The Heir's Breeder

13

Trigger warning: sexual assault

It's dark when I wake up again. Tristan isn't back yet so I know it is not too late, but my stomach still grumbles from hunger. I can't remember when I ate last and the regular meals have started to make my body crave food consistently.

I walk into the bathroom and stop when I see myself in the mirror. My body has gotten bigger. My arms and legs are no longer just skin and bones. My whole body is more than just that. My cheeks finally look full, my brown hair looks, for lack of a better word, luscious. I like the way I look. I have nothing to really compare it to but I still like it.

Throwing some clothes on, a dress with only one shoulder and the skirt longer on the same side, I left the room and head down the hall to the kitchen. I figure that I must have slept through the regular dinner time and move through the hallways towards the kitchen.

It is dark and quiet. Usually, I would expect at least some people in here but it was completely empty. I move over to the count finding leftovers from the dinner tonight still out and begin to fix myself a plate. The food is, as usual, delicious and I can tell they put extra work into the meal because of the Lords arriving.

Those males probably do not even appreciate all the work that went into this meal. My time helping in the kitchen has shown me just how little wolves care and notice. Tristan has always been kind, but he is rarely able to come in here with how much he does every day. Maybe it is just because I am around, but nothing mean is ever said about him—he always seems to be a favorite.

Dinner is mundane without anyone around—this must be the first time I have had it alone since arriving here. Two months ago. It has been two months. It doesn't feel like it has been that long. I wonder what my sisters are dealing with. Is it selfish of me to stay here in this lavish life while they suffer and starve?

The moonlight shines in from the window. I can just barely see the stars over the tree line. Lamps light up the garden outside. I slowly stand up and walk over to the window, contemplating going out there. The fresh air would be nice, even though I already get tons. But going for a walk in the cool night air sounds too good to pass up.

It is colder than I expected, but I still welcome it as my body feels so hot. It's quiet. In the distance, I can hear the rustling of leaves, the only sound the guards make on patrol. I love this feeling. I love the darkness and quiet and cold. As much as I love having the nice things I get now, a primal part of me loves being out in nature. Maybe some part of my wolf never left.

I turn a corner and come face to face with a male. "Hello there," he eyes me up and down and sniffs at the air. "What brings you all the way out here?" I look around and see that I am far from any door back inside.

"I should be leaving," I move away from the male and try to leave, but he grabs my wrist.

"Not so fast," I try to yank my arm out but he just tightens his grip, "I heard the Heir had a breeder," he sniffs the air again, "I wasn't sure if it was true though, I thought he would have shown you off at the dinner."

"Please," I bed. I keep trying to get away but it is no use, he only pulls me closer, laughing.

"I'm surprised he hasn't put a pup in you yet," something shifts in the male's eyes. Lust—it's taking over. "Maybe it's my lucky day, I have been missing a good fuck and my mate hasn't brought me any pups."

No, no, no, no. I'm not sure if I am saying it in my head or out loud but it doesn't matter. Nothing stops the male from pushing me against the palace wall and turning me so that I am facing it.

I scream. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe Tristan will hear me and save me. Maybe one of the guards will see and stop the male. None of that is happening though. He wraps a hand over my mouth to quiet the scream. I can feel his hands all over my body, he is taking his time, savoring his prey.

I am going to be pregnant with his pups. The thought makes me shiver. He will claim me. I will have no say in my own life. Exhausted, I give up my fight. What can I do?

It happens quickly. A growl and before I can even look at the sound, a wolf has jumped at the male, tearing him away from me. I am too shocked to do anything but turn around and slide down the wall. It's not Tristan's wolf, he didn't come to save me, someone else did.

The male shifts as well and a fight breaks out. The wolf who saved me is clearly losing but the noise finally got the attention of the guards in the castle. They storm out, a few shifting to break up the fight. The male is on top of the wolf, having gotten a few good bites in, and ready to go for the kill when a guard reaches him and tackles him to the ground.

I hug my knees to my chest as I watch the wolf shift back and see my savior—Rose. She looks beat up and is already bruised. A guard drapes a blanket over her naked body and she is off, running toward me.

"Fate, Goddess above." She doesn't say much but pulls me in to hold me and I realize I am shaking.

It takes a few minutes for Tristan to come outside, "What in the Goddess's name is..." he stops when he sees me. The male has shifted back and been detained but Tristan pays little mind to him, instead heading directly for me. But when he gets to me and reaches out, I shrink away.

He didn't come.

How stupid was I to believe—to trust a male? I screamed, I fought as long as I could. He has guards. Why didn't he come? The idea of any male touching me right now scares me. I don't even really want Rose holding me but at least I can stomach her.

Words are being exchanged but I hear none of it. Soon enough Rose it standing me up and walking me inside to Tristan's room. It smells of him; I'm not sure if I hate it or find comfort in it. At some point I am in the bathtub, then lying on the bed.

Tristan sits down and I scream involuntarily and cower away. He says something but I still can't hear a word. This process repeats a few times until he gives up and goes to sit on the couch. Not sleeping, but watching. Guarding.

It's too late. He didn't come.

The days pass this way. I barely speak, barely eat, barely sleep. I won't let anyone near me. I have never been so grateful for clothes in my life; I want as many on as possible, no matter how hot they make me. I do nothing but every time I close my eyes that male is back. Everything just feels numb, but I can't shake the feeling that something worse is coming. 

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Hi,

this feels too somber to have a full outro so I will just chill for a bit. Next chapter is very different and moves very fast cause this chapter and the next are actual plot I planned.

See ya soon, and sorry,

Abbey J