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Sky: oh, there they are Zendaya: so umm, who wants to know about the origin of hybrid Sky: do you mind? Zendaya: so since we're all here, why don't we just pay attention. the offspring of two animals or plants of different breeds, varieties, species, or genera, especially as produced through human manipulation for specific genetic characteristics. a person or group of persons produced by the interaction or crossbreeding of two unlike cultures, traditions, etc. anything derived from heterogeneous sources, or composed of elements of different or incongruous kinds:a hybrid of the academic and business worlds.

"I'm sure Prince Galan has kept her busy." Halturian chuckles as he replies. "I'll bet he has." I absently rub my bump as I say. "I am ready to go home now, though; I want to speak to the council about the relocation project." Halturian raises his eyebrows as he says. "Relocation project? What happened to the breeding project?" I giggle as I reply. "Well, I think it's safe to say the Altundral Men definitely don't need an artificial womb to make a baby."

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

A flush crept over her skin, uninvited and electric. “There is to be absolutely no breeding during that time,” he added, tone flat and non-negotiable. That word. Breeding. It sent a shiver through her, visceral and uninvited. Her thighs pressed together without thinking. And yet… it was accurate, wasn’t it? That was what they were discussing. What they intended. No medical metaphors or vague euphemisms could disguise the raw reality of it. There was no other word for what they wanted her for.

The man I knew was gone and only the beast was left. ​"You did this to yourself, half-breed," he spat. The way he said half breed felt like a slap. "When I'm finished with Ezekiel, I'll deal with you. And that... thing inside you? I'll get rid of it." ​My stomach dropped. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to protect my tiny, unborn child. But he wasn't done. ​"Once that mistake is gone, you will do what you were born to do," he said, his voice savage and low. "You are my breeder and I will make sure you give me a real heir."

He fucked her hard and deep, hand wrapped around her throat, whispering filthy breeding commands with every thrust. “This pussy belongs to Daddy. I’m going to fill you up every night until you’re carrying my child. You’re mine to breed, princess.” Monalisa came hard, her body shaking violently beneath him. Something strange flared inside her again, that same unexplained heat but she pushed the confusing feeling away. Damien roared and emptied himself deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot cum. Afterward, as they lay tangled in the sheets, Damien stroked her hair almost tenderly.

“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 the board hard on the succession clause. I’m not letting my empire

I muttered. “You asked why I bought you? well, Amelia… I have purchased you as a breeder, I believe you have inherited some special genes from your father which can only be activated in a male son, so I want you to bore me an heir, I want you to make me a powerful baby and help me secure my throne.” He announced. There was silence between us and then I burst into laughter, trying not to bury my face in the dish. The irony of it all! From a maltreated lost orphan Princess to a Breeder for the Alpha King.

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,”

“What does he want now? Another apology laced with justifications?” Daniel gave a half-shrug. “He wants you to prepare.” “Prepare?” My voice cracked. “For what?”He hesitated. “Company.” he said softly,I blinked. “What kind of company?” He cleared his throat, gaze dipping slightly. “The breeders. From West Reign. They’ll be arriving soon.” I stared at him, unblinking, The room suddenly felt too small. “Breeders?” I repeated, voice sharp enough to cut stone. “I thought he burned that contract.”