Breed Novels & Stories

He was a slice-their-throat-in-the-dark animal, and he fully admitted to it. For ten years he had connived to ensure that he and his people were part of the recognized Breed society. He was, after all, a man who liked to be on the winning side. Breed freedom was the winning side. But now, the stakes had been raised. Because of his mate. Hell, he’d never caught so much as a whiff of information about mating heat between Breeds and their lovers. Who could have imagined that the Breed genetics would turn against them in such a way and would torture their females as it

You named her. "Wow, she's so beautiful, Dad? What breed of dog is this? " "Maltese. " "Wow, her fur is very smooth and long. " I chuckled when Sander just looked at the puppy Dad holding with his eyes wide open. "Sander, do you like her or not? " Dad asked, and it snapped Sander from his trance. "I like her so much, Dada. Thank you so much, Dada."He sobbed and wrapped his arms around Dad's neck and peppered his face with kisses.

And amidst this grand procession, the essence of everyday life intertwined with the profound bond that held this pack together. The morning breeze carried not only the crisp fragrance of dew on freshly-cut grass but also the shared respect and dedication that flowed effortlessly among the pack members. Each greeting, no matter how small, carried the weight of camaraderie that echoed the profound unity of this pack. With each salutation, the pack house came alive, a symphony of loyalty and devotion, resonating through the ethereal tapestry of their shared existence.

He looked up at them and asked, “Where exactly am I anyway?” Cowboy shot a look at his angry companion and then turned back to Blade. “You’re at the Breed’s compound.” Blade really felt confused by this. “Breeds? What is that?” “It’s an MC, asshole. My MC.” Breed growled. “One you tried to burn to the ground not so long ago.” The glass slipped from his hand and dropped onto the bed as he stared at Breed in shock. Again, the man called Cowboy, who seemed to be a doctor, reached for his wrist.

Adrienne forced her wolf to go faster, despite the fact that they were already at a speed that would make that almost impossible to catch for regular werewolves. But this wasn't a regular werewolf pack, Adrienne reminded herself. This was Blood Moon. The pack of the Alpha King. He wouldn't have just regular werewolves working for him. No. He would have the very best. And though Adrienne didn't know if she was important enough to warrant a pursuit with his best trackers and warriors, she wasn't planning on staying to find out. The words of that female werewolf rang in her head over and over again like a broken record.

Ten months and a pup, and after that I would be free. Yes, I thought, I was finally ready to be a breeder… Alpha Kieran’s breeder!

“Excellent. She was chosen for exactly this purpose, Damien. Clean bloodline, no powerful connections, desperate enough to sign anything we put in front of her, and clearly fertile. You needed a proper breeding vessel for a worthy Blackthorne heir. Nothing more. Don’t start getting soft on me now.” My blood turned to ice in my veins. “A breeding vessel?” Damien let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine. “Soft? Don’t insult me, Victor. She knows her place perfectly. Once she delivers a healthy child—preferably a son—the real purpose of this contract is fulfilled. After that… we’ll see. Keep pushing th

Breed Me, Daddy Alpha: The Hollow Dynasty Chapter 35: The Joint Coronation The third branch’s registration completed on a Thursday. Seven names entered into the official pack registry. Unaffiliated no longer. After one hundred and thirty-one years in the margins of official record, the founding matriarch’s hidden line had a formal existence. Elder Wren called Nova when the confirmation came through. “It’s done,” she said. Her voice was the specific warmth of an eighty-year-old woman checking the last item off a list she had been keeping since before most people in this conversation were born.

Probably writing some caption about #blessed #newmom #perfectlife. The baby is still crying. Jade ignores her. Keeps typing. I should look away. Should leave before she sees me. But I can't stop watching. A man jogs up. Marcus. He's in workout clothes. Must've been out for a run. He looks at the crying baby, then at Jade. I can't hear what they're saying but I can read Jade's body language. Defensive. Annoyed. She gestures at the baby like she's a problem to solve.

I look at the clock that shows ten o'clock in the morning, I get out of bed stretching and go to the bathroom where I relieve myself and then I take a quiet shower. It's a good thing I'm going to college tomorrow, otherwise, I would have been late. I get out in my towel and rummage through my closet for what I'm going to wear today. I decide on sportswear, which consists of black Nike tights, a black sports top, a white sweatshirt, and my white sneakers. I comb my hair and do some boxer braids.