Breeding Stories Novels & Stories

Even as chosen mates, you could still recognize your fated mate when you met – although I’d heard a couple of people tell me it wasn’t as intense as it was described with fated mates. Not that I could judge – besides knowing that I’d already met my mate, I couldn’t even remember what it felt like… “Even with all of that there’s still no guarantee that it will increase the birthrate,” Rhea pointed out, surprising me. “That was the whole point of the Breeding Program, right? To produce more ranked wolves?”

I asked, voicing the quiet hope that had traveled with us. Ronan’s hand found mine. “She already has. Kael wrote that she brought her mate and the little ones here last spring. Told them stories about their grandmother who tamed the storm and their grandfather who taught the pack how to heal instead of hate.” The words settled warmly in my chest. We had become stories. Legends, even. It was a strange comfort.

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The words send a shock through my body. My pussy clenches violently around the leader’s cock. "Oh fuck,” he groans. “She liked that. She liked hearing about being bred.” He pounds me harder. “That’s right, little bitch. That’s what animals do. They breed. They get filled with cum. They make babies.” He slams deep, grinding. “That’s what’s happening to you right now. We’re breeding you. Pumping you full of cum. Maybe one of us will take.”

he growled, “we're going to come out on top by breeding the meanest damn bulls in Texas." Both Chandler and Zane had spent every waking moment since Dad’s death pouring over Dad's journals and notes, studying the subtle art of breeding champion bulls. It was an ambitious plan, but Chandler’s determination to make it work sparked a fire that fear and grief had turned to smoldering embers within me.

Margo said, surprising the young woman. “Why did they take us? Why do that to so many people?” Penny asked. “I’m going to be blatantly honest with you.” Margo began leaning forward. “What is happening is that people like Bernard are kidnapping people for forced breeding. Believe it or not it's actually a war crime. What they’re doing is they’re taking people with superior genes and using them to breed.” “What?” Penny whispered. “Why would they do that?” “I still don’t know…What I do know is that the success of the birth determines the fate of both the breeder and the child.”

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."

“After that, everything changed.” His voice lost emotion. Flat. Controlled. Like the only way he could tell the story was by distancing himself from it. “They stopped treating me like a pack member,” he said. “I became… useful.” A cold feeling settled in my stomach. Darius looked furious already. “What does that mean?” Ronan’s gaze flicked toward him briefly. “There are breeding programs,” he said quietly. The room went dead silent. Even Kade looked momentarily stunned. “They sell omegas,” Ronan continued. “Especially rare ones. Strong bloodlines. Strategic genetics.”

I expressed. “I know, but do we have to sacrifice ourselves to do it? Do you know what will happen if you mark me?” “I have a theory,” I said before lying in the bed next to her. “Word will spread like wildfire. The breeders will become…dissatisfied.” Imani snorted but I continued. “They will be inundated with jealousy and rage–especially the noble breeders. They’ll sit around in their fancy dresses and gossip like the useless hens they are, wondering what that lowly breeder has that they don’t.”

Ten months and a pup, and after that I would be free. Yes, I thought, I was finally ready to be a breeder… Alpha Kieran’s breeder!