Novel & Cerita Breeding Mom Stories

Mom said, "That's how you know it's real. That bond is no joke." We walk out of the tailor's room, and I say, "What did you need me for?" She laughed and said, "I got caught up in all the mate talk that I forgot to ask you if you would be willing to carry Brenna and Ity to Alpha Damien's tomorrow?" I said, "Sure. They're wanting to go with us?" Mom said, "I swear, they are so attached the twins, I would be surprised if a mate isn't among at least one of them." I laugh and say, "We could end up being overrun by wolves." Mom laughed and said, "If it's fate, I don't mind." I said, "Me neither."

A single mother of two noted as new to Portland, nature lover, career-oriented, and creative. Well, at least we could share parenting stories. I won’t hold my breath that this would lead to anything. ‘Hello, EMomma? I have no idea what I’m doing on this app. So pardon the awkward greeting.’ I frowned at the message but hit send anyway.

Mom said, her voice shaky as she wiped her tears. “What?” Dad and I asked simultaneously, both eager to know what Mom wanted to say. Mom swallowed hard, struggling to talk. “The day we sent Emelia away, I prepared food for her and added some drugs.” “What drugs?” Dad asked with wide eyes. “Abortion drugs. I swear that's all I added, but she suddenly claimed that it was poison and brought me a doctor’s report.” Her grip tightened on my hand, and she trembled. “Mary, Leonard, I really didn't put any poison in her food, but she has been threatening me with it.”

Kenzie commented as she flipped through the doll. "This doll was made and sewn by Mommy herself as my fourth birthday present." Alea proudly told her story and it made Kenzie stay where she was. There was a strange feeling in her heart as she heard Alea's story.

She has come to watch warrior training, cheering us on as if it was a competition. I tried to keep my distance from her to not encourage her behaviour but she was undeterred. Seemingly Dad was also getting quite fed up with her. Mom was deflated. She had run around catering to her needs as much as she could to help her with her grief. But watching her try and seduce her mate had left her frustrated. Desperate to claim Dad as her mate she tried to poison Mom with Night Blooming Jasmine. How Mom survived we will never know. I want to believe it was divine intervention of the Goddess combined with my mother being a strong woman mated to a very strong and powerful Alpha.

so he is also affectionate? "However, rules are rules. You give us babies and walk away with a huge sum of money that's gonna last you a lifetime." his words are accompanied by countless low angry growls. What does he mean by give them babies? I stare at my mum in confusion but she isn't looking at me. I am only seventeen. Is this the breeding sh*t they were talking about yesterday? They want to turn me into a breeder? F*ck,no. I squeeze my mom's hand when I feel her anger rising.

Daycare was expensive but I made it work—cutting corners everywhere else. Money remained tight, so I built something that was truly mine. It started as a small blog and online community called Voss Maternal Support. Late at night, after Jordan was asleep, I poured my heart into honest posts about postpartum recovery, the raw struggles of breastfeeding, affordable nutrition on a budget, and the silent battles with anxiety and loneliness that no one talks about. These were the things I had desperately needed but never received in Damien’s cold world. My growing medical knowledge gave the content credibility. Slowly, women began reaching out. They paid for personalized virtual consults and down

When I saw the look on Hailey's face, I quickly hurried after them. However, as I reached the stairwell corner, I heard Mom speaking proudly to her in a bright, satisfied voice. "Finally, we can dump Caroline, that burden! She actually thinks I'd help her with treatment? I wish she'd drop dead!" Mom affectionately patted Hailey's hand, and her eyes gleamed. "Hailey, haven't you always liked Ashton Lloyd? Now that Caroline is sick and probably doesn't have much time left, you'll finally get her boyfriend."

But when it came to me, she told me, "Your dad divorced me because we didn't have a son! You must give Grayson a boy!" Her life was split in two. She kept the best for herself and left all the hardship to me. I was a fool to see through her only when it was already too late. … After finishing the call, Mom went out in high spirits. Before long, she returned, carrying several large bags. She muttered to herself, "This bag of acidic ingredients is for Grayson, and this alkaline one is for Beatrice. Within six months, they will surely give me a precious grandson."

I finally managed to ask. "I have been searching for a breeder for a long time, someone who can provide me with the perfect offspring. When I saw you at the auction, I knew that you were the perfect match for me." I scoffed softly, feeling a mix of anger and fear. "Use me as a breeder, and then what? What happens when you finally have no use for me anymore? Will you just kill me? It's better if you just kill me now than force me into doing something I don't want to do."