Breeding Mom Stories Novels & Stories

"What do you want to know?" "Everything. How did you meet? How you fell in love. What they were like when no one else was watching." So Mom talked. Told stories I had heard before and some I had not. About Ross's terrible jokes and Myron's steady patience. Their ridiculous competitions and passionate arguments. She laughed while crying. Smiled through pain. And slowly the stories brought her back to herself. Not healed but remembering why she loved them. Why their loss mattered so much. Ember told Mom about her new relationship. A kind werewolf from a neighbouring pack who treated her like she hung the moon.

I groaned, “Every dream has a purpose, my Darling” Mum has always been superstitious. She’s a Were equivalent of a highly religious human. She gives thanks to the Moon Goddess and believes all the legends and stories, even about True Mates, blessed wolves, and all that stuff. She teaches a class for the young pups about our histories and legends. I adore my mum, she’s the greatest one there is.

Growing up, I had driven past that town for trips out of state, but never found a reason to stop before. Her mom was from Japan, and she had just gotten back from a trip visiting her. When she arrived, her father had signed her up for the breeding program without her knowing; so males had come in the middle of the night to take her away to their ‘special training program’ as her father had told her when they hauled her away.

"You want to talk about strength, Brittany? Let's talk about it." The room went silent, everyone recognizing the dangerous edge in Mom's tone. "I was an omega," Mom said clearly, her eyes fixed on Brittany. "Did you know that? I was smaller than Sera. Weaker. More afraid. And wolves like you made my life hell." Brittany's mouth opened and closed, confusion flickering across her face. "But I survived," Mom continued, moving closer to Brittany with slow, deliberate steps. "I survived the bullying, the harassment, the 'accidents' that sent me to the hospital. I survived an alpha's rejection. And do you know what I learned?"

Lilian looked absolutely devastated and furious as she said, “With her mother’s money, Trinity treated my son like her personal doormat. She played with his feelings and slept with him. When she got bored, she tried to toss him aside like yesterday’s trash! “When we found out she was pregnant, I thought she might settle down and do the right thing. But who could’ve expected her to be so vile and ruthless?! She abandoned that baby in a toilet and just let it die!” At that point, she was crying uncontrollably. “That’s my own grandson! He’s a living person!” The comments hurling insults at Trinity increased tremendously. [Are you kidding me?! Is she even human?! Trinity belongs in hell for this

Sera had never believed she'd find one. Twenty-one years old. Orphaned at twelve when her mother died in a rogue attack. Raised as a servant in the Ironwood kitchens, scrubbing floors and mending linens. Her wolf was quiet, she was small; an omega of the lowest tier. She'd been told her bloodline was weak, diluted, and defective. The elders said defected omegas didn't get mates. They got sold to neighboring packs as breeders or servants. So when the magic hit her she almost fell to her knees.

"With a million dollars, I can find plenty of girls to be the breeder but I thought you needed it most, so I offered. But since you're just an ungrateful b*tch. Then get lost." I was left rooted as his words left me speechless. I do need money and need to get myself out of here with my mother. But carrying a child for someone else...how could I know it was not another trick? 'NO! What the f*ck are you thinking, Crystal? The Moon Goddess is the only one who can give us a mate. It's a betrayal of the Goddess!' C*ssie hissed at me but suddenly I heard Bracky's furious tone.

When I said nothing, he continued, “I’ll be hosting a party when the Grims and their joke of an Alpha return next week. We will provide the food, and they will provide the females. The Grims are said to produce excellent breeders.” I bit back a disgusted grimace. I could feel my anger rising. How dare he talk about breeders this way? They were people too, even though most packs treated them as nothing but slaves. My mother had been a breeder, and the only thing she had done to deserve being sold to my father was being born poor.

I smiled and nodded, “I would appreciate that.” Mom is Native American. Dad found her on a reservation and they had to have a Native wedding. Dad even had to change her before they were allowed to leave so that the tribe could bless both of their wolves. Mom is a real Luna. She is just like Jessie and my mate. Selfless, kind, and generous. A mother to the pack. I watched as mom put her hand on my mate’s forehead and started praying with her eyes closed and her lips moving. I smiled as she started praying aloud and a chant started leaving her lips. I loved the rhythm of it.

" I hugged Mom while Les hugged Dad. Mom held me close, closer than ever. She pressed her hips against mine. I couldn't help it, my cock grew as Mom put her mouth to my ear, touched it with her tongue, and whispered, "We still want grandchildren,"