The Alpha's Breeder

By Tay T.

After being kidnapped by a group of vengeful werewolves, Emira finds herself in one hell of a situation.

First, she is believed to be a powerful Breeder capable of birthing an army of werewolf warriors in a world where supernatural beings are going extinct.

Second, her true soulmate is a powerful Alpha who is hell-bent on keeping her.

And third, to make matters worse, she only has six moon cycles to be "marked, mated, and pupped."

What does that even mean?

***This steamy romance novel contains scenes of adult intimacy and dark situations that can be triggering. But don't worry, there are no damsels in distress here.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tay T.
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463235973

Tay T.

Tay T. enjoys writing dark, steamy romance in her free time while connecting with her readers. Her dream is to write and share as many books as she can with everyone willing to read and envision the worlds she builds. After publishing her first book, The Alpha's Breeder, she hopes to publish many more from The Cardinal Alpha series and The Breeder series. This year, she plans to head off into the darker world of Omegaverse and draft her own story.Follow Tay on here or sign up for Tay's newsletter for exclusive news, teasers, sales, and giveaways: http://eepurl.com/gWglqfTwitter: @authortaytFacebook: www.facebook.com/authortaytWebsite: www.authortayt.com

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CHAPTER 1

DID YOU HEAR THAT, Emira? Asuka Shinamoto, my lab partner, asked, setting a smoking beaker back on the lab table before us.

I shook my head and looked through the thick wall of glass on our left, but saw nothing in the empty hall, not a single soul. As I parted my lips to reply, a strange crashing noise followed by the sound of heavy thumps emerged through the thick sound-proof walls of our lab.

My brows furrowed. What was that? An... earthquake?

I don’t think so, she replied ominously, her deep brown eyes staring avidly at the locked door. Waiting.

My eyes darted back and forth from the door to Asuka, and, for some reason, I felt unease collect inside me. My hands started to sweat and my mouth became dry as I pulled a glass slide out of the microscope and replaced it with another one.

Suddenly, the shrill sound of alarms blared loud and clear. Then, ear-shattering explosions sounded off as I ducked with my hands over my head, startled and scared beyond words.

The beakers and glass shattered all around us, and the building shook as if an earthquake had hit. It felt like the whole world was crashing in on me, crumbling to a billion pieces of shard-like particles.

Upon the sound of another explosion, a screech of pure terror poured out from my trembling lips. I immediately dropped to the floor and tried to calm my frantic nerves and rapidly beating heart. But the thought of imminent death made me panic even more.

My hands shook.

Cold sweat chilled my skin.

And my stomach cramped in uncontrollable spurts, trying to force the bitter coffee and stale bagel I ate earlier up my throat.

With one hand, I pushed my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. At this point, not even the thick layer of makeup I caked on my face could hide how pale I was becoming.

I think the lab is being infiltrated, Asuka whispered. Those alarms only ring if there is a break-in.

After hearing her words, Amy and Daryl, my other lab partners, reached for their phones in an attempt to call for help. But I knew it was too late.

We were screwed.

Completely and utterly screwed.

At the realization, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I couldn’t help but blame myself for handing my two weeks’ notice in so late.

The only reason why I’d decided to work at this government-run research facility was because of my abnormalities.

I was turning thirty-seven this year, yet I didn’t look a day older than eighteen. It was like I had stopped aging the moment I left high school.

No one else in my birth family had these non-aging genes. Not my mother. Not my grandmother. Not even my non-existent father.

I was the only enigma, the only thirty-six-year-old who looked like a teenager.

As for my unnaturally fast-healing, I’d only come upon that by accident.

When I was younger, I’d cut my stomach open climbing a barbed fence. At the time, my family didn’t have insurance and couldn’t afford a visit to the hospital. So my birth mother cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol, taped some gauze on it, and called it good. When we checked a couple of days later, the wound was gone. There wasn’t even a scar left behind. It was as if I had never received an injury of that extent.

After that day, my birth mother made me promise not to tell anyone about my abnormal abilities, and we never talked about it again. It automatically became a dirty secret swept under the family rug and left there. For good.

But as I grew older, I became curious and wanted to know why I was the only one left unmarred by time. So I went back to school for laboratory science after years of finishing university and working as a secretary in a lawyer’s office.

Working for the government never crossed my mind until my adoptive sister, Anira Hopkins, was accepted into their research and development department for Hunters, a group of genetically altered humans created to search and destroy all the supernatural creatures out there.

