Breeding Kinj Novels & Stories

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

Lilith made her entrance and Ragnar beheld her beauty. She was in a sexy attire, alluring yet regal. It accentuated her curves and the neckline dipped low enough to show a fair amount of her breasts, leaving little to the imagination. "My Lord," she greeted with a bow, a smile curving her lips. The impregnating is usually done by artificial insemination all the time, but Ragnar always enjoyed having a taste of the girl beforehand—after all, she had to be disvirgined as giving birth as a virgin would be quite painful.

KILLIAN I whirled the amber liquid in the glass while sitting in my study. My wedding was tomorrow, and it surprised even me. What was I doing? Why was I getting married to an Omega? She was only supposed to be a breeder. I don’t even know if the child she carries is mine.

I was excited to see him, I never knew the king had a family except for his dead parents. "You're his breeder." He said again, "Just get ready to leave this pack by tomorrow, I'll make sure to provide anything you want so long as you turn down Asher's order of being his breeder." What's the meaning of this? Is he trying to betray his brother through me? "Ummm…" I swallowed deeply. "I'm sorry, but I can't leave. We already agreed on this, and I won't want to disappoint him."

Dilo growled, her usual scowl turned to be more thoughtful, “Isn’t that the progeny from a dragon taking a mate of another kind other than their own?” “It is indeed,” Kiri smiled, a little impressed she knew, “They take the main form of whatever non-dragon race the parent is, with a skill of their parent dragon. They became rare as dragons started to lose interest in the other races, and once the dragonkin mated again, some offspring did not even look dragon-touched, but some took on the form of drakken.”

I found Verona standing close to my bed, and she gave me an appraising look. “Good. They fit. I knew they would.” “These dresses—” She raised a hand and I fell silent. “Every breeder in the country wears these dresses. It’s standard uniform.” “But the design—” Verona once more interrupted me. “Easy access. Yes. That’s the whole point of being a breeder. You might find this harsh, but we’re complying to the rules of the king here. If you’re not wearing this, you’re not a breeder, and you were registered as one, so we’d be breaking the rules. Do you understand?”

Maybe a second chance for a mate since I got rejected the last time, but definitely not an heir. It is forbidden. Our side and their side don't mix— not in that way. Not after what that human hunter did to me, to my family. He is the reason for my predicament and there's absolutely no way I would let that slide and now I keep having this dream about this girl from Homines. What is even the point of mating me with someone else when I am just three years away from my death.

I asked. “Yes,” she smiled gleefully. “She is having twins!” Twins? I wanted to scream— excitement? Fear? I really couldn’t say but I just wanted to scream. “Isn’t Maverick an alpha?” I asked. If the twins wanted to be a pain, then I guess Maverick could use his Alpha authority and speed up the process. Alpha breeders had it rough, they needed the presence of their masters just to bring a child into the world. The reason their body was structured this way still beats me.

My heart sank knowing I wasn't going there for anything good but yo be a breeding wolf to produce Children. The words made my skin crawl and want to tear apart. I knew what it meant, knew what I'd be expected to do with the one I would be sold to. I'd be nothing more than a broodmare, forced to produce pups for the pack's benefit and not for mine. My mind raced, trying to think of a way out of all this, but I knew it was futile and it wouldn't just work at all. My father had made up his mind already, and I was nothing more than a pawn to him since he hated me.

“A while back, I got a breeder—” “Breeder number what?” I asked him. It was a method of identification he once used the close time when we were having some random discussion. He looked glad for a bit then replied, “Breeder number two. She was from a little pack that was troubled by savages. After helping them defeat their attackers, the alpha gave away one of the daughters of his breeders as mine. It was great, you know. She was the first breeder I didn’t personally go in search of, rather she was kind of given to me as a thank you and all.”