Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 1442 - 41 : Ungrateful and Unwelcome

*Saoirse*

The air was thick with tension and the scent of fury as we all drew ragged breaths. My father’s nostrils flared, his eyes blazing. His anger was on full display as he turned his attention from me to his people. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides as he paced back and forth. The floorboards of the porch creaked beneath his weight.

Shifters could be volatile, and it was clear that my father was trying not to shift as his anger overtook him.

"Blackstone was our lifeline!" my father’s voice boomed through the clearing, each word striking like thunder. The man up there was no longer my father but my Alpha, Alpha of Hunters Glen. "Without their alliance, without a future Alpha, Hunters Glen is teetering on the brink of ruin!"

I stood there, my heart hammering against my ribcage. It pressed so hard against my bones they felt ready to shatter. I could not let fear take root. I had to be steady and strong when all else was shaking. "Father," I began, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me, "I am strong enough to defend our home."

He turned on me, his expression contorted into a snarl. "You are a fool if you believe that." The dismissal in his gaze stung more than his words. "A woman cannot lead."

My cheeks burned. I bit back the retort that threatened to spill from my lips. I knew the strength that coiled within me was as tangible and potent as the magic I harbored. I knew I was capable of this. Women could lead. I could lead.

"Father, please–" I tried again, only to be cut off by the vehement shake of his head. If anything, he seemed to grow angrier, nearly vibrating with it.

"Silence!" His voice raked across my senses, sharp as talons. "You should have kept your legs closed and secured our future. Leaders put their people first. You are worthless to me. You should have honored the marriage contract as you agreed. Because of you, our pack is in danger."

His words echoed in the hollow space between us, branding me with shame and igniting a fire I fought to keep at bay. I could feel the eyes of the pack as they bore into me, their gazes heavy with judgment and unspoken accusations.

But I would not break. I would not bend. I was Saoirse Strider, daughter of the Alpha, and I could do this.

Alpha Strider’s gaze was locked on me, the fury in his eyes an omen of the tempest to come.

"News travels fast, Saoirse," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I’ve heard about your... indiscretions with the Prince."

The words hit me like a physical blow. My heart pounded against my chest as though trying to escape the accusation. My lips parted, but no sound emerged. The silence around us bore down with the weight of judgment.

"You are no longer my daughter," he declared. Each word sliced through the remnants of our bond. "Leave Hunters Glen and never come back."

His rejection stung. It was a searing brand upon my soul. I stood rooted to the spot, the world tilting dangerously as I struggled to comprehend this new reality where I was an outcast in my own home.

"Alpha Strider, please reconsider," Rhys interjected, trying to be the voice of reason amidst the chaos. "Saoirse is–"

"Enough, Prince!" My father turned on him, his nostrils flaring. "Your actions are already under scrutiny. I have spoken with King Xander about your behavior with my daughter. Do not make your situation worse by defending her now."

Rhys fell silent, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he battled his frustration. His eyes met mine, another silent promise that we would face this together, even as the ground beneath us crumbled.

"Father," I whispered, the title tasting bitter on my tongue, "do you truly believe exile will solve anything?"

"Silence!" He thundered. His suffocating authority filled the space. There would be no reprieve, no mercy. I was an outcast, disowned and discarded.

"Go." It was more than a command. It was the severing of ties, the end of the life I had known.

The heat of shame scorched my cheeks as the scathing words of Alpha Strider, the man I once called Father, hung heavy in the air. My blood boiled, a tempestuous rage churning within me. The pack house, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage. Its walls were pressing.

"Father..." I began, but the word was a mistake, a betrayal to my own heart. Before I could reclaim it, the skies answered my fury. A fierce wind howled through the open doors, an invisible force that knew no restraint. Glass exploded inward from the windows, shards dancing like cruel stars in the sudden gale.

Chaos erupted. Shouts and cries of alarm mingled with the sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood. Bodies scrambled for cover.

Rhys was at my side instantly, his arms wrapping around me with a strength that sought to quell the storm within my soul. His touch sparked a contrasting calm.

"Saoirse, look at me," he said urgently. His voice was a grounding force amid the destruction. I met his gaze, finding an anchor in the depths of his eyes.

"Father has lost his mind," I spat out, the words seething through clenched teeth. I turned my attention to the man who raised me. "If the Prince hadn’t killed Conall, I would have done it myself." The memory of my fiancé’s unprovoked attack flashed before me, the terror and instinct to survive. "He attacked without reason. It was him or me."

