Breeding Kinj Novels & Stories

Kaneki asks. Although I have never done any study for genetic engineering, I learned as a child that a good rodeo bull has a chance of his son being a good jumper too, and with studies by our veterinarians we started using insemination for a greater chance of champion bulls. Tsunami and Destroyer are the first generation like this, both sons of Drilling, the bull I learned to ride and that's why both are mine. But they are not the only ones, because a cow was also born, Kokio, who already had two heifers that are of calving age, Butterfly, daughter of Tsunami and Sunflower’s daughter of Destroyer, and finally had Storn, the son of Tsunami, who in two years will be tested to see if he receive

“—Seven female omegas, unmarked, unclaimed, between the ages of 19 and 23. Registered under the breeder clause for repopulation purposes.” The word hit me like a whip across the back. “Breeders?” I echoed. Quiet. Dangerous. Danil paused. “Yes, Alpha.” My body moved before my thoughts caught up. In a flash of air, I crossed the room with my wolf speed, grabbed the front of Danil’s shirt and slammed him against the wall so hard the portraits rattled off their nails. He choked out a breath, stunned. His eyes widened as I pressed him into the stone, my grip vice-like, my eyes burning.

She didn’t have the slightest wish of living in peace here, did she? “Tell me, breeder, what is the penalty for failing to fulfill a breeder’s duties?” I wanted her to say the words herself. She would be more familiar with the rules than me. It’s from her pack, after all. “The alpha’s breeder is a branded slave who must warm his bed to his satisfaction. She is not allowed to waste the seeds of the alpha by consuming any concoctions that stop pregnancy. In a given time, the breeder must provide pups for the alpha. Failure to do so…” I felt her tremble at this point, and I could tell my wait was worth it. All that explanation meant nothing to me. I only wanted her to get to this part.

"Yes, and we need to be careful. If Keiran is planning to overthrow Kael again, we don't want to get caught in this. Keiran is not one to play by the rules and what better way to end an alpha than to kill his pups?” “Oh.” Was all that came out of my mouth. Shortly after, the breeders all left the room and I was alone. I pace back and forth in my small room, trying to process what I heard. Keiran's return, his plans to overthrow Kael even if it means killing or using his breeders... it's too much to take in. I know I have to act fast, but what can I do? I stop pacing and take a deep breath. I need to talk to Kael. I need to propose an alliance. This would be the only way imma get some respect

She dropped her eyes back to the page. "Frequency of coupling shall be determined by the Sire based on the Designate's fertile windows, not to exceed once per day during non-fertile periods." Her voice went flat. This was unbelievable. "The Designate acknowledges that her primary value to the pack lies in her primal gene and her ability to produce heirs of sufficient magical potency." She stopped reading. Her hands were shaking, she pressed the page against her thigh to still them. "That's enough." she said. This was absurd, she couldn't keep reading.

Kenzo stated bluntly. His voice lacked any trace of his usual chaotic humour. It was a dark, territorial growl. He stared right at Flora. "She's exactly our bride. She's our future Luna. And she's definitely going to be the mother of our pups." My heart stopped. I couldn't pull a single breath of oxygen into my lungs. He just announced I was going to breed his entire pack right in front of a girl from my math class. I wanted the floor to totally swallow me whole. I was humiliated.

"Good. I will not dress you for a ceremony that is only another cage with flowers. I will dress you for a standing." The house moved. Not into panic. Into preparation. Marcus issued formal notice to allied lines and internal ranks: a permanent mating ceremony under the coming full moon between Damien Voss and Monalisa, royal-line woman of maternal Voss blood, by mutual consent and open witness. The language was careful. It had to be. Too many wolves remembered sealed corridors and forced marks. Daylight was the point.