Novel & Cerita Breeding With Bigfoot

“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 the board hard on the succession clause. I’m not letting my empire

The books refer to his case as half-breed—an effect of an artificially inseminated human woman with werewolf’s seed. That was a hazardous procedure, and it is not without reason that it is forbidden in our world by the council. Only fated mates, no matter the species, can produce offspring. Our Goddess’s gift for those waiting for their mate for years. That’s why a lot of werewolves enjoy their unprotected sex with every woman. Not being able to impregnate another woman would never ruin your future relationship with a fated mate. And our increased sex drive required the use of tons of condoms—pleasure and saving in one.

That’s why he’s so special. “That means you and Victor can have a baby.” “Yes, exac- wait what?” I didn’t think I heard her right, and the way she’s smiling, I don’t like it. “Yes, what if vampires and werewolves can procreate?” “Uh, I don’t think that’s possible, though. Unlike humans, there have been loads of cases of vampires and werewolves having sex, especially when I was in high school, and none of them reported having a baby.”

“Sweet Trueblood, after you’ve secured power for me, and it’s safe to do so, I’ll combine your eggs with my sperm and create an even more powerful Trueblood. We can produce dozens of them with cloning technology.” She knew what his words meant, but didn’t understand them. “You want me to have your baby?” She could speak now, but the words came to her in spite of her thoughts and not because of them. Mostly, her mind was a mired, dark swamp. “In a manner of speaking. I’ll harvest your eggs and select only the healthiest ones to pair with my sperm. There will be no need for breeding.” He practically spat the word, as though he couldn’t imagine anything more disgusting.

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?”

Liam smiles and leans closer- he lets his forearms rest on both sides of my head. Our bellies are touching; I can feel his groin on my lap. My body tenses up. Being his whore, bearing his child, then what? He would take his sharpened claws and slit my neck open on the birthing bed? I would suffer through hell to bear his child only to be sent to the true hell? My mate licks his lips and smirks. "I would never take a rogue into my bed. But you are my mate, so what choice do I have? Children born of fated mates are often stronger...my heir must be strong."

“The reason I am asking is because the programme that you were kidnapped to be used in was not about breeding humans with us it was about finding the strongest pairing of wolves so the ones that were running it could build any army. They were planning on using it to get control of everything including the human population. They were looking for world domination. Yes, we know it sounds like a really bad superhero movie, but that was what was going on. So we just wanted to make sure that your being with Quinn was not forced on you.” I felt my face break out into a huge smile because I knew there was no doubt in my mind. “No, no one other than maybe my wolf ever pushed me to except Quinn as my

I ask, just barely surfacing from the thoughts attempting to drown me. “She’s not.” Damian dismisses easily, echoing my initial thoughts. “we don’t even know if I slept with her, and even if I did, we tried for years to no avail.” “But what if she is?” I press, needing him to hear me out. “I mean, if she is pregnant, then you’ll have another potential heir, and its mother will be a she-wolf. That’s everything you’ve been looking for. I have to think that a pup with two shifter parents will be stronger than one with a human mother.”

I gasped in surprise and looked at the goddess for confirmation. She smiled in response. "I knew I chose you for a reason." She suddenly had that faraway look in her eyes and continued her tale. "One of the measures we adopted to slow down their race was to reduce their reproductive ability. A white wolf can only be produced when a white wolf impregnates his mate. Any other combination will lead to any other normal wolf. Add this to the difficulties in actually impregnating their mates, the race has slowed down incredibly."