Breeding Novels & Stories

Lilith made her entrance and Ragnar beheld her beauty. She was in a sexy attire, alluring yet regal. It accentuated her curves and the neckline dipped low enough to show a fair amount of her breasts, leaving little to the imagination. "My Lord," she greeted with a bow, a smile curving her lips. The impregnating is usually done by artificial insemination all the time, but Ragnar always enjoyed having a taste of the girl beforehand—after all, she had to be disvirgined as giving birth as a virgin would be quite painful.

She insisted, rolling her eyes as she pulled away. Reid scrunched up his face as he scratched the back of his head in angst. “It’s complicated, Bri. Our father drilled it into us that mates make us weak and should only be accepted for breeding the future alphas.” Brielle’s eyes rounded as her faced paled, Ryker had obviously missed out the breeding part of his father’s history on purpose. Most likely to avoid the sudden feeling of disgust Brielle was currently feeling as she felt her stomach churn. “Don’t get me wrong, none of us want you for breeding or believe that aspect.” Reid quickly clarifie

His life as a breeder had not been any better more injections and by extension, forced pregnancies resulted in more of his children being stolen from him and sold off into a life as miserable as his own. In the present, Owen attempted to keep himself from thinking of this even as he felt the all too familiar sensation of Conway's thick cock pulsing inside him and the warm splatter of his seed filling his barren womb, still scarred and carrying the damage of being bred so often and the side effects of the drugs that kept him in an unbalanced heat.

Does he feel the mate bond at all? "That is a contract to keep you quiet. As I said, this is a contract that would last for a very short time. You are my breeder and would act as my fiancée in public, but that is not the narrative we will sell to people. We will act like we are so much in love around people, even around the house. It is going to be scandalous, but publicity is what I want right now. Many people know about me and Bella, but when I suddenly get down with another woman, especially a lowly Omega like you, things will go wild."

She stopped speaking because Adrian had already left the room. Then she slumped back on the bed, gave an exasperated sigh, covered her hands with her face, and cried. Adrian knew how important the pack run was to werewolves, yet he was doing this to her, especially now that she was pregnant. A pack run was an extensive training for all wolves which helped them to defend themselves in the face of danger. But to a pregnant woman, it was different and compulsory. It helped them breathe well, it eased back pain, as well as constipation.

"Don't let the bones fool you. The breeder pens feed them lean. Less meat, more value when the pups take." My blood ran cold. Breeder. I knew the word. We all did. Breeders didn't serve in kitchens. They didn't clean floors or scrub boots. They were bought for one purpose, locked in a bed until they swelled with pups. Wolves needed heirs, and wolves bred true only when the bloodlines were strong. Humans, though weaker, were useful. Our wombs stretched. Our bodies bent. And we didn't have a say. The crowd stilled. The air shifted. A presence slid over the room, heavy as shadow. My skin prickled. Even before I saw him, I felt him.

“What does he want now? Another apology laced with justifications?” Daniel gave a half-shrug. “He wants you to prepare.” “Prepare?” My voice cracked. “For what?”He hesitated. “Company.” he said softly,I blinked. “What kind of company?” He cleared his throat, gaze dipping slightly. “The breeders. From West Reign. They’ll be arriving soon.” I stared at him, unblinking, The room suddenly felt too small. “Breeders?” I repeated, voice sharp enough to cut stone. “I thought he burned that contract.”

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.

VINCENT The image was so depraved it should have killed my erection. Instead it made me fuck her harder. Made me grip her hips and slam her down onto me while I thrust up to meet her, driving deep, deeper than last night, deeper than I knew was possible. I wanted to breed her. The word sat in my brain like a living thing. Breed. Not make love to. Not get pregnant. Breed. Like she was something feral I was putting my mark on. Something I was claiming at the most biological level — filling her with myself, planting something inside her that would grow and announce to the world that she was mine in a way that could never be undone.

“At a point, we need to put aside the chains that bind us, the traditions, customs and rules, and go after what we want. Why punish ourselves? If he wants Solana, then he goes for her. He is the King and can do whatever he wants.” “Going after the breeder is an admission of weakness.” Mikeal exhaled, and I ran my tongue over my teeth. An admission of weakness. “But I do see your point.” He conceded, and my head snapped up to his. “Do not look so surprised, Ronan.” He chuckled. “Your friend is right. Perhaps admitting you feel something for the breeder will speed up conception. Woo her if you must.” He shrugged and got up. “We all want the same thing after all – the heir to the throne, a new