Breeding Novels & Stories

"Levi, I know that you mean well, but allowing cross-contamination will do nothing to favor our numbers. If anything, it'll lower them even more by there being an increase in mutts." I had to keep myself from sending a disgusted look at him. How Fafnir tolerated him is beyond me. "You all act like this would be a free-for-all, one big orgy of different breeds reproducing and no purebreds continuing the lines. Look around you. Times change. The world itself is constantly changing. Our kind is stuck in medieval ways while the world is passing us by. Eventually, there will be so few dragons willing to be in an arranged union that we will no longer exist without inbreedi

You love your breeder more than you loved your own fated mate. A voice whispered in my head and I swallowed harshly when my heart skipped a beat and I didn’t try to deny it. It was right. I have grown attached to this small white haired female. I have fallen in love with her the moment her lavender eyes regarded me in fear and her sweet scent filled my lungs. But I have tried to deny it several times because I didn’t want to taint the memory of my old mate and my pup. It felt like a betrayal to start over and have a new family to care for someone new. When I thought of her as a breeder, things were different and easier.

Whenever he had that look, he already had a plan cooking. "You need to get a breeder." "Why would I get a fucking breeder! You know what my mother feels about that!" I hissed. "Besides, I have more than enough concubines to warm my bed!" "Avalyn would understand that this is for the greater good! We need an heir to secure your claim to the throne. To secure every wolf's safety!" His voice boomed in the room, vibrating through the walls and back into my ears. "The humans would never think of revolting again if you have an heir. No rogue, no attack! Isn't that the kingdom you want to build for our people?" Greg spat out.

My throat closes around the words. “If they’re captured and forced to be a breeder,” Ella whispers. Her hand brushes against mine in silent recognition of the painful memory of my mother. I let my fingers drift over hers in the shadow of her cloak before curling my hand into a fist and shoving it into my jacket pocket. “His parents being mates is nearly impossible but true in their case.Offspring between the two species is even more impossible. It shouldn’t happen, which is why you’re so damn unbelievable.”

Damn him! A breeder. Not a wife. Not a mate. I was going to be a breeder. “You mean, the King will use my body, make me give birth to a pup and then what? He will take the child from me and I’ll never hear again about the baby?” I asked and O’Horan said nothing, he remained unmoved, his hands behind his back. “You’ll toss me into the dungeons? Or put me to work at the mines? I don’t want to be a breeder! And if I ever get to have a child, I will not be parted from it!”

Cassandra The mouthwatering aroma of roast chicken and garlic made me aware of how much I missed Agnes’ cooking. We were having dinner with them when Connor filled us in on the latest trouble heading our way. “Breeders?” I asked. What century were we in even? “That can’t be legal?” Joel explained, “In the past, some packs would force the young, unmated omegas to bear them pups. Especially when their numbers dwindled because of wars or other causes.”

All Omegas are submissive, and only Omegas can get pregnant by someone other than their mate, which is why they're used as breeders. Breeders are essentially used like a surrogate, but it's against their will. They're forced to have a baby, and most of the time by rape. They are not allowed to raise their child or stake claim to it. Once that baby is born, it goes to its father and the claimed mate to raise as their own. This kind of treatment would never fly in the human world, but it does in ours, and here, we consider ourselves superior to humans… If we are so superior to them, then why are they getting it right when we are getting it wrong?

His last sentence made my eyes widened. Only one woman for thousands of men? That was crazy. Hadn't she thought of running away? “The thing is, she wasn't forced. She belonged to a special bloodline of breeders who could give birth to twenty pups, at once. And she doesn't necessarily mate with all the men, a competition is held between about ten of them divided into two groups. The group that wins gets to mate with her.” He dropped another bomb.

“ I don't,” “ By properly breeding, if I can put it like that. To ensure that their generations keep having dominant alphas and omegas, every family member has to marry another dominant alpha or omega with purer genes than most people. By doing this, the possibility of having a recessive omega or alpha or even a beta is low,” she explained.

"Little she-wolf, this is not how you want to lose your virginity. Do you even understand what these rooms are meant for?" It was a rhetorical question and he did not wait for her reply. "This is where we breed new wolves for the pack, Wren. Admittedly it's a bit of an archaic system, but it has worked for our pack for hundreds of years. And so the unmated she-wolves who are willing to bring forth our next generation voluntarily submit themselves to the program. Or, if a healthy she-wolf is caught trespassing on our territory, then she is brought here rather than being executed."