Bella swallowed hard, a shiver of dread running through her. She remained silent, her fists clenched at her sides. She had known this was coming but hearing it from her father’s mouth made it all too real.
"Your role is crucial," Ryker said, his gaze piercing into her. "You need to be strong. You will deliver strong pups, and as many as you can, to ensure the continuation of our bloodline."
Bella’s stomach twisted in horror at the cold, clinical way her father spoke about her future. To him, she was nothing more than a tool, a vessel for producing heirs. She wanted to scream, to cry out in protest, but she knew it would do no good. Ryker wouldn’t tolerate weakness or defiance.
"You need to understand," her father continued, his voice a low growl, "that in the coming days, we will have p
