Breeding Novels & Stories

I muttered. “You asked why I bought you? well, Amelia… I have purchased you as a breeder, I believe you have inherited some special genes from your father which can only be activated in a male son, so I want you to bore me an heir, I want you to make me a powerful baby and help me secure my throne.” He announced. There was silence between us and then I burst into laughter, trying not to bury my face in the dish. The irony of it all! From a maltreated lost orphan Princess to a Breeder for the Alpha King.

Her gaze landed on a low bunk bed, but Irish was determined not to bend or break, determined not to obey a single command. "No." Came her firm reply. "Not until you tell me what you mean by breeder." Walking menacingly towards her, his eyes stared deep into hers, as if to bore a hole in them. Then he gave out a short, creepy laugh that brought a shiver down her spine. "Breeder? It means I bought you for a f*e. I own you. You'll warm my bed and bear me a child. You'll obey my every command and I'll do with you as I please."

She told him how he came to be but she also told him Breed was her finest legacy, to the tribe and to the world. She told him Jared knew about him but that he wouldn’t claim him… ever. He had a wife back home and he also had a half-brother. Breed hadn’t cared one way or the other until the day Jared returned. He said he wanted to see his bastard son. Breed had only been fourteen at the time but he’d actually been full grown at six foot five. He hadn’t filled out yet and Jared had sneered at him calling him a freak. Then Jared raised his hand to strike his mother, Breed had grabbed his hand and held it in place. Jared tried to break his hold but Breed wouldn’t allow it. He’d be damned if Jare

"Speak, Tess." Sienna's relentless search for an alliance wasn't a secret among the elite wolf families; Tess was bound to find out sooner or later. "Yes, I am at the age where a formal mating contract is necessary for the clan's future," Sienna said, her voice dropping into a smooth, diplomatic purr. Tess let out a dry, rattling laugh over the speaker. "Have you ever considered coming back into my den as a daughter-in-law?" Sienna froze, her fingers tightening on the device. Did the old woman expect her to waste her time with a low-level enforcer like Bryce? "Bryce just finished his training cycles in the northern wild packs, didn't he? Our power levels are completely incompatible."

But we all have one position we do not want to obtain: the Breeder. Breeders are the she-wolves assigned to become the pup producers in the pack. Their job is to allow the mateless warriors of Pine Paw to breed them, with no say in who their partner is, during the current breeding period. Its intended purpose is to add more wolves to the pack population and bring about stronger wolves for the next generation. Many wolves believe it to be an honourable position a she-wolf can obtain, but we all know the truth. Once you become a Breeder, you are nothing more than a slave, a tool for men to use your body for their own pleasure while they rape you into producing t

“Excellent. She was chosen for exactly this purpose, Damien. Clean bloodline, no powerful connections, desperate enough to sign anything we put in front of her, and clearly fertile. You needed a proper breeding vessel for a worthy Blackthorne heir. Nothing more. Don’t start getting soft on me now.” My blood turned to ice in my veins. “A breeding vessel?” Damien let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine. “Soft? Don’t insult me, Victor. She knows her place perfectly. Once she delivers a healthy child—preferably a son—the real purpose of this contract is fulfilled. After that… we’ll see. Keep pushing th

When he reached her breasts, he paused, watching her reaction. Emily’s breath faltered. Her nipples were already hard, and tight with anticipation. She wanted him and she was not hiding it. He cupped one breast, and his thumb was circling it slowly, and deliberately, until she bit her lip to smother a moan. “Don’t,” he murmured. “I want to hear from you.” Her lips parted. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth. Emily cried out softly as he sucked her nipple between his lips, his tongue trailing in slow, and torturous strokes.

Since they are high ranked; It’s almost like they want not even a tiny shred of insult on their unborn childs. What he doesn’t understand was that I’m someone worthless and no matter how much I avoid it, dirt will find a way to reach me and taint me the tnrash I can’t ease to be. I’m not the perfect breeder for him. I’m not telling him this but he’s made a very huge mistake picking someone like me. When he doesn’t speak, I snatched myself back up. His eyes surprisingly followed me as I turned around for the door but he didn’t mutter a word, possibly still angry.

She didn't fear death. "Maybe I will make you a breeder for our clan first." He tried instead. She just smirked. "Is that a threat? I thought breedmates were honored and respected or did you finally realize those three terms don't go hand in hand?" "A breeder and a breedmate are two different things." Of course, it sounded the same to humans. "Let me guess." She said taking a step back. "A breeder is only used to breed but a breedmate is someone who is your mate but you also reproduce with them."

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."