Breeding Zone Novels & Stories

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.

The blood mistakenly splashed into in his mouth and he licked it. After cooking the deer he ate it. Then 3days later he developed some symptoms of fever and died. After 2hours of his death, he woke up again as a zombie. And came out growling from his house looking for prey to devour. He keep on walking till he gets to damp that supply the east water so many deport get their waters from the damp because the water is always purify. He mistakenly fell into the damp. All the water that was supplied that day is infected, the first place that the water was delivered to was Tacoma the first Zone of Zombies. When the truck that supplies water enter the zone everybody bought the water.

Mj squared her shoulders, “now I’m gonna ask one more time, what the fuck is a breeder?” Mj heard Theron growl as Dante opened his mouth to speak. “After Azreal brought Lila back to the pack he sent me and Ace out to find the guy that got away” Mj noticed that the air around Dante seemed to become darker, “we found him Mj and we made sure he never used another Omega again, breeders are what low life scum call Omega’s who are not mate bonded”,Dante paused briefly “you see the human species lives with wolves through our DNA so we have to be compatible, and sometimes even then it is hard for the pair to survive, it's easier to birth a wolf if you mate with an Omega than another wolf. Omegas ar

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."

Chapter 2 As the pack territory slowly passes by, I decide to rest my eyes. Breeders are given an area on the far-west side of the territory where no one will be able to disturb them. That area is patrolled and guarded day and night. It will be a community I call home for however long my stay is, but deep down, I know I can never allow the cottage I will be living in to be my home. A prison, yes, but never my home.

He grunts as he reaches the peak and bites my neck hard. That on the other hand is something that will not stop to hurt. During our mating he refrained from doing it every time, but since he went back to work he bites me every time. I know that when breeding a Galdrian female the bite makes her ovulate, but there is also the aspect of claiming. Of showing other males that the female is well taken care of.

“Elves have reported sightings of rogues traveling in large groups. They’re turning humans into Newbreeders.” Her words stunned us all. I hadn’t heard that term since I was first introduced to this world. After finding out who I was made it better, but I’ve never met a true newbreeder. I have learned that it was a loophole for shifters to make new members and grow in numbers. “If Victor is making Newbreeders and has control of rogues, what does he want to do with them?” I asked “Nothing good,” Erica said, taking a deep breath and looking at the map.

She expected a kiss, but instead, Daniel’s lips brushed her cheekbones, her temple, and the side of her jaw—each touch was nothing more than a warm breath, almost painfully delicate. It was more intoxicating than if he had kissed her without hesitation. He was savoring her. He was wanting her. And he was fighting it. Hard. His hand tightened at her waist, drawing her gently, achingly closer. His voice brushed against her ear, low and heavy. “If we cross this line… I won’t be able to go back.” Mara’s breath trembled against his skin. “Then don’t.” His exhale shuddered. The line stretched between them—thin, trembling, and ready to break.