At first, I laughed at her and called it bogus because I was skeptical. I didn’t believe in unicorns or leprechauns or trolls underneath a bridge. If I couldn’t see it with my own eyes, it wasn’t real. But after I really thought about it, I realized I was being a hypocrite. If someone like me existed, then so could the characters from the children’s books.

When Anira called and said there was an opening in one of the facilities, I’d jumped the gun and convinced her to help me land the job. She’d recommended me to her boss, and I was immediately hired. No questions asked.

I went through training for two weeks and then experimented with the blood of different otherworldly creatures thereafter, including but not limited to vampires, witches, elementals, shifters, and werewolves.

Unfortunately, none of their DNAs matched mine. It was as if I was a breed of my own. Which, at that point, seemed to be the case.

And even though I hadn’t worked at this facility for too long, just the realization of how similar I was to the caged supernaturals made me feel guilty. I couldn’t continue to feign dumb and innocent when they were all suffering around me. So I decided to quit because I knew I didn’t have the ability to save any of them, not when I couldn’t even save myself.

If the government were to find out about my secret, I would be caged like an animal and experimented on just so they could figure out how to stop aging. So, in order to keep myself from becoming their prey, I slapped thick layers of makeup on my face every morning before work to make myself appear more older than I actually looked. I even wore thick-rimmed glasses, tied my hair into a low bun, and stuck to clothes three sizes too big.

It was just too bad I couldn’t dodge the bullet this time.

We have to get out of here! Amy exclaimed, pulling me from my thoughts just before I could delve any deeper.

I looked around the room for weapons before dejectedly realizing we had nothing here other than needles and glass beakers, nothing that could protect us from powerful werewolves or bloodthirsty vampires. But if I had been in the dissection room where Amy usually worked, I would have been surrounded by sharp scalpels and long surgery scissors. That would have been a lot better option than being empty-handed like I was now.

After a second of floundering helplessly, I decided to forgo the weapon and grabbed my bag instead, hoping it wouldn’t be too late to run. But not even two seconds after that thought, our fortified and bulletproof walls came shattering down in a massive array of glass. 

I swear, my heart stopped beating for a split second, and it took almost a full second before my instincts kicked in.

With one hand, I pulled out a chair and ducked underneath the table, narrowly missing the pointed edge by a hair.

Asuka did the same before Amy and Daryl followed suit.

In mere seconds, the four of us had our backs against the wall, waiting for the inevitable. Which wasn’t very long. Unfortunately.

Because just as I pushed my glasses up the tip of my cold nose with a trembling, sweat-filled hand, I caught sight of the intruders rapidly entering the lab. 

They were big, tall, and muscled men with sharp canines peeking menacingly from their lips. I could see their razor-like teeth glisten terrifyingly in the light and their cold, sharp eyes gleam with bloodlust.

Werewolves. 

I gulped down a mouthful of saliva and scooted farther back until my head touched the wall, listening to the sound of broken glass screeching and crunching under their booted feet with a rather stupefied expression on my face. It took almost all I had to keep myself from crying like a newborn baby and losing it completely. I didn’t even dare to breathe too hard in case I caught their attention. Because if I did, it would be the end of me.

One of the werewolves picked up a nearby desk and tossed it away with a flick of his sturdy wrist, causing a thunderous crashing sound to subsequently follow.

Without the desk, Daryl’s quivering form was revealed. He cowered back and attempted to crawl away, but I knew it was useless. His actions only reaped vicious growls of anger from the dangerous werewolves.

The guttural sound bounced from wall to wall and echoed loudly in my ears as a werewolf with curly blonde hair and golden eyes stalked over. His corded muscles bunched underneath his thick flesh and tightened when he picked Daryl up off the ground until they were face to face. 

Daryl looked like he was about to puke. His face became so pale it matched his white lab coat. 

Where the hell is Lucas? the blonde-haired werewolf growled into Daryl’s face. His long claws completely pierced through the fabric of Daryl’s white jacket, almost as easily as it could pierce its way through Daryl’s skull.

I-I-I d-don’t know, Daryl replied shakily, his words barely audible to me. 

Don’t play dumb with me. Where are you keeping Lucas? spat the blonde-haired werewolf.

When the lab coat started to rip, Daryl slipped from the werewolf’s grasp, until a clawed hand wrapped around Daryl’s neck in a tight grip. 

P-please! I-I don’t kn-know, Daryl wheezed out. His feet dangled mere inches from the floor and his face became abnormally red. He choked from the werewolf’s hold and tears leaked out from his barely open eyes.

