Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Breeder.
But not just any breeder. I’ve been matched with the one called The Beast. Others call him the Savage Sector Leader. Sector 10 is one of the coldest regions, where the work is grueling and apparently people are experimented on. Since forcefully being taken from the compound, I’d heard ‘at least we’re not on sector 10’.
Sector 2 is bad enough in my opinion after what I’d endured but to know there are worse sectors makes my stomach plummet to my feet. How will I survive so brutal a man?
“Mom, Dad, could you please give us a minute?” Noah asks through the haze of my misery.
“Okay, but we’ll be here if you need us, Jamie,” my mother replies.
My father leads her out of the room after shooting me a sympathetic smile. I know it’s not their fault that I’ve landed in this predicament but I can’t stop the resentment from bubbling within me. And I hate myself for it.
I want my family to be happy, yet I can’t shake this shroud of doom that squeezes my heart so tightly, I want to scream and never stop.
Noah drops to her knees at my side and attempts to put her arms around me, but I flinch away from her touch. I used to love hugs and affection but now being touched makes me feel…unclean.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, when I see lines of sadness etched in my sister’s face.
She sighs and folds her hands in her lap but she stays close. “It’s okay. I empathize with how you feel right now.”
I steal a glance at her protruding belly. “I seriously doubt that. You can’t possibly know how I feel when you’ve openly admitted to loving the man who did that to you.” Again, I glare at her stomach. “The way you allow him to lay his hands on you and how happy you seem about it makes me cringe.”
Noah doesn’t reply immediately and I turn my head away so I don’t see the hurt I’ve probably inflicted on her. Part of me knows she had no choice being assigned as breeder to the Sector 2 Leader. But the other half of me resents her for willingly becoming his bride.
That was a choice.
Shortly after my parents and I were reassigned to the Sector 2 Leader’s Manor, Noah had informed us that she and Lord Magnus were to be wed.
My parents seemed concerned at first until Noah assured them that this was what she wanted. After that I couldn’t see her in the same light. Where was the person who never had a kind word to say about any superious, and ranted about the injustice of the homo sapien plight? After all that, how could she tie herself to the enemy for the rest of her life when she had the opportunity to be free of him after giving him a child?
It’s my understanding that breeders are given land and enough credits to live off of, in comfort for the remainder of their days after producing an heir for their master. But no, not Noah. She declined the settlement she would have received for providing the Sector Leader an heir. She didn’t even have a grand ceremony that was her due, considering the status of her husband. Instead, Noah and Lord Magnus had a quiet wedding ceremony with a few witnesses, my parents and myself included.
Noah explained she that she didn’t want a huge event while she was pregnant and Magnus didn’t want to wait to legally make her his bride which is why they opted for something quick and small. Apparently, they planned to have the big ceremony with all the other Sector Leaders and their dignitaries after the baby is born, and Noah has fully recovered.
I want to be happy for her because she seems content with her situation. I’ve noticed the way her face lights up when Magnus is around and the secret smile that curves her lips when she cradles her belly. But every time I see them together a deep feeling of betrayal seeps into my soul that I just can’t shake.
Maybe there are things Noah sees in the Sector 2 Leader that I don’t but as far as I’m concerned, he’s responsible for keeping my family oppressed. And while this deep resentment festers within me, I say nothing because ultimately, I don’t want to hurt Noah. I just don’t understand how this has come to be. Was there some kind of brainwashing program involved?
When the silence stretches to the point of awkwardness, I finally look at my sister. Her head is bowed, and her eyes are swimming in tears. I’ve hurt her and a wave of guilt swipes at my heart. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” I mumble.
She shrugs. “There’s no need to apologize. It’s how you feel. Don’t mind me, these pregnancy hormones are causing havoc on my emotions. I cry over the slightest thing. This morning, I cried because my eggs were a tad undercooked. And the funny thing is, if we were living back on the commune, or in our old home, I would have devoured them. I’ve become so spoiled and I feel bad because I know there are many people in far worse positions than I am.”