The Lycan’s King Breeder

Felicity POV

My heart pounded as Alpha Grimmjaw leaned in closer, his eyes shining with amusement.

"First things first," he said, his grip on my chin tightening. "You need to prove that you're worth keeping alive. So, let's see how well you can obey."

He gestured to one of his minions, who handed him a knife. My eyes widened in horror as he pressed the blade against my throat.

"Tell me," he said, his lips inches from my ear. "Are you really willing to do anything?"

I swallowed hard, nodding frantically.

"Good," he murmured. "Then prove it. Prove that you're worthy of my protection."

My mind raced as he moved the knife away from my throat, but I knew there was no escaping him. I had to comply if I wanted to survive. "Okay," I said, my voice trembling. "What do you want me to do?"

Alpha Grimmjaw's smile widened. "Simple. You're going to kill one of my enemies."

My heart lurched at his words. Kill? Me? I couldn't even imagine such a thing, but he didn't give me a chance to object. He grabbed my arm, dragging me towards a cage where a man was trapped, his face bruised and battered. "This is one of our enemies," Alpha Grimmjaw said, gesturing to the man. "He's been causing trouble for me for too long. I want you to end him."

Something about the man gnawed at me, but it wasn't until I got closer that I recognized him. It was one of Maximus' servants. What was he doing here? And more importantly, did he recognize me too?

My mind raced as I tried to come up with a plan. But all I could do was stand there, frozen and terrified, as Alpha Grimmjaw handed me a knife and told me to finish the job. "Kill him now!" He ordered in his authoritative voice.

Tears streamed down my face as I knelt next to the man, the knife shaking in my hand.

"I can't do this," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alpha Grimmjaw's face twisted with anger. "You said you'd do anything," he growled. "Do it, or I'll do it myself."

With a trembling hand, I plunged the knife into the man's chest, my vision blurring with tears. Alpha Grimmjaw watched with a smirk, his gaze piercing through my soul. "Congratulations," he said, patting my head. "You're one of us now."

I felt sick to my stomach as I realized I was a part of his brutal regime. But it was too late to turn back now. I was stuck with Alpha Grimmjaw, and I didn't know how I was ever going to escape. "You did good, kid," he said, clapping a hand on my back.

I shuddered at his touch, my mind still reeling from what I had just done. "Why did you make me do that?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Alpha Grimmjaw grinned. "Because you need to know what it takes to survive in this world. You can't be weak, or you'll be the one lying dead on the floor." He paused, his gaze sharp. "You want to be one of us, right?" I hesitated. Did I really want to be a part of this ruthless gang? But I had already crossed the line by killing someone. And besides, I couldn't say no, he was going to kill me and my unborn child. "I...guess so," I said, my voice small.

Alpha Grimmjaw's smile widened. "Good. Because we have work to do."

As Alpha Grimmjaw loomed over me, I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I was trapped, alone, and at the mercy of a man who seemed to have none. "What's your name?" he demanded, his hand gripping my chin tightly.

"My name is Sarah," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alpha Grimmjaw chuckled. "Sarah, huh? Well, Sarah, you're going to be my breeder from now on. And you'll do exactly what I say, or else..."

His words sent a chill down my spine, and I knew that I was in for a long, painful ordeal. But I had to survive, for my baby's sake.

"I'll do whatever you want," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alpha Grimmjaw smirked. "Good. Second thing, clean up this dungeon. And then you'll come with me to my chambers. I have a few things I want to show you."

I nodded, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of what he might have in store for me. But I knew that I had no choice but to obey.

"For the next few days, Sarah, you'll be responsible for cleaning and cooking for my guards and me," Alpha Grimmjaw instructed, his eyes piercing into hers. "I expect you to tend to our needs whenever we demand it." I nodded nervously, keeping my head low to avoid his gaze.

"And if you don't," Alpha Grimmjaw continued, his voice turning cruel, "you'll be punished severely. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," I replied meekly, my heart racing.

Days went by, and I tried my best to stay out of Alpha Grimmjaw's way, but it seemed like he always found me.

One day, I was cleaning the floors of his chambers when he walked in, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Sarah," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I have a special task for you today. I want you to bear my child."

My blood ran cold at his words, and I felt sick to my stomach. "I can't do that," I said, shaking my head. "I'm not ready to have a child."

"Not that again! I'm damn pregnant!" I thought desperately.

Alpha Grimmjaw laughed. "You don't have a choice, Sarah. You're my prisoner, and I will use you however I see fit."

"I can't alpha Grimmjaw" I said, feeling the tears come to my eyes.

Alpha Grimmjaw's expression hardened. "You'll do as I say," he growled. "Or else."

"Please, Alpha," I begged. "I can't do this."

"You will," he spat. "Or suffer the consequences."

My heart sank. I felt trapped, with no way out of this nightmare.

I felt a sense of hopelessness wash over me, and I knew that I had to escape. But how?

As I tried to come up with a plan, Alpha Grimmjaw paced back and forth, his eyes fixed on me.

"You know, Sarah," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I could always find someone else to bear my child if you're not up for it. But I don't think you want that, do you?"

My heart sank as I realized what he meant. He was going to force me to bear his child, whether I liked it or not. I couldn't let that happen.

"I'll do it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But on one condition."