Daryl’s chest heaved up and down in rapid succession as he started to sob uncontrollably.

At the sad sight, I pinched my lips into a thin line and held my breath, hoping they didn’t kill Daryl. The poor guy didn’t deserve it. Because, from what I remembered, Lucas Hensley was not Daryl’s specimen, he was Amy’s. She had previously stated that he was her hardest specimen to control, that when she took samples from him, it was extremely taxing.

If she didn’t speak up now, Daryl would die.

At that terrifying notion, I tossed Amy a piercing glare, which she blatantly ignored. 

"I don’t think he’s lying, Beta." One of the taller werewolves with dark brown hair stepped up. At the werewolf’s statement, the Beta decided to toss Daryl away like a piece of used paper.

Daryl landed on the floor in a heap. His head slammed on the marble while his body scrunched up towards his chest from the impact, expelling a muffled crack that sounded similar to several bones snapping.

I could see his eyes roll closed upon descent. And immediately, he stilled on the floor as his blood stained the white marble an atrocious shade of red. 

My breath stopped in my chest.

I was stunned, unable to process what had happened before my very eyes and what was going to happen next. 

By now, Asuka was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to hold back her tears and emotions. As for Amy and I, we were both frozen, unsure of what to do or say in this kind of situation.

What could we do?

Scream for help? Fight them off with worthless beakers and pointy needles that might not even break skin?

Belatedly, I realized this wasn’t a dream.

It wasn’t even a terrifyingly real nightmare.

It was reality.

My reality.

And we all just might die here today.

Set the building on fire, the Beta ordered. He promptly turned away from us and walked towards the shattered door. From his order, I knew they probably couldn’t scent Lucas here in the facility, so they wanted to burn down the place and kill everyone trapped inside.

How terrible.

What do we do with them, Beta? the brown-haired werewolf asked.

Take them with us. Their government will want them back. By then, we can trade them for Lucas, he replied.

I cowered back, knowing if I tried to run, they might just kill me the same way they killed Daryl. I didn’t dare to think they would have any mercy on us. After all, we experimented on their kind. What form of mercy would we get?

Come with us willingly, or we can drag you out by your hair. Choose wisely, the Beta threatened coldly. His golden eyes narrowed like he was daring us to do otherwise but knew that none of us had the gall to. 

In fear they might become impatient, I took the lead and shakily scrambled out from under the desk to stand before them. At this point, I chose to obey their words in order to live just a little longer than everyone else. I was hoping that by doing so I would be able to escape later on.

As we were led outside, the strong smell of smoke assaulted my nose and the screams of terror echoed loudly in my ears.

I could see scientists I knew from the facility running for their lives, but not many made it. Because the members of this werewolf pack were quick to get rid of the few that were still alive.

As the Beta overlooked everything, the brown-haired werewolf loaded us into a van before another werewolf tied our hands behind our backs and placed blindfolds over our eyes.

By now, my mind was a jumbled mess, no longer able to hold any sort of thought. I felt seemingly numb at the turn of events, and I didn’t even realize I was crying halfway through the ride.

Almost all of us were crying, except for Amy, who was extremely quiet. 

BY THE TIME WE REACHED the destination, it felt like a full day had passed and hours had swept by. The werewolves dragged us out of the van by the back of our lab jackets, led us up a porch, and into a house of some sort.

I heard hushed whispers of multiple people all around us and the sound of low, sinister growls. It felt like we were surrounded by a flock of hungry and lethal predators, who were ready to sink their sharp teeth into our necks and rip our throats out. This sickening feeling caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end and an uncomfortable churning to blossom in my stomach.

The noise eventually died down, and we were led down a flight of long stairs. Afterward, the werewolf dragging me deposited my flaccid body on the cold cement floor before the door was slammed shut and silence quickly ensued.

I surmised we were in a cellar of some sort because the stench of mold and rot was prominent in the air. As for what was rotting in the room, I didn’t want to know. 

"Why?" Asuka whispered as quietly as she could. Her anger and despair were barely concealed beneath her trembling breath. 

I tried to shush them in case the werewolves heard, but Amy continued anyway.

Why what? Amy replied. Her voice was laced thickly with annoyance, like a defensive porcupine protecting itself from a leopard.

"Why the hell didn’t you tell them that you were the one who experimented on Lucas? That you knew where he was?" Asuka hissed, suppressing a sob with her anger.

That wouldn’t have changed anything! Amy retorted, sounding like she was speaking through clenched teeth. 

