your hospitality. The Goldshore Pack has thoroughly enjoyed our stay at Ironjaw. I look forward to our future collaboration. Chec

“That’s my pleasure,” Nathan replied with a curt nod, his wolfish vigance never wavering.

A strange tension hung in the air, more palpable than the atoma of the food. I carefully glanced around, feeling like an outsider who had stumbled into high society.

The sensation was familiar–like being back at my father’s dinners, were I was never allowed to sit, only to serve. T

he only difference was that now I sat beside Nathan, his presence offering an inexplicable sense of security.

“I must admit, Nathan, Raymond began, “your pack territory is quite impressive.”

“We survive by strength,” Nathan stated simply.

I noticed that Nathan had spoken more tonight than in all my previous encounters combined, though his responses remained brief and powerful.

Raymond turned his attention to me. “So, Rachel… how did you come to join the Ironjaw Pack?”

I smiled politely. “I… came here through circumstance. Alpha Nathan provided me shelter until… until the appropriate time.”

Nathan tilted his head slightly to listen, golden flecks appearing in his eyes. Tyler caught my gaze and nodded subtly, indicating my answer was appropriate.

“What are your plans after you leave?” Raymond continued.

I stopped eating. “Someday, I hope to travel. There are many places I’ve only read about in books. The Moon Goddess created such a vast world, and I hope to witness her wonders firsthand. Of course, only with Alpha Nathan’s permission…”

A chill crept up my spine as I raised my eyes to meet Nathan’s gray ones. Something unreadable flickered in his gaze–both cold and burning–making me instinctively shrink back as my wolf warned me to be cautious.

I nervously glanced toward Victoria and Tyler, seeking some form of support or guidance.

“How amusing,” Madison said with a sarcastic tone. “I’ve never thought books could hold such power…”

“I’m sure the books you read have their unique charms as well,” I replied, maintaining my smile.

Madison merely glared at me, a wolfish warning flashing in her eyes

“Madison excels in social settings. Books are too static for her,” Raymond chuckled.

Nathan’s pheromones grew more dominant in the air, silently marking his territory. Meanwhile, Madison began describing in detail how she had visited various packs to learn Luna duties–hinting that if Nathan was interested, she’d be happy to share more privately.

“You know, Nathan,” Raymond suggested, “an Alpha always needs a suitable Luna to share responsibilities. trained in every aspect, and she seems to be adapting well to Ironjaw’s environment, don’t you think?”

My daughter has been

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My heart ached at this direct implication, even though I’d known Nahan needed a political alliance through marriage:

“My focus lies elsewhere at present, Raymond,” Nathan responded.

“So bad.”

“Perhaps an Alpha needs a mate who truly understands etiquette and pack management, rather than…” Madison’s gaze swept over my red dress.

When Madison’s eyes met mine, they briefly flashed hostility before quickly returning to normal when others noticed.

“Speaking of etiquette, Victoria interjected, “questioning your hosts choices as a guest isn’t exactly exemplary behavior, dear

Madison.”

“Perhaps you should consider visiting Emerald City, Nathan said, his voice dangerously low. “The Alphas there might appreciate your… talents.”

I lowered my gaze, lifting my glass to hide the involuntary smile tugging at my lips. An inexplicable satisfaction spread through my chest, though reason told me I shouldn’t feel this way.

I understood my position and role clearly–once my task was complete, I would leave, and Nathan would find a true Luna.

But sitting beside him now, hearing him speak up for me, I couldn’t suppress the warmth blooming inside.

“What about you, Rachel?” Raymond turned to me. “I assume you don’t have a mate. Are you looking for one?”

Once again, I was shocked, my throat constricting.

Raymond’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light, assessing me without pretense.

I instinctively looked to Nathan for his reaction, my wolf submitting while simultaneously seeking protection.

The air grew thick with tension as time seemed to freeze for a moment.

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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.