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  “I see a head. Keep pushing, Bree. Keep pushing.” Sasha said.

  Bree sobbed in uncontrolled bursts, her chin quivering and her legs shaking from extreme exhaustion. Already she was so tired, she didn’t know how she was going to keep this up. She just didn’t know.

  The three triplet girls were only five hours old when Bree was prepped with perfumes and lotions for the lactation ceremony. Comfort did her hair in sweeping curls and then it took two people to guide her down to the main chamber where she was shackled and put on display for everyone.

  Bree’s eyes were wet from crying. “How do you do it?” She begged, her lip trembling. “How do you keep up with it all.”

  Comfort gave her a sad smile. “There are benefits to doing what he says. You’ll see.”

  So fatigued and tired, Bree barely heard Steven’s speech welcoming him back into the fold. He put his hand on her like he owned her and Bree knew, he did. She was never going to be able to fight back from this place. She might as well die. Part of her felt like she had already.

  “Come, Donovan.” Steven said and Bree’s head snapped toward him. “You should be the first to taste the fruit of our labors.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and as laughter chorused through the group, Bree never felt such humiliation. Her cheeks flushed and as Donovan went down on bended knee in front of her, she saw his eyes had tears. He too was being punished for defying the alpha male. Just Donovan being in front of her proved to her that Donovan would never betray Steven again. Never.

  But in the moments that Donovan began to suckle at her breasts, Bree forgot all that. She only remembered what it had been like to be his wife for a few short weeks. The love making, the intimacy. So Bree decided she would enjoy it.

  And oh how she did.

  Her mouth fell open and she moaned, crying out in ecstasy that she hoped proved to Steven how inferior he was. How much a better man Donovan was.

  Her cries, pushed Donovan on, he grabbed her meaty waist and pushed her closer to him. She could feel his swollen cock against her hip and it made her sore pussy drip with desire. “I’m gonna cum,” Bree whispered and Donovan slipped his cock inside her and their hips moved in time. They grinded against her each. Bree rested her head against his shoulder and couldn’t help but to bite down on his neck with her teeth.

  A jeer of mockery went through the crowd and they began to mock Steven and his chosen Queen. It drove Bree on, made her cry out with pleasure louder. Donovan’s breath went manic and she knew he was going to dump his seed into her fertile ground. “Do it,” she whispered against him and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.

  Donovan groaned, screaming her name, his butt clenching as he released a tidal wade of rich cum deep inside her. Bree’s head fell to the side and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body rocked with a tremor and when she opened her eyes, they locked with the disapproving glower coming from Steven.

  It didn’t go the way he planned and Bree was happier than she had been ever before.

  The last of the babies were breastfed and taken from Bree to put in their bassinets across the hall. Then per Steven’s orders she was shackled back to the bed and lunch was served. She was force fed by Comfort, who was now showing a tender baby bump. The food was the best Bree had ever tasted and she knew the drugging was back, but she could barely bring herself to care. Once she was done eating, she drifted into sleep and hoped she wouldn’t dream.

  But if she did, maybe she would dream of Donovan.

  “Steven?” Bree asked groggily in the middle of the night.

  He didn’t speak other than to bind her wrists with rope and drag her from her bed. Bree slipped to the floor, kicking her naked legs as Steven dragged her body through the compound.

  “Stop!” Bree begged as her knees got banged up, but Steven just opened the door and dragged her outside through the snow and the evergreen forrest. When they came to a small shed he dumped her on the ground and unlocked the shed from a dangling set of keychains.

  “What is going on?” Bree demanded, but Steven didn’t respond except to drag her inside. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw a small cage and inside was a bowl of water and some food. Her heart panicked and began to quicken. Bree begged him to stop as he pushed her inside.

  The cage was shut tight and latched. Bree’s face was wet with tears as her eyes searched Steven’s face.

  “It has been confirmed by Donovan and Comfort that you are pregnant.” He spat out the words. “Pregnant with Donovan’s devil pups, and until you have them, you are outcast to this.” He glanced around the shed. “This is a breeding cow’s home. Not a queens.”

  “Wait!” Bree screamed, spinning around in the small cage and clamping her fingers around the bars. “Steven! Steven!” She wailed as the shed’s door was slammed shut and a key locked it shut.

  Sobbing, Bree put her hand to her chin and wailed. When she opened her eyes she saw a small pinhole in the shed and saw light coming from outside. Bree closed one of her eyes so she could see through the hole and what she saw, caused her breath to catch in her throat.

  Through the snow and beneath the trees she saw nestled were dozens upon dozens of sheds across the landscape.

  How many woman had sought to fight Steven and been turned into a breeding cow? What was left for her now, except breeding until death?

  Will Bree find a way to escape her prison, or is she destined to bare an uncountable number of liters to Steven and his clan? Will she learn to accept her fate and welcome a comfortable home back into the werewolf clan?

  Find out in Trilogy 2 Becoming Bree.

  Interested in learning more about Comfort and how she ended up the first of Steven’s breeders? Visit the rest of the stories on Amazon.

 

 

  Fiona Thompson, Bree Gives Birth

 

 

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