Breed Novels & Stories

She didn't fear death. "Maybe I will make you a breeder for our clan first." He tried instead. She just smirked. "Is that a threat? I thought breedmates were honored and respected or did you finally realize those three terms don't go hand in hand?" "A breeder and a breedmate are two different things." Of course, it sounded the same to humans. "Let me guess." She said taking a step back. "A breeder is only used to breed but a breedmate is someone who is your mate but you a

" It was then that Helena emerged, not only with the adoption papers but holding aloft a pile of dog breed encyclopedias, a clipboard, and a fuzzy squeaky lobster toy. "I took the liberty of shortening it to three breeds," she declared. "A golden retriever for loyalty, a beagle for comedic relief, or a shiba inu because they literally look like they've been judging you since birth." Vandaulf arched an eyebrow. "Do you want us to get a dog or produce a sitcom?" "I want a pup with attitude," Helena said, placing the pile on the table with a clang. "Ideally one that will growl at someone just considering double-crossing my granddau

I had to tell Brian. “Maybe that’s all this is then,” Brian guesses. “You feel anxious because you’re so far away and don’t have the bond to rely on, and the absence of the connection is driving your wolf to distraction. Also given the fact that she wasn't aware of her real self until now, it shows that her wolf will still be weak, plus she's pregnant"

“I'll ask her in the morning.” “That's mine.” “It's my kitchen.” “It's my body.” I held my hand out. “Give it back.” He looked at my hand. Then he took the card back out and set it on the table in front of me, and I realized I had just won something small and I had no idea why he'd let me. “It's standard for the breeding program,” he said finally. “Don't call it that.” “That is what the agreement calls it.”

Sophia's POV I stood there, momentarily frozen as he glared at me like I was garbage. “Breeding vessel...” My mouth opened before I could stop it. “Luca, I won't pretend to understand that because...” Slap. My head snapped to the side so fast I saw stars, and the taste of blood filled my mouth where my tooth cut my cheek. “Run your fucking mouth at me again,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet, “and see what happens. You're nothing but a fucking breeder. So do your job and shut up.”

"Garrick, calm down and listen to me, I am fine now." "Vanya, the doctor explained everything while you were unconscious, even though you inherited our mother's powerful fox abilities, that was never the true source of your pain, Garrick explained, his voice shaking with anger. Fox's naturally have smooth, easy births, but because Kaelven belongs to the lycan family, carrying their cub means going through painful labor." What are you talking about, Garrick, get to the point.

I'd heard about them the ones who hunted breeders and sold them to the highest bidder. “A breeder,” one said, kneeling down. Yellow teeth. Scar across his nose. “Alone. What are the odds?” “She's pretty.” Another one, younger, dead eyes. “The southern camps pay good money for pretty breeders.” “Rylan's pack is north.” The third one, older, grey in his beard. “What's a Rylan breeder doing out here?” “Don't know. Don't care.” Yellow Teeth grabbed the net. Shook it. I thrashed. He laughed.