chapter 4

Rhonin had seen a lot of shit in his life. But a luxury breeding facility was definitely a first. 

Julian led him through another set of sleek security doors, revealing a long, glass-paneled hallway. Beyond the glass, a series of high-end private rooms stretched down the corridor, each one looking like a five-star hotel suite. 

"This is where all sessions take place," Julian explained, gesturing to the breeding suites. "Every room is temperature-controlled, soundproof and tailored to the client's preferences." 

Rhonin peered through one of the windows. The room inside was dimly lit, furnished with a massive bed, pheromone diffusers and subtle mood lighting. 

Jesus. Some people really fucked in style. 

Julian tapped on his tablet. "So, like I've said before, permanent alphas receive their own personal breeding suites, which they can customize. Part-time alphas, like yourself, are assigned a temporary room for first-time clients. After that, you'll need to rent one if you wish to provide a more 'consistent environment' for repeat clients." 

"Right," Rhonin muttered. "Because nothing screams 'romance' like consistency in a baby-making contract." 

Julian smirked. "Client satisfaction is our top priority." 

They continued the tour, passing another secured wing. Inside, alphas lounged in what looked like a private members-only club. Plush seating, premium liquor and an entire recreational area set up with pool tables, a bar and what Rhonin swore was a cigar lounge. 

"Welcome to the Alpha Lounge," Julian said. "This is where alphas unwind between assignments. Only contracted alphas are permitted here—no clients." 

Rhonin raised a brow. "You mean you actually let the breeders socialize?" 

Julian gave him a pointed look. "Eden prides itself on providing an environment of professionalism and exclusivity. We maintain the highest quality of service—which includes keeping our alphas in peak condition." 

Rhonin snorted. "You say that like we're prized racehorses." 

Julian didn't deny it. 

As they walked past the lounge, Rhonin caught glimpses of other alphas—some chatting, some scrolling their phones, a few lounging like they owned the goddamn place. 

They all looked expensive. 

Julian finally stopped near an office door, checking something on his tablet. "That concludes your tour," He said smoothly. "I've already set up your contract. You'll be assigned your first session within the week." 

Rhonin raised an eyebrow. "That fast?" 

"Our clients don't like to wait," Julian said, his smile sharp. "And you were specifically requested by a high-priority omega." 

Rhonin stiffened. "Wait—requested?" 

Julian merely tapped his screen. "You'll receive the details soon. Until then, get some rest, eat properly and prepare yourself. This is no ordinary job, Mr. Winter." 

Yeah. No fucking shit. 

_

Rhonin was still digesting everything when he left the administrative wing, heading toward the exit. He barely had time to contemplate his questionable life choices before he nearly walked straight into a group of alphas. 

There were four of them, all wearing casual luxury—tailored jackets, designer watches, the kind of effortless wealth that screamed arrogance. 

One of them, a broad-shouldered alpha with short blond hair and sharp blue eyes, smirked as Rhonin slowed to a stop. 

"Well, well," Blondie drawled. "Fresh meat?" 

Rhonin sighed. "Depends. You offering to eat me?" 

The others laughed. Blondie grinned. "Feisty. I like it." 

Another alpha, dark-haired with piercing green eyes, leaned against the wall, looking Rhonin over. "So, you're the new guy? Kane mentioned you might be coming in." 

"Kane?" Rhonin blinked. "You know Kane?" 

Blondie smirked. "We broke him in when he started here. Looks like you're next." 

Rhonin scowled. "I don't break easy." 

Dark-haired alpha chuckled. "We'll see." 

The third alpha, a cocky-looking brunet, crossed his arms. "You got an alias yet?" 

"Valor," Rhonin muttered. 

Blondie let out a low whistle. "Oh, they gave you a strong one. They must think you'll actually last here." 

The fourth alpha, a quiet guy with silver hair, finally spoke. "Think you'll keep up?" 

Rhonin huffed. "I'm here to do the job, not compete in a dick-measuring contest." 

Brunet grinned. "You say that now. Wait till the first client review comes in." 

Blondie clapped Rhonin on the shoulder, laughing. "Welcome to Eden, Valor. Try not to embarrass yourself." 

Rhonin sighed. Too fucking late for that.

_

Rhonin sat in his car, staring out the windshield, completely fucking numb. 

This was it. This was his life now. 

He was a contracted alpha for a high-end breeding club. A professional baby-maker. A walking genetic investment. 

He rubbed his face, groaning. "What the fuck am I doing?" 

His phone was already in his hand before he could think twice. He hit dial and after a few rings, Kane picked up. 

"Yo," Kane said lazily. "You done selling your soul yet?" 

Rhonin immediately yelled, "YOU WORKED THERE BEFORE?!" 

Kane didn't even have the decency to sound guilty. "Oh, yeah. Didn't I mention that?" 

"NO, YOU FUCKING DIDN'T." 

"Eh. Must've slipped my mind." 

Rhonin nearly launched his phone out the window. "You made it sound like you just knew a guy! Not that you were actually out here fucking for cash!" 

Kane snorted. "Bro, it's literally free money. No strings, no obligations, just premium-grade breeding sessions with rich omegas. And they pay you. It's a win-win." 

Rhonin slumped against the headrest, violently regretting his life choices. "This is unreal. I just got evaluated like a fucking racehorse. They made me—Jesus Christ—they made me fucking jerk off for science." 

Kane wheezed. "Dude. You should've seen my first time. I nearly had a meltdown in the collection room. Thought my ancestors were watching me." 

Rhonin groaned in pain. "You're a sick fuck." 

"Yeah, yeah. But you'll get used to it. Trust me, it's worth it." 

"Oh yeah? And what exactly did you spend your morally questionable money on, Kane?" 

Kane laughed. "You know that expensive-ass car I drive?" 

Rhonin froze. His brain did the math before Kane even said it. 

"No fucking way." 

Kane grinned through the phone. "Yup. Fully paid for. Thanks, Eden." 

Rhonin slammed his head against the steering wheel. "I hate you so much." 

Kane just laughed harder. "Love you too, buddy. Enjoy your first assignment!" 

The call ended. 

Rhonin sat in silence for a long moment, then sighed so hard his soul nearly left his body. 

This was it. He was in deep. 

And there was no fucking way out.