The Heir's Breeder

20

Pregnant.

A pup.

My hands float up to my stomach. This is what I was made for—what I was bought to do; provide pups to the highest bidder. My whole life has been leading to this moment. That's... what everyone wanted. I've...succeeded.

Now there is someone who relies on me. Will Tristan be happy with me? Will he treat me differently? Will he even let me stay around to watch it grow?

"Fate?" His voice is low and cautious and I finally move my eyes up from the ground and see him slowly approaching me. I bite back the instinct to move away. It's his pup, he must want to be near it. He tentatively reaches his hands out when he gets close enough and places them on my arms, rubbing up and down. "It's ok." My body tenses underneath his touch but he doesn't seem to notice. "We'll figure this out."

Expect, I don't want to. All I want is to be back with my sisters, in a place that I know, and feel safe. All I feel now is nauseous. "I think," I say meekly, backing away, "I need to lie down."

All of the sudden, Tristan springs into action, backing away as if realizing he is too close and nodding, muttering things to Rose. She nods and moves to get me out of the room and we walk back to Tristan's room.

I try to sleep but my mind won't stop going in circles about the pup—I swear I can already feel it inside me. I can't help wondering if I want this. In another world—in another life—absolutely, I have always wanted pups but, some part of me wants to rebel. It doesn't like being told that I have to do something. I want a choice, and it feels like that has been taken away from me for so long.

Wrapping my body around a pillow, I lay there for hours, unmoving, until the sun went down.

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Warm hands are rubbing my back when I wake, "Fate," a familiar male voice says, "You need to eat Little One." I smile, leaning into the warmth until... It's male.

My eyes shoot open and my body tenses. The hand jerks off me and I sit up, looking for the intruder, only to sigh when I realize it is just Tristan. He has a plate of steaming food in his hand and my stomach grumbles at the sight.

Tristan hands the plate to me but I just stare at it, feeling too awkward to eat. Gods, what time is it? I look to the balcony to see darkness, which doesn't help. My body still feels exhausted even though I must have been asleep for a few hours. A noise comes from my stomach which draws Tristan's eyes to me, and my untouched plate. It is only now that I notice he has been talking.

"Please, eat," he says, pleading in his eyes. I want to tell him I am not hungry. Though the food usually looks good to me, the idea of eating right now makes me feel a little sick. But I don't want to make him upset so I force a bite into my mouth.

"Is there...is there anything I can help you with?" he asks, and the whole room suddenly feels more uncomfortable. I shake my head "no" then look back down at my plate, forcing another bite. "I know this isn't ideal, but we both knew this was going to happen—at least subconsciously. I want to be here to support you, Fate. Trust me when I say, you will want for nothing. I will make this as easy as possible and give you whatever life you want."

I force another bite down, not wanting to hear any more of what he has to say. I just want to go back before my first heat; back to a world I knew and understood. Everything just feels like it is moving too fast for me.

"Fate? Fate?" Tristan's voice comes back into my mind, "Can you hear me?" I whip my head up to look at him, wide-eyed, and he immediately knows I am not listening. Tristan sighs and moves to the bed, too close to me for my liking. "I know this is abrupt but we need to work together on this."

I nod, looking down in shame. He is mad at me already, this is going to be a long pregnancy. "We will get through this together." Tristan reaches out to me and I shiver away, still not wanting any touch. He sighs again, looking down for a moment before looking back up at me. "Tomorrow we are going somewhere. I'll have Rose get you ready." Then he reaches out and places his hand on my cheek. I put everything I have into not moving away to give him a moment of what he wants. "For now, Little One," he pulls my half-eaten plate away and places it on the nightstand by me, "for now, just get some sleep."

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Howdy,

Wow, what a hiatus. Things have gotten really crazy for me and I was struggling with some massive writer's block. This chapter was painful to write for me but I pushed through, that is why it is so short. The next two chapters should be better because I know what I am doing with them now.

Anyway, hopefully, I will start uploading regularly again. I am thinking that Sundays will be my upload day. Sorry for the long wait.

See ya soon,

Abbey J