Breeding Kinj Novels & Stories

"Because I'm just the breeder you bought from my father to give you pups? Is that why you got so mad?" I froze. Kyle growled in my head. I hated hearing her call herself a breeder. It sounded like the contract her father forced her to sign. "You think I care about a piece of paper?" I asked. My voice went low as I stepped closer to her. Her scent was making it hard for me to keep my distance. "You think this is just about an heir?"

“And you should fear me because for now, you belong to me” She swallowed nervously and a sly grin formed at the edge of my lips. “Considering how frightened you are, I can only promise you one thing if you fail to conceive, then you will be free to leave!” Her eyes sparkled with hope and it made me crave the urge to shatter that hope or something. However, what she failed to understand was that I concealed the actual reason I required a breeder. The cruel truth of my existence was that I had been cursed by the moon goddess because I fell in love with someone other than my destined mate.

I pressed my lips together. They were paired with selected human females — not for companionship, the record was careful to clarify, but for reproduction. The goal was to maintain and grow the human population at a rate sufficient to meet pack breeding demands. Once the contribution phase was complete, males were transferred directly to labor assignments. Transfer is permanent, the record noted. Contact between male contributors and their offspring or female counterparts is neither facilitated nor permitted, as emotional attachment represents a management risk. I sat very still. Elijah had been through this.

“Most new omegas cry or fight during their first breeding. You took all five of us like you were born for pack cock.” I whimpered softly, nuzzling closer to his warm chest. “It felt… so good. I’ve never felt anything like that.” One of his brothers, the silver-streaked one named Ronan, walked beside us and gently stroked my thigh. “That’s because you’re ours now. Your body knows it. Your heat called us, and we answered. Tonight we’re taking you home to the den, where we can properly claim and breed you for days.” Another brother, the youngest-looking one with bright green eyes named Finn, grinned. “You’re going to be so full by the time we’re done with you, your belly will look like you’re a

“But…” Breed paused to turn around. “I want you to make sure Kizzy is… taken care of.” Breed felt shocked by this and he now he looked shocked as well. “I thought you hated her?” Brian looked uncomfortable. “She didn’t inherit my greedy nature. She’s…” “Pure?” Breed met his gaze. “Good, all the way through? Sweet, caring, wonderful!” He now glared at him. “Yeah,” Brian admitted. “I used her as a pawn, just like I did Joey and everyone else that crossed my path. But she never turned. Always gave everything she had—”

"Don't let the bones fool you. The breeder pens feed them lean. Less meat, more value when the pups take." My blood ran cold. Breeder. I knew the word. We all did. Breeders didn't serve in kitchens. They didn't clean floors or scrub boots. They were bought for one purpose, locked in a bed until they swelled with pups. Wolves needed heirs, and wolves bred true only when the bloodlines were strong. Humans, though weaker, were useful. Our wombs stretched. Our bodies bent. And we didn't have a say. The crowd stilled. The air shifted. A presence slid over the room, heavy as shadow. My skin prickled. Even before I saw him, I felt him.

I said. He did not pretend surprise. “Yes.” “The three-year term. The breeding requirement. The clause.” I held his gaze. “I lost the pregnancy. I nearly died. You stayed through the worst of it and answered a question about fear with the truth. None of that is written into the terms as an exit.” “No.”

No - Breeding her. James, face dripping with sweat from his hard beat, growled above her. "I'm gonna breed you tonight, Kiana." It wasn't a question, Kiana knew. It was a fact. At that moment, Kiana wouldn't resist herself any longer. They wouldn't let her plead or beg or escape - they all wanted her, so they all took her like James was taking her now. They took her like animals, like she was an animal. An animal in heat, an animal to breed. Kiana knew that she was their plaything, their pet, their bitch in heat.

"Have you been listening at all?" "No." I said under my breath, toying with the silk of my emerald-green evening gown under the table. He hadn't heard me. "Your breeder. He has been chosen. Quite a process—" He rattled on and on about the significance and the history behind the event. A male breeder was unheard of, he said. So rare that no one alive today would have borne witness to such a notion. Breeders were always women. They almost always came from dire situations, regardless of their status within their packs. My mother had been a breeder and an Alpha's daughter. She shared her entire story with me when the details of my future were being pieced together.

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.