Chasing My Runaway Breeder

"Let me go!" Irish screamed at the top of her pitch as she fought against the relentless grip of the fierce wolf guards.

She was In the sleek, modern skyscraper that served as the headquarters of Alpha King Industries.

Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum, her breath a ragged symphony of fear and defiance.

"Let me go! I do not belong here!" She screamed again as her voice echoed through the cold, metallic corridors.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The guards with their impassive faces, dragged her towards a secure elevator that would take her away.

She had been kidnapped from school and brought here by these ferocious-looking guards who held her like fastening bolts.

Sadly, she knew who was responsible for her ordeal, and it was her father, Greg.

If she had not heard that secret exchange conversation between her father and the Alpha, she would have never believed.

As they marched, Irish's gaze darted around, searching for a glimmer of hope, anyone that sided with her in this, but no one was there for her.

Suddenly, her hurtful gaze met with her father's as he stood by the shadows with a look of shame mixed with sorrow on his face.

"Father!" she cried out. "Why did you do this to me?" Her father was supposed to be her only wall of protection since her mother died, yet he sold and abandoned her for his selfish gain.

As if that was not enough, she wouldn't be able to live a normal life anymore.

Taking in short gasps, tears rolled down her eyes like a water fountain.

Her teary eyes held a feeling of consuming rage. Rage so burning that anyone could feel it. Anger seeped through her heart and pronounced itself, the deepest feeling in her being.

Greg sharply yet guiltily looked away when their gazes met. He saw in her eyes, the flames of consuming anger, hurt, betrayal, and lastly, regret.

Irish had always known that her father was a weak man who gambled with his last penny, but she had never imagined that he would sell her to the Alpha King to repay his debts.

She continued staring at her father, trying to record the look on his face till he was out of sight.

When the elevator finally came to a stop, the doors opened and Irish was roughly shoved out.

She had been kidnapped and sold to the most powerful Alpha King in the city.

Irish knew that she had to escape even if was heavily guarded, and all alone.

All of a sudden, the guards stopped walking, holding her arm in place.

Irish could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. She held her breath, her heart pounding the more.

A muscular-looking figure came to stand in front of her. She tilted her head forward and her breath hitched.

It was the Alpha King himself.

They had never been this close before, but she had heard stories about his ruthlessness and cruelty.

He stood there for a moment, his eyes scanning her body.

"Take her away," He commanded, and the guards began dragging her again, but this time, towards a car.

After moving for a while, the car finally stopped in front of a mansion and she stepped out, wondering what this was all about.

Soon, they were in the mansion and she was getting shoved into a particular room.

Irish landed on the cold, hard, and unforgiving floor, and once again, the door was shut against her, just as her father abandoned and shut the door of his heart against her.

"I will never forgive him for this, I promise," Irish muttered to herself, sniffling hard.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and a lady elegantly walked in. She was the Luna of Silver Crest pack.

How could Irish not recognize her?

She always appeared beside the Alpha on television and each time she did, she always wore an air of authority and grace.

Rumor had it that she was rude and arrogant ass. Everyone assumed that her beauty must have made the Alpha make her Luna.

Another fact about her name was that she had not given birth even after years of being married to the Alpha.

Irish could remember those times when she would always look at the television, and envision herself being Luna. Though she didn't want Luna's rude side.

"Look what we have here. Our precious little breeder has finally arrived," Ashley sneered, her arms crossed beneath her breasts as her eyes dripped with disdain.

"Breeder?" Irish gasped, confused as ever.

"Yes, bitch. What else do you think you're here for?" Ashley laughed mockingly as she began taking slow, menacing steps towards Irish, till a creepy feeling engulfed Irish and made the hair at the back of her neck stand on end.

Irish had to be strong for herself since no one would, and so, she boldly glared at Ashley, matching her intimidating gaze.

"Well, you're the bitch here!"

Ashley widened her eyes in disbelief, shocked at Irish's sudden outburst.

"I'm not the cause of your childlessness. You must have lived a sort of wildlife in your youth. Don't you and the Alpha try to rub it on me." Irish said, eyeing Ashley whole.

If Ashley could call her a bitch, then, Irish thought she could fire back with a sassy response, Luna or not.

Ashley's face flushed as she heard those words. Her eyes displayed a dangerous glint as she felt challenged.

Taking two steps forward, she landed a dirty slap on Irish's left cheek.

"How dare you!"

The burning sensation on Irish's cheek made her hand instantly fly to her cheeks as she rubbed it.

Irish's eyes turned icy cold as all that feeling of pent-up anger, betrayal, and rejection came shimmering to the surface.

Arching her back and squaring her shoulders, Irish took some steps forward, angling her face till she looked Ashley straight in the eye.

"The truth doesn't hurt that bad," Irish fired bluntly.

Her strong resolve made Ashley retreat for a moment, taking a step back. Every word Irish uttered sliced her like a knife, she suddenly felt transparent in this young woman's eyes.

"Security!" She shrieked, putting on her tough act again.

"Lock her in the cold room!" She pointed harshly at Irish and the guards sprung into action.

"You shouldn't challenge Luna, it could get dangerous," Elsa, Irish's wolf, warned.

Irish shrugged and replied to her wolf, "I wasn't going to let her walk all over me. It's not like I'm the cause of everything."

Thanks to her stubborn attitude and big mouth, she now huddled in the corner of the cold room, shivering as the cold seeped through her bones.

Her mind raced with thoughts of escape. She had to act fast or she'd die from the cold.

With a surge of determination, she got up as her eyes scanned the dimly lit room for any possible means of escape.

Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps outside the room, followed by the ominous jingling of keys.

The door creaked open, and a voice boomed, "Where's the breeder?"