Hazel POV
"How does it feel to be a breeder? How does it feel to be promoted from a filthy slave to a breeder?" The voice demanded angrily as I laid still for a moment trying to recover from the harsh impact of the fall. I looked up to see Sierra with a deep frown on her face and her eyes darkened and I immediately knew that her wolf was in control.
"Listen," I began to speak as she was walked towards me with her claws to ready to attack. Her reaction right now made me remember exactly what Teresa always do and that ignited something me– rage and fury but I managed to keep my calm.
"Listen," she mimicked and let out a mirthless laugh before narrowing her eyes at me.
"You filthy w***e, I have secretly loved for him since we were so young, praying and hoping that one day he takes a liki
