Alpha Breeder Novels & Stories

She added, smiling at Arabella. "I’m sorry. I guess I was rude." Arabella muttered and extended her hand for a handshake. "I’m Arabella. Alpha Miller’s Breeder "Hello, Bella," Bread said, shaking her hand. "It’s okay. Don’t be sorry. You’re not the only one who acted like this. All the admirers of Alpha act with me in the same way until they come to know that I’m mated." "So, you have no issue with becoming a breeder?" She asked next, to which Arabella shook her head.

he continues, “is that you will not be a Breeder for a random Alpha.” I take a deep breath, hoping that means I won’t be a Breeder at all. “I won’t?” I ask worriedly. “No, daughter,” my mother says. “There are four Alphas, and they’ve already been selected, so it isn’t random at all!” My spirits fall as I realize my misunderstanding had nothing to do with not having to become a Breeder. That is still the job they are giving me. It’s just the random part I was apparently wrong about.

He didn't tell me that it was to be a breeder. “I don’t want to be your breeder," I mumbled with tears streaming down my eyes. I can't be a breeder. I can't bear to use my body as a carrier for someone's child. Someone who wasn't even my mate. “Roxanne!” Alpha Alejandro yelled as he glanced down and straightened himself. “You have two options. You either be my breeder by choice or by force. You know what that means right?” “You don't have a choice,”

“No, breeder. You’ll take me again… the way I want.” She hated that word ‘breeder’. But what right did she have to complain? To him, that was all she was. Still, Althea’s resolve hardened. Things had already come to this, then she would make sure of one thing: she would become more than just a breeder to the Alpha King.

Conceive… pregnant… child… All the words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder meant. No wonder they were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to be the next Alpha of the Drogomor pack needed to have the most powerful combination of bloodlines—ideally Alpha blood from both of his parents. But a breeder was just a tool—used once, and then thrown away. No Alphas would allow their beloved daughter to be treated that way... except my own father. "Vicky, that's enough!" Talon's sudden low, rebuke brought me back to my senses.

Breeders were never meant to stay with the pack they were born into, but that didn't mean they were eventually to be sold like cattle. Becoming a breeder for another pack was supposed to be honorable, but this letter treats it as anything but. And whoever is responding to it is clearly just as callous, because the next letter is an original from whomever it was who eventually took Gabriela. The elegant and loopy handwriting is a little hard to read, but it states that the "condition" of the breeder will be overlooked as long as the price is cut in half, which Storm clearly ended up agreeing to.

"What the fuck, Zeke! Breeders are outlawed! And how can you say that to me? I was your best friend!" "Breeders can still volunteer. I can make your life so miserable that you'll beg to be my breeder. You wouldn't be a pack breeder." I gagged. "Why would you want me to breed with you?" "They say mate pups are the strongest pups. And if I'm to be Alpha, I need the strongest. Without you as my Luna, I can still have those pups if you're my breeder." "You're disgusting." "I'm looking out for the pack's best interest, V."

It sharpened. "You are pushing at the clause," he said quietly. "Be careful what you invent in the gap between security and sentiment. The oath does not care about your interpretations. It cares about marks, bonds, claims, and reciprocal bonding registered by the royal wolf. Invent a story in which I have crossed that line and you may find the story has consequences neither of us can walk back."

Alice crooned in a sympathetic tone. "You really don't know what a breeder is?" Renee asked. Taylor felt a sudden burst of anger. They had all figured out that she didn't know what a breeder was so could they just put her out of her misery and tell her already? "Your job here is to bear my child." The Alpha dropped the bomb on Taylor in an even tone. Uncomfortable silence descended in the tiny room as Taylor tried to grasp the concept of what she was being told. Eventually, the Alpha continued.

I look at the creature which now stands next to a tube going into my arm and a needle in hand. “Me is giving thee something to help keep thee calm so thee does not faint.” It smiles at me and puts away the needle when it's done. Then it gives me a pointed look. “Now let me start by saying that me is not a rodent. Me is a Farnder. Farnders are a species that are highly specialized in science and us have been assigned by the Intergalactic Committee to find a suitable species for the Galdrians to breed. Since the disease came to their planet hundred years ago the female population has decreased to only ten percent. Them are in big need for a compatible species to survive.”