Broken Beauty and the Beastly Vampire Prince

Unwilling Breeder

Trigger warning. Warning this chapter may be triggering to some. Please do not read if this may be triggering to you.

Third Person POV

“Sit here baby girl,” Steven said, patting his lap and looking at her expectantly as Rosalie swept the kitchen floor, feeling like a robot, not looking any of them in the eye. She kept her head down, feeling sick to her stomach, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. She had been freed from her chains, to be allowed to clean and the house was a complete pigsty. She had just finished cleaning the rest of the floors, all three men keeping a very close eye on her movements and whereabouts, when Steven had elected to speak to her. Rosalie swallowed past the lump in her throat. She began to shake. She didn’t want to sit on his lap. She put a finger to her bruised lip and felt the stinging pain. She winced. She hesitated. It was a big mistake on her part, but she was still fearful of all of them and what they were capable of doing to her.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Steven said icily, “I told you to come here and sit on my lap” he snarled, getting up from the table and towering over her as she quivered, grabbing her by her long red hair and yanking it, bringing tears to her eyes. She stifled a sob, as he dragged her to the chair, sitting down and forcibly pushing her so that she sat upon his lap. He let go of her hair and relaxed as Rosalie stiffened and looked at the table miserably. Just being near them made her want to vomit and smelling Steven's scent brought her to the verge of wanting to scream in anguish and terror. She trembled, wishing she could escape from reality, desperate to escape this vile place and the despicable men who resided in or visited it.

“Oh, I’ve missed you” Steven murmured, running his hand through her hair as she sucked in a breath “Even though I see you when I can, it’s just too long between visits” he muttered with dejection.

She was still sore and paining from their last visit to her during the night before last. As it was she was grateful they seemed to have something else on their mind. She felt his hand on her neck, slowly massaging it and forced down the bile rising in her throat in reaction to it. Now was not the time to be sick. It would only provoke his anger. She could wait until she was safely alone in the basement. If they were nice enough to leave her alone. God, she prayed they were. She needed time to heal and recover. As it was, she felt broken inside. Defeated. Resigned to her fate, the desire to fight long extinguished within her, or so she thought.

Mick got up and fetched a beer from the refrigerator. “You want one Steven, Neil?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“I’ll take one,” Steven said lazily, his hands still feeling Rosalie up.

“Me too,” Neil said gruffly, his eyes raking over Rosalie, his eyes narrowed in jealousy.

Mick passed them their beers and then sat down, taking a sip and relaxing back in his chair. Steven took a sip and then paused, eyeing Rosalie thoughtfully.

“I bet you’ve never had a drink before, have you Rosalie?” he asked her suddenly.

“No” she whispered.

Nor did she have a desire to. She had seen what the effects of alcohol had on them and thought it a disgusting addiction that only enhanced their primitive and cruel behavior.

His hand tightened around the back of her neck. “No, what” he growled.

“No Sir” she whispered and he relaxed his grip again.

She looked back down at the table.

He pushed the beer in front of her. “Drink some,” he said and she looked at him, not comprehending at first.

“I’m sorry?” she whispered, confused.

“You heard me, take a sip” he growled, his tone challenging her.

Neil and Mick watched, highly amused. Rosalie gingerly picked up the beer and took a sip, coughing and spluttering. It tasted putrid. It was repulsive. The most disgusting thing she had ever tasted. Steven smirked.

“Now, now, that was pathetic” he chided her “Take another sip and this time, I want it to be a big one. Make sure you keep it down.”

She wanted to refuse. Wanted to hit him with the bottle. Instead, she tipped the bottle and took a swig, shuddering as the liquid poured down her throat, swallowing it quickly. She put the bottle back on the table with a loud thunk.

“Good girl” Steven praised her with a chuckle.

She tightened her lips and said nothing. This was all just a big game to him. To all of them. Bastards.

Unconsciously she squirmed against him and felt his erection against her leg. She stopped moving, feeling nauseous.

“Can you believe that we have to go to this damn meeting” Mick complained loudly, taking a sip of his beer and then belching loudly as Rosalie cringed.

“All the unmated males around our age must, it’s to see if our mates are in the Silver Fang Pack. Only warriors and a select few are permitted to stay” Neil explained, sounding a bit annoyed at the prospect.

Mick snorted. “Steven’s the only one who doesn’t have to because he’s married. Lucky bastard” he muttered, drinking some more beer, and spluttering when some of it went down the wrong pipe.

Rosalie pretended not to be listening, her head bowed down, her hair covering her face. When were they leaving? Was it possible she might have a chance to escape?

Steven’s hand rubbed her back, his other hand rubbing the inside of her thigh. She bit her lip and tried not to show her revulsion.

