Breed Me Novels & Stories

He leaned back against the wooden porch railing and crossed his arms, exchanging a loaded look with his brothers before turning his gaze back to me. "Actually, the reason you were brought here wasn't just to be a bride." I looked up from my boots, letting the cold wind bite my cheek. I didn't understand the math. Brides were for political alliances. Maids were for manual labor. There wasn't a third option. Certainly not for an Omega built like me. What else could I possibly be here for if not any of those? Kenzo let the heavy silence stretch out for one long, agonizing second. "You were sent here to be a breeder."

“Not slowly, not some theory the council writes papers about. Two breeders came before you. Neither made it past three months. Without an heir, in five years this territory gets carved up by whoever moves fastest to take it.” The room felt colder. “What does that have to do with me?” Rysen answered, gentler than his brother but no less direct. “The clause called you an anomaly because you’re unranked. Unshifted at nineteen. Failed every test they gave you. That’s not supposed to be possible. No wolf should mean no markers at all. But the old texts talk about a fertility line that reads as nothing right up until it isn’t.” “You think I’m one of those bloodlines,” I said. The pieces slid toget

Damn… so irritating. Before any of this, I've always been having the thought of getting myself a breeder to birth a child for me. Surprisingly, when I got to their pack, I stumbled upon that girl, and I just don't know why, but a sparkle of attraction towards her weighed on me. Right there and then, I made it within me that I'm having her as my breeder. But what's wrong with me now..? I shouldn't be thinking about her. She's just a tool for birthing my child and nothing else. Damn, am I getting crazy or what?

But we know, Jordan would pamper them silly. In other to have these kids, we went about the world searching for a particular quality, the eyes. We would never have kids of our own to say that they would have a special trait to us, but we needed kids that would have something similar to us too. And we got it. Each set had a brown eye and a blue one, though different skin tone. We also made sure their names started with the first letters of each of ours, but a slight difference in age.

'You are now mine, in spirit, soul, and body. In a day, I went from being the mate of a cruel prince to a runaway wolf and now a breeder for the meanest human I've ever seen. A day that also happens to be my BIRTHDAY! When I think about it, being stuck as a breeder for a stranger is the furthest thing from my mind. I won't be able to be a proper mother to my child. Instead, I'll have to watch as someone else claims my baby. The whole situation hits me hard, and my expression shows it. My lips tremble with unspoken words and emotions, and I grimace slightly.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

“Can’t we go inside and talk there?” “Don’t push it, just say what you want to say and get the hell off my pack lands.” He was a stubborn little prick. “We are looking for a woman, a breeder.” I started. “Since when can our kind have kids?” living in the damned mountain meant he didn’t know most of the things that are happening out there. “They still can’t but we have found one who can fall pregnant. Her eggs if put in another by means of IVF do produce kids. She is the only one who can do that. she already gave birth to three kids by herself and ten through IVF using her eggs.”

Sarah does not like being out of control, apparently. And it shows in her next words to me. “And what is that?” she asks, tilting her chin. “Are you going to keep me as a breeder?” I glare at her. “What gives you the impression I’m interested in you like that?” She glares right back at me. “Plus,” I continue, waving my hand in her direction, “You’ve been recently… bred. If I were to have a breeder, I’d choose someone able to do so immediately.”

I asked, hating how my body reacted to the way his fingers lingered on my face. The mate bond be damned. It made me into this mess — but my hatred for him burned even hotter. “Oh, sorry to burst your bubble, you ugly duck — but there will indeed be lots of sex between us. I’ll breed you — and fuck you until you bear me an heir. You’re nothing but a breeder to me. A child is all I want, and the only reason your head is still on your neck is because you are my mate. Make no mistakes — I’ll never love you. But I need a true mate to bring me a true heir. Understood?”

I finally managed to ask. "I have been searching for a breeder for a long time, someone who can provide me with the perfect offspring. When I saw you at the auction, I knew that you were the perfect match for me." I scoffed softly, feeling a mix of anger and fear. "Use me as a breeder, and then what? What happens when you finally have no use for me anymore? Will you just kill me? It's better if you just kill me now than force me into doing something I don't want to do."