The Alpha's Breeder

By taytay91 All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Romance

Twenty Eight : Gone

Freaking Zanthos was standing outside of our room, saying something about hunters being on pack grounds and that it was extremely urgent and Eros needed to go now.

I glanced at Eros who was still on top of me with his erection poking against my thigh, leaving a warm and wet trail of pre-cum on the surface of my skin.

It seemed slightly fishy that Zanthos was the one to come to the door and tell Eros the news instead of Toran.

Why didn’t anyone mind link Eros instead of letting Zanthos creepily show up here?

Wouldn’t that be much quicker and more efficient?

I mean, that’s what I thought anyways.

More and more questions seemed to bombard my thoughts and I knew that Zanthos is up to something.

I have a feeling that whatever it is, it’s not something good.

I think Eros thought the same thing I did because his eyes had flashed silver to show that he was probably mind linking someone to confirm Zanthos’ information.

Before long, Eros breathed out a sigh under his breath.

“I’ll be back in a little bit, Emira. You should sleep first,” he said, long fingers sweeping my hair off of my face before leaning down and pressing a soft and delicate kiss against my warm temple. His lips lingered rather longingly against my skin before he pulled back, leaving me laying there rather dazedly on the bed.

Eros had dressed rather quickly after that, leaving a trail of musk in the after math when he walked past. For some reason, I didn’t want him to go.

I pulled the covers over my entire body and face, breathing heavily into the soft fabric before the doors opened and closed to signify that Eros had left with Zanthos.

I don’t know why but there was this extremely nagging feeling in my gut almost like there was heavy lead settling at the bottom of my stomach. It made me anxious and nervous for some really weird reason.

I got really jittery all of a sudden before I grabbed some new clothes from my closet and went into the bathroom to shower off all of the sweat on my skin.

As the minutes ticked by, the feeling seemed to worsen, almost as if foreshadowing that something was going to happen and I would have no chance to do anything or protect myself from it. No matter how I thought that I could and no matter how hard I try.


Biting down on my lower lip, I quickly stepped out of the shower, slightly antsy when I shakily dressed myself in a pair of joggers and grey t-shirt. I was thinking that if something did go down, I would, at least, be dressed to run for my life; although, I’m sure that the hunters wouldn’t do much to me, not at the moment in anyways. Unless someone informs them of my role as a Breeder.

That thought makes me paused slightly and just as my fingers grazed the door handle, I stopped and pulled back.

It was almost like the feeling of watching a scary movie and screaming at the TV trying to tell the main actor/actress not to open the door, because we all know that the psycho is on the other side waiting to kill them.

My heart suddenly started to pound rapidly in my chest, adrenaline rushing through my system without any reason or rhyme.

Even my back was completely wet with sweat. Although, I just took a shower not even 4 minutes ago.

I swallowed down the sudden lump in my throat, cautiously stepping back and made a move to lock the door when it suddenly slammed open with a sharp crack. The wood door smacked me in the face rather painfully and blinded me for a split second before hitting the back wall loudly.

My entire face hurt like hell, causing tears to fill my eyes rapidly while my ears were ringing piercingly in my head and I wondered if my nose was broken. Because it surely hurt like it was.

I reeled back with bright lights flashing in my vision only for a split second when a white cloth was slapped onto my face, blocking my eyes, nose and mouth off.

Before I could stop myself, I had already heavily inhaled, dragging the extremely strong drug into my system and nearly choked at the strong burn down my lungs.

I tried to cough it back up but with the cloth so heavily forced onto my face, I ended up choking pathetically as my vision started to go blurry.

Screaming for Eros wasn’t even an option because the only noise coming through the thick fabric was unrecognizable even to my ears.

All I could think to do was bite down on my tongue hard to keep myself conscious. I had bit down pretty hard because I could taste my own metallic blood on my tongue while I was punching randomly in front of me but to no affect and it seemed to hurt me more than the offenders.

My lungs burned like fire when I struggled to detach their arms from my body, choking behind the cloth due to lack of air.

I didn’t care that it had no affect and even tried to kick them when thick muscled arms caught my flailing limbs and held them painfully down by my side.

I tried.

I really did.

But yet it was useless.

My entire body slowly lost its strength against my will and I could feel myself become flaccid, falling back against a hard chest to which I was lifted off of my feet.

