The Alpha's Breeder

"You're going to be my Alpha's little breeding bitch—A cheap ugly whore who will spread her legs at his command," he finally replied.

"Screw you," I hissed out through the cracks of my teeth.

My lips curled into an ugly snarl and my blood was boiling in my veins at his insulting words.

"Sadly, my Alpha will be doing that." He smirked. "After all, when you turn off all the lights, every woman looks the same."

I sneered at him, anger making my chest warm and tight with displeasure.

"Doesn't your Alpha have a mate?" I ask, lips pursed in disgust the longer I have to look at him.

The Alpha looked to be quite older so I imagine that he must have been mated already.

"He does. Our Alpha Female is a beautiful she-wolf with everything that you don't have, except for that miraculous womb that is." His words shut me up immediately, making me want to throttle him with my bare hands.

And here I thought werewolves were supposed to be monogamous creatures who only had one soul mate.

From what I have learned, mates are very important to werewolves.

Once they reach a certain age of maturity, their inner beast would be able to recognize their mate almost immediately after meeting.

After that, they would consummate in some sort of mating ritual of the wolves.

Their mate bond would make them unable to cheat on each other.

The male won't even be able to touch another female without feeling anything other than disgust and self-hatred.

Unless something unfortunate happens like if one dies or if one mate decides to forsake the other, they will not receive another mate.

Although I have heard of second chance mates, it is not very common among the werewolf population.

Some believe that it is a punishment from the moon gods if they do not find another mate and remain lonely for the remainder of their long lifetime.

For this Alpha to go and cheat on his mate for some prophecy that might not even be real is absolute foolishness.

If he thinks that I am going to lay down and spread my legs just to pop out a dozen or so kids for him than he must be a psycho that needs to be locked up far far away from here.

That's not going to happen.

Ever.

"Let's go, Kent. Sheik said that he spotted some hunters traveling through the dark forest," the other male said.

"Damn hunters," Kent muttered as they left, glaring at me as if it was my fault that there were hunters on their land.

The door slammed shut with a slightly muffled clicking sound that indicated that it was, once again, locked.

I remember that Amy had once interrogated a couple of werewolves.

She said that one of them had stated something about an 'Alpha's Breeder'.

Since we have never heard of such a thing, I was placed in charge of researching the topic.

It took several weeks before I found a rather old scroll with cryptic language on the topic.

From what I read, a Breeder was born every 500 years with a mark indicating her status only werewolves can see.

She was said to have the ability to birth full blooded werewolves that were much stronger than the average ones.

These full-blooded werewolves had the capabilities of destroying a whole city in their wake and killing more than 15 men at the same time, giving them the upper hand over a lot of supernatural beings.

Later, I found them to be called Sentinels, a different breed of warrior werewolf built specifically for war and fighting.

They only obey and bow down to one person—the Alpha's Breeder, also known as the Mother.

She can command them at will to destroy and kill or to back down and play nice.

And her mate would have a lot more power with these sentinel werewolves at beck and call.

Because of that, most Alphas want this Breeder for their own in order to strengthen their pack.