Breeder For The Morozov Alpha Brothers Chapter 03

Breeder For The Morozov Alpha Brothers Chapter 03

LAIKYN GARCIA.

“Did you know?”

Angry tears stream down her cheeks and I flinch at the backhanded comment.

“You think I knew they wanted to put babies in me? No, Jade! No, I didn’t know!”

My chest burns, hot tears line my cheeks but Goddess be damned if I back out of this now.

Jade clutches her flowing dress in one hand, the other hand rubbing her forehead stressfully.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Lake but this… it was supposed to be me leaving. I was going to sacrifice myself.”

“It doesn’t matter because the plan is still the plan. I’ll go with them, I’ll destroy them”, I emphasize every syllable with as much vitriol swirling in my heart.

“How? Huh, they think you are their mate, not me! What if the mate bond gets in the way of your reasoning? What if you actually fall in love with our parents’ killers, Lake?”

“I’m not their mate. They want to put their pups in me and that’s different than being their mate. And falling in love? Falling in love is for women who’ve been given everything by the Goddess. I have nothing but hate keeping me alive.”

“Promise me”, she holds my hands, trembling.

“I promise.”

“No. Promise me you will find ways to kill them. Promise me, that if you manage to have pups for them… y-you will get rid of them, Lake. For me. For our family.”

My chest jolts and for a second I mull it over letting the words leave my lips with a wavering voice, “I promise.”

Kill my own pups? They would be innocent but… but they would be the fruit of… them! Monsters! Killers!

“I love you, Lake.”

“I love you too, Jade.”

We embrace. A temporary goodbye.

Numbness coats my features as I stare into the night, Hollow Peak doesn’t feel like a home that sheltered me for twenty years.

Not with four men standing by their huge cars, all big, tall and menacing.

All waiting for me.

One of them called me their ‘mate’.

But they all collectively agreed I was useful for carrying their babies.

I almost chuckle at the pain. At the feeling of being deemed unworthy to be a mate to anyone.

A baby maker? Sure. But a mate? No.

“I’ll come for you, Laikyn. I’ll save you before they do any harm”, Alpha Xanthus speaks next to me.

“When did you know? When did you know I was your mate?”

“Laikyn-.”

“You didn’t tell me about it because the thought of it repulsed you, didn’t it Xanthus? Don’t come for me. Don’t save me because I don’t want you to. I’ve already rejected you.”

“But I did not reject you. You are not their mate, Lake and I will not let you go without putting up a fight.”

“You already lost the fight… and me.”

I wipe at my tears.

Then I walk to the four men I see in my nightmares every time I close my eyes.

The walk to them isn’t easy.

Alphas exude auras that make it hard not to notice them or pay heed to them.

Make that four Alphas and I feel like I have a noose wrapped around my neck.

It doesn’t get easy when I stand in front of them.

Vuk Morozov, with the pierced left ear, dark-brown hair and eyes the color of a bloody sunset, steps forward.

He’s built like a wall with the height of the willow tree, the tallest tree in Hollow Peak.

His hand lands on my left shoulder right where the thin strands of my dress start. The touch of his fingers flares my mind raw but my skin? It roars like it’s being churned by fire and enjoying every second of it.

“Take off the dress, lotus flower. I’m not carrying you with his scent on you.”

I stare at him blankly looking for the humor behind his statement.

There’s none. Zilch. Nada.

“N-No. It’s cold. I’ll freeze to death.”

“Not in my arms you won’t”, he offers with a straight face. My stomach bottoms out.

“It’s my favorite dress and I can’t just-.”

“You take the dress off or I rip it off of you. It won’t be the first dress I rip off or the last either.”

His fingers play with the thin strand and every time he does so his fingers brush my skin and I shiver from the cold. From the cold and nothing else.

“I’ll do it myself”, I snarl taking a step back.

“Good girl.”

“But you are not carrying me.”

You are not touching me.

“Like hell I’m not.”

“I don’t want to r-ride with you either.”

“This little-.”

The silent one, Echo Morozov, cuts off Vuk before he can shout expletives at me.

“She’ll ride with me. Everyone else in their cars.”

Vuk takes a step back, his glaring eyes on me but other than that, he walks to his vehicle, gets in and starts driving it out of Xanthus’ compound.

The bastard who took my first kiss and his other bastard brother do the same.

The three vehicles disappear and I’m left with Echo.

Echo goes ahead to stand behind me then with a whisper, his hard voice slaps the back of my head.

“The dress, lastochka.”

My dignity in the mud, my mind laser-focused on vengeance, I sweep the strands of the dress from my shoulders.

The dress falls easily down my waist, only to be stuck at my hips.

Large hands grip the material and pull it all the way down my legs. I can only cover my boobs with humiliation.

Once my dress is off, I hear the sounds of him doing something behind me but I don’t look back.

I only gasp when his shirt covers my shoulders, the smell of him covering me like a warm blanket on a treacherous cold night.

“Arms inside the shirt.”

I wear his shirt begrudgingly. It’s his shirt or battling hypothermia and as much as I want to battle my way out of this, I can’t.

As if ordering me to take my dress off is only the beginning of everything, he swipes hair from my shoulder, his face leaning in.

“Whatever hope you have that your Alpha will come fight for you, abandon that hope, lastochka. You are ours now. That sexy body you have underneath is ours, that neck that begs to be marked is ours.

Word of advice when it comes to Vuk, don’t say no to him. It encourages him. Makes him wanna rut into you senseless.

Word of advice when it comes to me? We get in my vehicle; I buckle you in and you sleep. You keep your head down till we reach home.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

He chuckles.

“I bend you over my vehicle and show your people just how good you fit in my arms when I’m fucking you all the way to Sunday.”

I don’t have to turn around to see everyone from our pack gazing at us.

They are all staring at us, aren’t they?

And if that’s the case, is that the reason why he stood behind me when he told me to take my dress off?

To hide me from… being shamed?

I don’t entertain such thoughts when he buckles me into the car seat and starts his car.

I sleep and… I plan their downfall.