The Runaway Breeder novel Chapter 8

“I don’t get to be a mother my pups deserve. I don’t get to see their first steps or first words. Their first day of school will be with their adoptive family that rip them from my arms to raise them. I get nothing and all you can do is help me get this place ready for me to be raped in and tell me to get used to my job.” I can feel anger radiating off my friend but I allow the power in my blood to radiate off of me in waves to cover her, watching her cower before me. I know Abby envies my bloodline having Alpha and Beta blood. She knew full well her heritage was that of a pup from a Breeder with an unknown father and hated her blood line even if the wolves who raised her treated her like a princess. I guess she likes knowing my so called "perfect life" she always made comments about came to an end now that I am a Breeder and would be at her beck and call with her position being the Beta Female. I never noticed how much of a snake Abby is until today and I start questioning her real motives of being my friend; questioning everything she has ever said or done while being a part of my life.

“Geez Laina, tell me how you really feel?” Is her sarcastic remark her eyes glaring at me with hatred simmering in waves towards my direction causing a low warning growl to exit my lips. She may be a Beta Female and I a Breeder but she knows at any given moment I could have her head with my strength and blood line being superior to her.

“Stay out of my life from now on.” Is my reply as I slam open the car door, get out, and slam it shut, hearing the metal grind together and knowing that the door will never open again. I guess this bitch will need a new car. I make my way into the house as the squeal of tires fill the yard knowing that Abby is running away both from fear and humiliation. She could never handle having someone yell at her the way I just did and was probably on her way to complain to her mate.

“Miss Laina?” It is one of the guards who call out to me while I try to calm the anger and indignation swelling inside me. I just smile meekly at his worry filled gaze hoping that he doesn't see through my thoughts.

“Don’t worry about it.” I whisper and he nods unconvinced before handing me a handkerchief.

“My mother was a breeder. I knew that the people who raised me weren’t my real parents, it just didn’t feel right. One day while we were school shopping a woman came up to me and said my name. Everything about her seemed so familiar and the next thing I knew I was hugging her and begging her not to leave me. My adoptive parents finally told me who she was that night and after that I met my siblings. My mother and I still talk to this day, not the people that raised me – even though I still talk to them – but the woman who was force to give me up. I know what your children will go through. Just remember that if I can find a way to get you out before it’s too late, I will.” My eyes widen at his confession and I hug the man. Part of me instantly feels safe with this guard and I can’t help but show weakness in front of him, something I hate showing but have been doing . His past is similar to Abby but where she is showing her true colours as a royal spoiled bitch now even when her adoptive parents did their best to give her everything she wanted, this guard shows sincerity and friendship. The wolves who raised him did good in raising this wolf before me into a well mannered man.