By then, my vision completely fell into a mist of black.




When I regained my consciousness, I noted that I couldn’t open my eyes. My entire body felt like lead, heavy and immovable. Then, I felt myself get transported along by the males. For sure I knew that there was more than one of them and they were not regular mortal beings because there was no way that they could have entered Eros’ pack house if they were.

I am also sure that they were not hunters.

And from my deductive thinking, I knew that they had to be werewolves, possibly members of Eros’ pack.

There was no way anyone else would be able to get to me unless they were trusted members of the pack. They surely were brave for backstabbing Eros.

The only thing I could do now was pray that they weren’t going to do anything depraved to me because my mind was starting to conjure several grim and terrifying situations that I have seen before in the movies.

I could only hope that it was not the case.

Before long, they set me onto the floor with my back on the cold tile. The dirty ground underneath me smelled like urine and dirt. I was extremely grossed out but couldn’t really move at the moment to get up and run for it.

Then, I started to panic.

I have no way to protect myself.

The feeling of hopelessness was soon to set in and I couldn’t help but resign myself to the situation. There was no use in panicking, crying or even working myself into a fit because I knew that it was all useless.

Tears, by far, were the most useless substance in this world.

At least at the moment anyways.

I forced myself to be calm and wait it out to see what it was that they wanted from me and I pray that the end result wouldn’t be my death.

Hopefully the drugs would wear off soon.

If I knew that something like this would happen, I would have just let Eros mark me. By then, he would be able to locate me easier and would be able to save me just as quick because of the mate bond.

I was starting to regret my decisions from earlier, berating myself for being such a prude when strange noises pulled me from my thoughts.

Suddenly, from high above, I heard something metallic being unraveled, unbuckled, in mass amounts. And then the sound of multiple metal zippers being pulled downwards, with loud noises, resounded in my ears.

My heart plummeted to my stomach.

Please don’t let it be what I think it is.

Then, before I could even comprehend what was happening, this hot and rancid liquid was being sprayed all over me and I couldn’t even open my eyes no matter how hard I tried.

My heart was racing rapidly in my chest and I tried to awaken from this temporary paralysis but nothing I did was working.

I was stuck inside of my head.

Their urine was extremely hot on my neck, hands and legs. They were literally peeing all over me.

It was disgusting!

And this happened to be the most humiliating moment of my life yet I could do nothing to stop them.

In the past, I was a strong believer of will power.

Anything that you put your mind to is possible. Yet with my current situation, I felt completely useless to stop any of it, not even will power was enough to save me.

And it felt like a back hand to the face when reality managed to set in. I couldn’t help but think and pray for all the poor women that are or have been in even worse situations than me. This has got to be one of the most sickening things I have ever experienced.

They were all probably scared, alone and begging for a savior that never comes.

Before long, I could hear their loud pants of breath and the rustling of movement from above me as they started to jerk off on top of me, probably getting a kick out of the situation.

Sick bastards.

The sounds of their panting was extremely loud in this confined room that they had put me in, reverberating against the walls and my ears to mess with my concentration.

I tried to remove myself from the situation, imagining that I was somewhere else but it didn’t keep me from knowing everything that they did and every breath that they took.

The slowly time passed like that until I could feel extremely hot sticky liquid coat my neck and chest in thick slimy coats. Then, one of them pulled my shirt up, cumming onto my chest and stomach before the last of it was dripped all over my cheek and the corner of my lips.

I was extremely glad that my mouth was closed at the moment.

I know I said that tears were useless and all but I couldn’t help the instinctive urge to sob like a newborn baby.

Out of all the things that I couldn’t do because of the drugs in my system, crying was the only thing that I could do at the moment.

The hot tears dripped down from the side of my face and my hands were trembling by now from my suppressed anger and rage but not much could be done. I was also really tempted to throw up but my currently paralyzed body would not allow me to do so.

Puke would definitely add to the list of urine and semen all over me.

“That’s enough. That will keep Eros off of our trail until we get back.” A deep dark voice said from high above in a rather commanding tone of voice, as if he was the leader of this group.

I tried to hold my breath because the musky and sweaty scent was suffocating inside of this enclosed room. I was already emotionally exhausted and my mind was starting to become muddled at this point.

“Don’t blame us, blame Zanthos for this.”

And that was the last thing I heard before complete darkness took me.

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