"Enough!" The Alpha’s voice cracked like thunder across the room. "It was hardly unprovoked! It should have been you!" His disdain cut deeper than any shard of glass could.

I stared back at him, my heart fracturing further with each harsh syllable. The father I knew was gone, replaced by a stranger who wore his face and spoke with venom I couldn’t comprehend. I couldn’t understand how he could wish death upon his own flesh and blood.

Rhys held me tighter. As the winds died down and the last of the glass settled, I knew there was no shelter strong enough to protect me from the storm my life had become.

I pulled myself from Rhys’ embrace and turned to face the villagers of Hunters Glen. Their eyes were wide, and their bodies were tense with apprehension. I could feel their gazes piercing through me, heavy with judgment.

"Look at them," I whispered, more to myself than to Rhys. "After everything..." My voice trailed off as I took in the collective stare of my people, my pack. They looked upon me not as their kin but as a stranger, someone foreign and dangerous. A sense of betrayal crept into my heart, seeping into my veins like poison.

"Hey," Rhys said, reaching out to touch my arm, but I shook him off, taking a step back.

I had fought for these people and risked my life on several occasions. Yet there they stood, regarding me with suspicion and scorn. They gave me no words of thanks or gestures of gratitude, just silence and stares. The very thought made my blood boil. I wondered how loyalty meant nothing to them.

"Enough," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. I couldn’t bear their looks, their quiet accusations and unspoken fears, a moment longer.

With nothing more than a bitter glance, I turned away from them all and strode toward my room. The wooden floorboards creaked beneath my determined steps.

Once inside, I slammed the door shut with a force that rattled the walls. My hands trembled as I yanked open the chest at the foot of my bed, pulling out a leather satchel. I began stuffing it with a wild urgency, grabbing clothes without care, my movements fueled by the hurt and anger churning inside.

As each garment landed in the bag, a piece of my resolve hardened. They would not see me falter. They would not see me break. With every fold and tuck, I was packing away the Saoirse who belonged to Hunters Glen.

"Let them think what they will," I muttered as I clasped a small pouch of coins and tucked it beside my clothing. My fingers brushed against the smooth handle of a small dagger. I hesitated, clenching it tightly. It was a reminder of strength, of battles won and survival.

"Stand tall, Saoirse Strider," I told my reflection in the small, cracked mirror on the wall. "You are the storm they fear."

I slammed the last of my belongings into the satchel, the clasp snapping shut with a finality that echoed in the empty room. The door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t need to look to know who it was.

"Your father... is just angry, Saoirse," my mother’s voice came, soft and tentative. "He doesn’t mean what he said."

I spun around, the fire of my anger not yet extinguished. Her eyes were brimming with a worry I hadn’t felt from her in far too long. Her words, meant to be calm, only stoked the embers of my fury.

"Doesn’t mean it?" My laugh was bitter, the sound of it jagged against the stillness of my room. "He banished me, Mother. He declared I was no longer his daughter. How can those words mean nothing?"

Her hand reached out, but I stepped back, the magic within me pulsing and pushing against my skin like a living thing desperate for release. It thrummed through my veins, a resonance that demanded attention and called for action.

"Please, Saoirse, just listen–"

"Listen?" I cut her off, the air around us growing heavy, charged with the energy coursing through me. "I listened when he said a woman could not lead. I listened when he belittled my strength. And I listened when he disowned me. What more is there to hear?"

"Saoirse, I–"

"Leave." The word slipped from my lips, a command woven with a power I knew came from the dragon staff. It made the walls and my mother shiver. "Leave before I do something I’ll regret, something I can’t take back."

The pressure built a crescendo that promised destruction. My mother’s eyes widened with the understanding of what lay beneath my calm facade. With a swift nod, she backed away, her presence receding as she closed the door behind her.

Alone, I let out a shuddering breath, the air crackling with the remnants of unspent magic. I turned my gaze again to the mirror, the reflection showing a woman on the brink—a tempest restrained by the thinnest of threads.

"Control," I whispered to myself, the word a plea and mantra. "Remember who you are, Saoirse. Your power is your own."

With that, I shouldered the weight of my choices, both the burden and the freedom, and moved toward the unknown that awaited beyond the walls.