The Alpha's Breeder

Eros did not give off the vibe of being submissive in any sense, at least not in my eyes.

Because, if that was the case, I should have been the one on top.

"We could try a new position tonight if you want, Emira," he suddenly said, sending me this rather lascivious glance and making me realize that I was thinking way off topic again.

My lips pursed slightly, and I could feel my cheeks burn at the innuendo.

I don't think I would last very long in that position, not that I do very well in any other position.

Due to Eros never-ending werewolf stamina, I become mushy strands of overcooked spaghetti after he's done.

And there's no helping it.

Because I've learned my lesson about payback.

Each time I try to cockblock him, I end up laying in bed until noon.

I'm the one who ends up suffering.

So, no more of that.

At my last thought, I could see an amused grin curl upon Eros' lips as if he could already imagine it.

Just when I was about to say something, I lose my train of thought when my eyes trail over to the smooth wall.

"Are you going to put a window back in? I think sunlight would be nice for the room," I suddenly said when he finally turned off the blow dryer and set it aside.

Although I wasn't interested in running away anymore, we still don't have a window in the room.

I'm kind of adamant on getting a window because it would make the room a little more aesthetically pleasing.

"Later. There have been a lot of hunters recently and I don't want anything to happen to you again," he said after pulling me into his strong arms so that I could comfortably lean against him.

"What does that have to do with having a window?" I asked, settling myself into his embrace until I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek.

"They could catapult someone into the window and leave with you faster than I would like," he answered rather nonchalantly as if this occurred on a daily basis.

That's really creative.

I wonder if that has happened to someone for Eros to think of something rather improbable like that.

With a sigh, I ended up tossing the idea of a window out of a window for now. Pun intended.

But I do wish that there was a way to deter the hunters from here, at least enough so that everyone could stay safe.

At that last thought, a word made way into my head as my memory was jolted from a dream I had several days ago.

Ziron-e.

Ziron-e is a chemical substance that was used as a way to control the Hunters when Ani started to genetically alter them.

In fear of developing problems in the future if the Hunters decide to rebel, Ani was given the task of finding a way to subdue them if such a day came.

Think of it like Kryptonite, except in liquid form.

Ziron-e can counteract the Hunters' brainwaves from the elements injected into the bloodstream.

It causes them to lose their concentration and forget their purpose, sending most of them into a coma-like state for a short period of time until the government can reprogram them back into shape.

The only problem is that the ingredients to make Ziron-e is rather hard to find, and the government controls a majority of it in the market.

I remembered this a couple of days ago when I was dreaming about making the substance in my sleep, but I haven't quite decided on what to do with this knowledge.

If this information is put into the wrong hands, a lot of people could die.

And by people, I mean humans.

First, I helped the government kill off werewolves and now I'm thinking of helping werewolves combat the government.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

What is wrong and what is right?