"Yes, it would have! Daryl’s dead because of you! Asuka cried sharply, her sobs choppy and stunted by her forceful intake of breath. Why didn’t you tell them where Lucas Hensley was?" 

Asuka was usually the smarter and level-headed one out of everyone in our group. She probably had something for Daryl, because she wouldn’t have been so upset otherwise.

It was rather sad to see how broken she was from Daryl’s unfortunate death. 

You guys, now is not the time, I interjected, in hopes that they would shut up.

How can I tell them when that damned werewolf died two days ago. They’d kill me—they’d kill us all! Amy whispered angrily, ignoring my suggestion. Her voice was trembling, as if she were crying underneath that strong and confident facade she kept up. 

Asuka and I froze in disbelief. 

H-how? Asuka stuttered, sniffling here and there as she tried to calm herself. 

Amy hoarsely choked out, Sanders and I made a mistake when we tried to extract his—

Suddenly, a deep and terrifying growl cut her off. 

My eyes flashed to where I thought the door was, unable to see anything other than black. But, even without my vision, I knew we were in big trouble. 

What did you just say? a deep voice bellowed. 

My fingers curled into a tight fist, and I could feel the painful sting of reality as hopelessness sunk in. I had never felt more terrified in my life. 

I want these sick bitches dead! he snarled, his voice filled with extreme resentment and disgust. 

I immediately shriveled into myself.

That’s enough, Kent. The Alpha will make the final decision, the Beta announced. 

Since Lucas Hensley was already dead, I knew we were no longer useful to them. If their Alpha gave them his approval, we would be dead faster than the bat of an eye.

These bitches killed my brother! Kent bellowed.

Enough! the Beta exclaimed. 

At his order, the entire room went quiet.

The werewolves didn’t say anything more as they shuffled up the stairs again. Then, we were wrapped in silence for the next few hours.

No one dared to speak since our last conversation basically led to our upcoming death. 

But other than the knowledge of us all dying soon, one question couldn’t help but pop into my mind: could I die?

Was it even possible? 

I’d never tested to see if a person, who was unable to age, like me would be able to die. But I doubted I was a cat with nine lives. Who knew what might happen if I decided to test the theory just to realize that I was standing right next to Lucifer in the pits of hell? 

That would be terrible, I thought.

Suddenly, the floorboards creaked before the door slammed open with an extremely sickening boom of the wood against the back wall. The noise jolted me from my self-anger and depression. 

Get up. Now! the Beta ordered. 

I clumsily tried to stand but found that I couldn’t. My legs were numb from sitting for so long on the cold cement and scared stiff from fear. It felt like my feet were being attacked by pins and needles, and the pain was terribly hard to deal with. 

Before I could attempt to stand again, a set of big hands grabbed me by my lab jacket and yanked me to my feet.

With their help, I clumsily followed the person who dragged me in hopes of eliminating any unnecessary pain.

As I attempted to move faster, my left leg missed a step and I stumbled forward. But before my face could hit the wood, the werewolf behind me yanked me back up and literally strangled me with my shirt in the process. I bit back a choked gasp and continued to blindly climb the stairs.

Where are you taking us? Asuka shouted tearfully. I could hear scuffling as if she were fighting with them, but there wasn’t anything I could do to help her. 

My teeth bit down hard on my bottom lip.

Don’t do it, Asuka.

Shut up, bitch, Kent threatened.

The harsh sound of a slap across human flesh rang in my ears and made goosebumps scatter all over my body.

After that, Asuka went quiet.

When we reached the top of the stairs, the werewolves continued to drag us along for a good three minutes before stopping. From there, I was shoved to the ground. My left shoulder and my left cheek slammed painfully on the floor as I fell forward without the use of my arms to catch myself. 

It hurt terribly, and a curse word sat on the tip of my tongue, so close to leaving my mouth, but I closed my lips and clenched my hands into fists to keep from making any noise.

When I fought past the burning pain to raise my head and get back up, a heavy foot slammed on the back of my neck and pushed me back down again. My jaw ground against the wood flooring, and I had to grit my teeth hard from the bout of pain inflicting half of my face. 

This time, I couldn’t hold back the choked grunt coming up my throat or the thick and heated fury building in my chest.

It’s not worth it, I told myself with shaky intakes of breath, swallowing down the tears threatening to spill.

Though I didn’t like the feeling of bowing in such a degrading manner in front of their Alpha, I had no choice. I couldn’t fight back because I knew I couldn’t win, regardless of how much I wanted to. And if I did anything stupid, I would be the one hurting in the end.

