Breeding My Daughter Novels & Stories

Kael’s POV The room was suffocating. My father’s words still echoed in my mind, sharp and cruel as a blade. “Finally, I will have a son who isn’t satisfied with being an ordinary Beta.” His disdain for me had always been clear, but this… This was a new low. My gaze fell on the girl before me, the so-called "breeder" he’d dragged into our home like a prized possession. She was trembling, her wide, frightened eyes fixed on the floor, too scared to meet my gaze. Her vulnerability twisted something deep inside me.

When I came to my senses… he was still inside me, still moving, still talking. “Gonna fill this womb right here in my room,” he growled, his voice strained. “Gonna breed my friend’s daughter where no one can hear her scream. You want that, baby? Want Daddy to put a baby in you while you’re tied up and crying?” “Yes.. yes, breed me. Please….. cum inside me—”

“I’m your worthless cumrag. My only purpose is to be bred by you. Please let me cum!” I finally drove into her, fucking her through multiple forced orgasms. “Call me husband now,” I demanded. “Yes, husband! Breed me, husband!” she cried, her small body convulsing as I pumped load after load deep into her unprotected womb. The breeding roleplay hit her hard—creampie after creampie, my cum overflowing from her pussy as she thanked me for erasing the old Noelle. By the final week, the transformation was complete. No resistance remained. She moved with eager submission, her eyes lighting up when I entered the room. The broken girl had become my devoted daughter-wife, genuinely believing this was

My father flinched, surprised by the violence of my reaction. "Damn it, Dilan! I know you don't agree with me interfering, but this girl is perfect. She's beautiful, purebred, daughter of the Alpha of the Northern Pack. Her children will have unbeatable lineage. Besides..." “Enough, Father! I won't listen to another word!” I shouted, turning my back on him to leave the room before I lost control and transformed right there. “You can't turn your back on me, Dilan!” he yelled, trying to use his authority as my father.

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

Not even close. “So what, you just decided you needed someone more like you?” she barked, her voice rising higher, laced with venom. “You wanted a like-person-wolf-thing to match your own freak-show genes? Is that it? So you picked your daughter’s age mate?! Are you fucking insane?! You chose a child, Damon!” She stepped closer. “You must be sick, Damon!” she shrieked. “Fucking sick! You want to talk about the Moon Goddess and fated mates and all that werewolf destiny bullshit? Fine. Say whatever you want. But that girl’s eighteen! And you’re like old enough to birth her!

'What do you want with her or more accurately, what do you want to do with her? 'Nothing, just to make her mine... my own daughter, I mean. You know I lost my daughter, some years ago and do not have any child of my own. I have tried to get pregnant but it has not been possible. I do not want a male, I always wanted a daughter!'

"What does he want with me and my children?" "He wants your daughters to breed with." The little girl said so causally. Did she know what "breeds with" means? "What?" I said in shock. This Alpha pervert was a fucking creep. "You're more powerful than any other werewolf. My father hopes your daughters will be strong Alpha females. He tried taking many before, but their children were just wolves, or worse, like me. They didn't take the Lycan gene. He thinks your daughters will be strong enough though."

She is after all the one who is pregnant with them and the one who has to give birth to them. "What are we going to name these pups?" I asked. "Bethany, Lola, and Tina," Cassie said as she held our new daughter. "Those are perfect names for these beauties," I said. I was terrified right now because a new Omega scent had crossed my nose. One of my new pups was an Omega. I didn't like this because this is why I attempted to reject Cassie as my mate. I knew that an Omega passes on the Omega gene to at least one of their daughters. I didn't know how I was going to choose whether one of my daughters was a breeder or a slave to the pack. Either way, it is a terrible fate. One the she-wol

– she pushes the form to the middle of the workbench – A dog, a family, children. I rest my forefinger under her chin, lifting her face up until I can see all of it. I also want her to see me. Do I look like someone who will drive a sedan, drive the kids to school, and then spend eight straight hours in an office? - Do not answer. Not because I can't, but because I don't want to. I would be a good father for sure. I'm good at everything I set out to do. However, the idea of breeding someone who will spend my money and take up my time is disappointing.