Breeding Kinj Novels & Stories

"The physical toll alone...." "A Breeder's body is designed to handle that," one of the female wolves said, stepping forward. She was tall and lean, with striking silver eyes and dark hair braided with silver threads. "I am Alpha Kira of the Moonstone Pack. I've studied the old records. The last Breeder carried heirs from five different Alphas. She bore them in sequence, each pregnancy and birth spaced carefully to allow recovery time."

I said. "Do it," Sarah ordered and her voice had that alpha tone that made even me want to obey. Jax carefully handed the baby to the Broker who took him with one hand while keeping the knife at Sarah's throat with the other. "Beautiful," the Broker said and looked at our son with cold clinical eyes. "Strong heartbeat. Good lung capacity. This one will fetch a high price." "You're not selling my son," I said and felt my control slipping. "I'm selling both of them," the Broker said. "To the highest bidder. There's a pack in Russia that's been looking for alpha bloodlines. They'll pay millions."

"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."

But I already had a drowning feeling in my gut about what she would say. She looked at me like I was a mudhead, trying to make a scene without any reason. “You’ll be Alpha Kieran’s breeding slave,” she said indifferently. “Your job is to give birth of strong pups for the Shadowmoon clan.” Her words hit me like a punch in my gut. What did she mean? Breeding Slave… give birth… what did they want from me?! I gasped for a bit of air, my hands balled into fists, nails digging into my wet palms as my body shook. “No way… never,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I... I won’t accept this.”

The only noise that could be heard was the soft caw of birds and the chirping of crickets. The breeding house stood tall amid the rows of bungalows considered the breeding inns. The further they approached, Draken and Agolf saw Merisbeth males in their full shift with their wings jutting out and their skin scaly, standing in a queue, waiting to get a breeding card. Already, he could hear the spanking of skin-to-skin accompanied by the moans of the breeder as their clients took them into the rooms of the inn. Silently ignoring that, they reached the breeding house. Agolf walked forward and held the door open for Draken.

"The entire kingdom knows what you did. Do you honestly think becoming Lennox's breeder will make him forget that you killed his wife and unborn child?" My hands tightened around the bedsheet. "I didn't offer myself to him because I wanted to. I was sentenced to death, and becoming his breeder was the only way I could save my life." She let out a bitter laugh. "How convenient. You kill his wife, escape execution, and now you get to carry the next royal heir. Tell me, was that your plan all along?" "What? Of course not!" "Then why would Lennox agree to something so ridiculous?"

“I mean, I understand why they excommunicated themselves from them. There was infighting, battles for dominance, pretty strict rules about breeding and more sick shit.” “Breeding?” I repeat, disgusted at the terminology. “What the hell do you mean?” “The family forced pairing based on multiple factors. Intelligence. Dominance, purity of bloodlines, all in the hopes to have the strongest and most elite children. There are even some rumors of inbreeding in the family tree.” My lips curl. Disbelief, surprise, and revolution warring for the primary spot in my emotional state. What kind of people did that? “That explains why Kane was so unstable,” I say.

"Me? A Sea Folk? And you too?" "Yes. You're descended from the Sea Folk. I just don't know which clan you belong to yet." "If you don't know that, how can you be sure I'm the same as you?" "Your natural scent. The scent of the sea." Alex smiled faintly. "Since you've lived on land since birth, you can't tell the difference. But I was born in the sea. Whenever I meet humans, they smell different." "But I'm part of the Sanjaya family. I'm their niece. Are they Sea Folk too?"

She has royally spoiled those two. “Can those two understand us?” Killian asks. “In a sense, yes, the line of Sphynx they originate from was specially bred to deal with the supernatural. They are not afraid of any supernatural. There is also a line of savannah cats we breed for the same purpose.” Horatio explains.

Golden seat. I raised my head up as others did. I studied his face. Alpha Rafe. What an intimidating man. He looked like he was always angry about something. But then again, this whole charade would definitely bore him but it was like a tradition he couldn’t get rid off. Our kingdom’s pack was a special one because we couldn’t have true mates. No one knew why but that was how it was for years now.