Breeding My Daughter Novels & Stories

One evening, after Aiden had spent nearly three hours using me on the breeding bench, I lay in his arms completely spent, plugged and leaking. “I think I’m ready,” I whispered. “Ready for what?” he asked, stroking my back. “To stop pretending,” I said. “To accept that this is my life now. That being your live-in breeding boy is what I want more than anything else.” Aiden’s arms tightened around me possessively. “Then say it properly,” he commanded softly. I looked up at him, tears in my eyes but my voice steady. “I’m yours, Daddy. Completely. My body, my time, my future, they all belong to you now. I don’t want my old life back. I only want to be your breeding boy.”

“I don’t get you.” “You want me to repeat myself?” he asked then nodded. “Okay, I will. You see, I know your daughter is special. She is not like any other werewolf out there. I don’t know what she is but I know she is special and I want her to mate with my son. So, they have powerful children together and also in the process of mating, she can make my son stronger too.” Tory frowned her face in disgust. “You are crazy. I will never allow that.”

“But the Pawmoon Pack will pay good money for her. Alpha Ryder needs a breeder, and Amelia’s got the looks for it.” “It’s a good deal,” Dad said, like he was selling cattle, not his own daughter. “She’s nothing but trouble anyway.” I stood frozen outside the kitchen doorway, the ceramic cup slipping through my fingers and shattering at my feet. The sharp sound brought an abrupt silence, quickly replaced by heavy footsteps. My heart hammered as my father appeared, his expression dark with fury. “Please,” I begged, falling to my knees as terror choked my words. “Please don’t do this. I’ll be good, I swear—”

My eyes skimmed through the ridiculous approved or disapproved list until I got to one that made me sick to my stomach. ‘Aria Morgan will give birth to Dane Holden’s heir. She agrees to undergo testing to ensure her body is capable of carrying and birthing said heir.’ I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Not a person. Not only was I being forced into signing my life away but would also have to provide an heir… “What will you choose? Your life or the little bitch’s?” The word struck harder than a slap. It took a considerable amount of restraint to refrain from snarling at him. How could a father call his own six-year-old daughter a little bitch? Not to mention selling off his other daughter.

She didn’t even let her daughter say a word or maybe Roxanne was silent on her will because she knew her mother would handle things better. I cannot read minds, but I can surely tell when somebody is pretending to be someone they are not. “So I decided to come with her. you see, my daughter is a bit special what I call her so I have to be very cautious of her. See what happened when I let her wander off my sight last night, she lost her virginity and her chance to feel her first time mating with someone who can only feel the mate bond before they mate. Now sadly enough, the guy was too drunk to even hold my daughter and let her know that he remembers feeling the mate bond,” the way she said

As he continues to suck on her soft spot and thrust hard into her, he gets lost in his thoughts about his fated mate. He already had three sons, and he had lost his fated mate and daughter during childbirth three years prior. However, now with his youngest son turning 18 and after spending time with her, it has made him realise that he still wants a daughter. Now, being an Alpha, he had the right to visit the Omega Breeding Centre; however, though he feels ready to try for a daughter again, he didn’t want his daughter to be mothered by just a random unknown Omega; he only wants her with Isadora...

A bit unthoughtful of them, but Ragnar knew that they were right—he definitely needs an heir. He had a five–years daughter with Francia and after her birth, they continued to try for a child but they all ended in miscarriages. He tried with other women; beautiful women, princesses and alpha’s daughters—all virgins. He disvirgined them, impregnated them and once the pregnancy came to a month, she would have a miscarriage. Over the past three years, he has tried with twenty–five women and none of them worked. Well, lady twenty-six was on her way.

"Oh yeah, you like that don't you, like the idea of me breeding you, again. I tried to detach myself, to not feel the pull of her pussy, or the way my heart beat rapidly at being this close to her again. I refused to kiss her even though I knew how much she likes that. Instead I licked the spilt milk from her chest and sucked her tits until I'd had my fill while her pussy tried to pull the cum from my balls as she came a fuck load on my cock. I could get used to the taste of her, better leave some for my daughter though.

As I ran in wolf form I had one thought on my mind, as much as I am ready to have Amaya as my mate I’m not ready to trust newbreeders. My mother was a newbreeder. My father was going to be alpha and had not found his mate yet so he had to marry his step-inmate Marie and they fell in love. By the time he meet my mother he had already had my two older sisters with his step-inmate, and he tried to have a relationship with my mother. She was in love with him but my father was torn between the two. They had me and I was crowned future alpha because I was born from the pack’s true luna and alpha. My mother tried to raise me as my father was with his step-in mate but it only hurt my mother. One day

He took ahold of my hair, grabbing it at the nape of my neck and making me mewl as he pulled on it, hard. "Daddy's gonna breed you, babygirl," he whispered in the shell of my ear, and I squirmed under his needy fingers. "Daddy's gonna put a baby in your belly tonight." "Fuck," I breathed, trying not to gasp as I took deep gulps of air. "Don’t curse. Good girls don’t curse,” he said, grabbing my ass so hard it hurt a little. “Do you want that?" His voice was gentle as he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock. "Do you want Daddy to breed you, Zelda?"