The logical side of me knew I would die on the spot if I were to struggle or fight. And in retrospect of the damning situation, tears of frustration wet my cheeks and the blindfold. 

I’d never felt more useless in my life.

Kill them, a deep and masculine voice said. Kill them the same way they killed Lucas. 

From his authoritative demeanor and cold finality, I could only assume this was their Alpha. Only he would be able to decide our fate.

Gladly, Alpha Jared, said Kent, a dark chuckle bubbling from his throat. 

I cowered closer to the ground and wished there was someone to save us from this cruel nightmare, but I knew there would be no savior. There was never going to be a savior. 

At the news, my legs were no longer capable of holding me up, and I lost track of my surroundings, following the werewolves like a puppet impaled on a string.

Amy and Asuka were both sobbing brokenly, despairingly. Their hiccups and silent wails made me tear up again from the hopelessness of the situation, but I squeezed my eyes shut and willed down the tears with the last of my sanity. I felt like breaking down and crying my heart out, but I knew it was not going to help the situation. Instead, I tried to keep myself as logical and clear-minded as possible, because that was the only way to survive. And I had to survive. I had to.

I can’t die here. Not here. Not now.

Swallowing down a sob, I clenched my fists as the blindfold was roughly yanked off my head and discarded to the left of me, useless.

Without opening my eyes, I knew I was outside because the light breeze tossed my bangs around and caused it to stick to the sweat and tears on my face and tickle my skin. But I ignored the itch and opened my eyes, squinting in order to see the wide green forest and strong afternoon sun.

We were outside. 

And if I weren’t heading to my execution, I would have complimented the beautiful scenery before me. Too bad that wasn’t the case.

A sullen expression formed on my face as I became blinded by utter grief and depression. Although I’d accepted the situation, I was still not willing to let go or give up. Perhaps, this was what people usually thought when they were about to die. But I wasn’t too sure, because this was a first for me.

As I turned my head to look behind me, the scary slice of claws ran down my hands and completely cut the rope from my numb wrists.

Ple-please just let us go! Asuka pleaded, her voice dry and scratchy. Her inky black hair whipped around her head, sticking to her bright red face, and her tears made her swollen cheeks shiny and blotchy in an ethereal way. 

I found myself just watching her entirely piteous wailing, as if in a trance. 

At this point, I was in emotional shock.

Don’t you plead so prettily? Did my brother do the same when you experimented on him? When you killed him? Kent snarled out, vicious and so very feral in all of his animalistic glory. His menacing snarl stopped my tears in their tracks, along with the rest of my sanity. 

"Unlike what you did to my brother, I will give you the chance to run in the next five minutes. If you make it, you live. But if I catch you, I will tear you limb from limb, devour your flesh, and swallow your bones," Kent threatened calmly.

His sharp canines glinted brightly in the sun, and a wild smirk decorated his thin lips. 

It was true that wolves liked to play with their food. They enjoyed the chase and basked in their prey’s suffering, even until the very last second. 

When their prey collapsed from exhaustion, the wolves would bite into them and tear them apart in the most painful and gruesome ways.

In this case, we were the prey. The werewolves were going to chase us, catch us, and kill us.

I shivered.

God, please have mercy.

CHAPTER 2

MY BREATH CAME OUT in harsh pants, my stomach heaved, and my sides burned like they were on fire.

As I ran, sweat dripped down the sides of my temples and neck in long rivulets. I’d lost sight of Amy and Asuka a while back, when we all ran in different directions like bats out of hell.

After Kent’s declaration, I was one of the first to run like there was no tomorrow. Although I knew how useless my struggles were, the hopeful, human part of me beat down the logical side with very little effort. It was bombarding my mind with ideas of possibly making it past the grove of trees and into the city, of being discovered and saved, of finally waking up from this painfully tragic nightmare.

At that moment, the torch

Reviews for The Alpha's Breeder

[Hannah Birge Garcia · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

It was an interesting and wild ride! I really enjoyed reading about the unexpected plot twists and pack hierarchy. Eros beginning his life as an omega who worked to become Alpha was also a great idea. All in all I enjoyed this story!

[Christi Bushar · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

This book is truly, truly terrible. The writing, the plot, the character development - it’s as though written by a 7th grader. An extremely fetish-y 7th grader.

[Jennifer Arreola · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

All-in-all I loved this story! I wish Emira was a bit stronger (aside from that one scene where she took that hell like a boss) but still, mentally she does seem pretty immature for a 30 something year old. I look forward to seeing how she grows in the next installment.