“Well, I guess that means I get to have more time with darling Rosalie here” Steven crowed, still rubbing her thigh as she tensed “While you guys are off having a horrible time at another pack.” His voice was gleeful, triumphant.

God how she hated him. Mick and Neil let out ferocious growls at the same time, both objecting to his comment, to her vast relief.

“No” Mick snarled “We will be gone for one night and you will leave her alone. Nobody gets alone time with her. I don’t trust you,” he told Steven “and we made a deal. Unless I’m here, nobody gets to touch Rosalie" he snarled "you will adhere to the agreement."

For once Rosalie felt the merest smidge of gratitude towards Mick. Even as she despised him and hated him for what he’d done to her and to her mother.

“I’ll pay you handsomely,” Steven said, his hand moving to her panties and rubbing the front of them as she fought not to react. The urge to cry was overwhelming and she blinked back her tears, wishing she could slap his hand away, knowing it would only result in her being injured if she did.

“It’s not about the money” Mick snapped “I just don’t want you in the house with her alone. How do I know you won’t hurt her to the point she ends up in the hospital?” he hissed "You're so rough and I don't need the Alpha or Luna asking questions. They've basically forgotten about Rosalie, but if she ends up in the hospital, even they're going to want to know what happened."

Steven looked incredulous and a little offended. To Rosalie’s relief, he removed his hand from her panties and placed it on the table with a loud thump. “If anything, I’ve been the gentlest out of all three of us” he pointed out angrily “while you guys have been the brutes. I just want some time with her, and I’m willing to spend big money for the privilege.”

Please no, God no. Say no, Rosalie pleaded to Mick in her mind. She could see him hesitating. Her nails dug into the kitchen table. Neil was glowering, peeved off as well. She could feel her lower lip quivering as she waited. If anything, she would at least be guaranteed her safety for the night. It was worth something, even if it was very little.

“No,” Mick said finally “you can wait till we get back.”

Steven swore, slamming his hand down on the table as Rosalie flinched. Mick just raised an eyebrow not fazed in the slightest. Neil just laughed and drank some more, feeling jovial.

“Get over it man” Neil advised him “It’s one night and we leave in three days, it’s not that long geez,” he said exhaling “Stop acting like a child, throwing a damn tantrum" he said with a shake of his head "it's not very attractive" he exhaled.

Steven sighed and then let out a deep breath. “Fine” he snarled, scowling “but have you given any consideration to my other proposal?”

Other proposal thought Rosalie, what other proposal? At least now she knew when they were leaving. Mick rubbed the stubble on his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“How much did you say you were willing to pay?” he asked slowly, the words rolling off his tongue.

“A million dollars and upon delivery, another million” Steven said “not to mention covering medical expenses and any arising costs. I’ll also arrange any care that she needs. Nobody will know" he promised "and she will be completely confined to her quarters."

“What about your wife?” Mick asked suspiciously.

“Not even her,” Steven said with a devilish grin “As far as she’ll know it will be a perfectly legal adoption.”

Adoption? What on earth was he talking about? What was he going to adopt? She felt a sickening feeling deep in her gut.

“You take care of all of the details, including medical care, and ensure they are sworn to secrecy, and you have yourself a deal,” Mick said nodding.

Steven let out a small whoop of joy, beaming from ear to ear. He ran his hands down Rosalie’s wide hips. “These hips were made for it. They are perfect for bearing children” he marveled as her mouth fell open in shock. For a minute she couldn’t breathe as she struggled to digest his words. Surely, he wasn’t suggesting. No, he couldn’t be. But he had just made some sort of agreement with Mick.

“When can I start the process?” Steven asked eagerly.

“As soon as we’re back from this stupid visit to Silver Fang Pack and you’ve transferred the cash over,” Mick said agreeably as Neil stayed silent, c*****g his head and listening, obviously not privy to what was going on.

Steven’s eyes glinted. Mick looked at Rosalie. “It looks like we’ve found a purpose for you after all. Well, other than as our s*x slave” he said with a grin “Steven here needs a breeder so that he can have the children his wife can’t give him. Isn’t it perfect?” he taunted Rosalie as she stared at him mutely. “You have the figure for it and I get money for letting him impregnate you. It’s a win, win.”

She felt Steven nibble on her earlobe. “I can’t wait to be inside you, bareback” he whispered as she clenched her hands into fists “It’s so much better without a condom. I’m going to spill my seed right inside your p***y, again and again, feel your tight walls clench around my c**k, and make your belly swollen with my pup. In four days’, time you’re going to be mine” he promised and she began to sob, the men around her continuing to drink, seemingly oblivious to her distress and anguish. Tears rained down her cheeks and she slumped, feeling the walls spinning around her. She succumbed to the darkness eagerly, fainting dead away, Steven holding her tightly, no longer wishing to hear anymore about the fate awaiting her and needing to escape any way she could.