BREED DEATH

The rules are very simple . Unfortunately for me I broke one . Virtue above all things .
I hadn't meant to cum . I really hadn't . I'd always stop just before. This time I couldn't stop . The sound of my newly mated neighbors going at it pushed me over the edge .

If only that was her only crime.

She almost had a stroke coming in to find sweet old me with my hand in my undies the other under my shirt as my back arched off the bottom bunk and a silent moan on my lips .
There I was seated before the alpha and elders . My hair cut unevenly short -breeders have no hair .
They were deciding my punishment . It was almost obvious I'd be made into a breeder .
My poor mate would never have me . I probably had this coming .
my head was pounding . my vision blurred .

Being a breader isn't the worst that could happen . But it would mean I had no right to keep a pup or a mate . I'd rotate between the widowed wolf's in the pack birthing them pups ... warming their bed satting their needs .
My head would always be bald my back bare . no mark would grace my neck and my heat would be induced .

Then the alarm rang loud . All in attendance stood including the alpha startled and the trucks could be heard outside. We had guests.
The elder scowled at my hopeful eyes grabbing my chin pinching my cheek
"I'll ensure you get punished"
she pulled me up pushing me to knees then joining the commotion outside the pack meeting hall .
I was to the stay there. I tiptoed to the door peeping

It was the monarch pack. The reaping , Tribute to the monarch that almost went extinct fighting for us wolves with skin.

before I could hear anything the elder saw me and I ran back to my kneeling position head down.

No ... no ... please no ...I'd rather be a breeder... I cried sobbing for I knew my crimes could and most probably would get me death