A Virgin Breeder For The Alpha

A Virgin Breeder For The Alpha

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Introduction

“If the butler stares at you too long, I’ll pluck his eyes out.”
“If the chauffeur smiles at you sweetly, he’ll soon have no face.”
“If any man lays a hand on you, I swear, I’ll cut them into tiny pieces.”

Caligo has made these threats more times than I can count—threats I always brushed off as dramatic and a little unhinged.
Until the day a designer complimented my post-partum body while measuring me…
And Caligo knocked out every single one of his teeth.

That was the day I stopped pretending. Caligo wasn’t just crazy, he was fucking deadly and I was his broken little weapon.


Rosemary Mercer found herself in a trafficking organization, disguised as a convent after a misfortunate incident. She has since then learned to accept her fate until he came without permission…

Caligo Knox Sterling, bastard-born son of a powerful werewolf dynasty who clawed his way to the top to become Alpha despite the jeers, the cruelty, and all the shame.
He was never enough for his pack. Never good enough next to his perfect little half-brother.

So when Caligo discovered the whereabouts of his brother’s fated mate, he did the unthinkable:
He bought her and declared her his; a breeder, a weapon… his payback.

Now, stuck between two dangerous brothers:
One who neglected her.
One who owns her.

Rose must survive a house full of terrible secrets, a family twisted by power, and a love triangle that was never meant to exist.

But when her heart begins to betray her, when the mate bond starts to get to her, Rose has to ask herself:

Is she falling for the wrong brother… or the worst one?

Chapter 1

They called it The Convent of Saint Rosalia, but there were no saints here. Not a single goddamn one.

From the outside, the place looked like your usual holy refuge but it’s far from that. The locals would always talk about how this place was a symbol of holiness, devotion, and the purity of the girls inside.

Purity? That was a fucking joke because, take it from me, we were goods. This was supposed to be a convent, but that's just a front. It was a human traficking operation dressed up in holy robes.

"Stand straight! You're slouching again, Rose," hissed Sister Madeliene as she jabbed me in the ribs with her bony elbow. 

"My apologies, Sister," I muttered, straightening up just enough to make her think I cared.

I didn't.

"'Stand straight, Rose!'" I mouthed dramatically in a mouse-like tone as soon as she turned her back. 

I had ensured I added her signature crooked frown and flared nostrils. The girls around me tried not to laugh, but their shoulders were shaking under their thin white dresses like leaves in a breeze.

I didn't blame them. Laughter was the only currency we had left that didn't come with chains or contracts. And even that was taxed heavily by the so-called sisters.

I'd long stopped pretending I was like the other girls. I wasn't docile, obedient, and broken like they were. Some of them had been here since they were six. Others came in barely a year ago, frightened, trembling, and begging to go home. Most of them adjusted. I didn't. I never would.

The white dresses they made us wear were too thin to be decent and too tight to be innocent. They claimed it symbolized purity, but I knew better. These were wrapping papers as we were gifts, after all. Virgins, tied with silk bows and waiting for rich, faceless buyers to rip us open.

Today was Selection Day.

We stood in a long hall lined with fake roses. All twenty-six of us were lined up like mannequins. 

Say, flawless, silent, and scared girls. We didn't know who was coming, only that he was powerful, wealthy, and wanted a "breeder."

He didn't want a virgin wife or a lover. He wanted a virgin breeder… whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

I rolled my eyes.

"Pray," commanded Sister Madeliene, and the girls bowed their heads.

 I stayed up just a second longer, scanning the mirrored wall ahead. Of course, we couldn't see through it, but someone was watching us from behind that glass like we were bloody meat market chic.

I bent my head and whispered, "Dear Saint Rosalia, patroness of virgins and unwilling wombs, deliver me from rich creeps and psychotic nuns. Amen."

"Rose," Madeliene snapped again. "What are you mumbling?"

"Just praying for deliverance, Sister."

I could still remember what brought me here. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my coward of a Mother.

Let me tell you something about mothers: sometimes, the monsters don't hide under your bed. Sometimes, they push you into it and call it a sacrifice. I'd been sixteen when my mother remarried. Her new husband had wandering hands. I warned my Mom, told her he was sus, but she said I was being dramatic.

So, one night, I waited until he came stumbling in drunk as always, cornered me in the kitchen in his reeking boxer shorts, and I hit him over the head with a frying pan the moment he tried to pull up my own.

For the record, I only hit him twice. But he had to get multiple stitches and bandages that same night. 

 However, before then, I tied him to a chair using my old jump ropes and drew 'bastard' across his chest with my eyeliner as blood painted zig-zag stripes everywhere on his body. 

The next morning, the police, or so they were disguised, came. He lied as expected, and I got taken away. Mom didn't even look me in the eye. She just signed the papers and said something about this place being "a holy sanctuary" where I'd be "safe."

Yeah. Safe and here I am, queuing to be bought.

"Number Six," called a voice from behind the glass, dumping me back into reality.

My heart stopped at the announcement. 

The intercom buzzed again. "Number Six. Step forward."

Madeliene's eyes shot daggers at me. 

I knew my number. I was the sixth girl from the left. My stomach knotted as I stepped forward with my bare feet cold against the floor. The mirrored wall in front of me blinked like someone was adjusting the light behind it. I couldn't see him. But he could see me… whoever he was. I balled my hands into fists. 

Do not fret, Rose. You already made it through one monster. This is just another — I encouraged myself.

"State your name," came the voice.

"Rose."

"Full name."

"Rose Verona Mercer."

Then, a pause ensued. I wished things would remain like this forever; paused and in static, so that I'd never get to the point of selection. 

"She's the one from the Noxford file," someone whispered behind the glass.

It was a baritone male voice. I loved those. 

"She's too sharp," said another.

"You need to be sharp to survive childbirth," a third one muttered.

I grinned, baring my teeth mischievously. "Should I start the interview, or are we going straight to insemination?"

Madeliene hissed, "ROSE!"

The panel of glass blinked again. Then, one could hear a click. The mirrored wall slid open just enough to reveal a glimpse of shadow and gold eyes that stared completely and manically at me, sending chills up my spine.

Someone stood there. He was tall, and I could almost feel the change in the ambiance at the taste of his demeanor behind the light.

I couldn't see him, but I could feel him. Did that even make any sense? How does one feel a fellow human? 

There was something about his aura that made the hairs on my neck stand on end. But I stood still. I was stubborn like that. 

He stepped a little nearer, and I saw the curve of a smirk on his face in the half-light. Those glistening golden eyes of his dimmed as though they were imprinting every data about my face somewhere inside. I wasn't one to fret, but the intensity of the eye contact made my knees wobble, almost making me stumble.

"Interesting," he commented softly.

However, I could tell that the meaning of that one single word was an ocean distance from tenderness.

Then the wall shut again.


That night, the dormitory was buzzing as speculations flew around. Of course, one would expect gossip between us girls after the selection process. 

"You saw him?" whispered Blythe, the girl in the bed beside mine. 

She was eighteen, with big eyes and no backbone. "What did he look like?"

"I didn't see him. I just, I don't know… felt him."

Blythe shivered. "They say he's not human."

"Good," I facepalmed. "Humans suck."

"Rose…"

"He didn't pick me anyway."

"Are you sure?"

I turned over in bed, staring at the moon through the barred window rather than replying to her. 

No, I wasn't sure.But I'd learned how to lie to myself when it mattered. 

Please, please, big, scary, psychotic man… do not pick me. But my prayers, they never got answered in the past and something told me that God sure as hell wouldn't start from now.

All I could think of was… he picked me.

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