Crossdresser Breeding Novels & Stories

From his appearance, he seemed affluent and sophisticated, possibly an Alpha. A whirlwind of questions tormented me. Would he accept me, a mere stripper, or would he outright reject me? Stripping was predominantly a human profession because werewolves seldom mated with humans. It was a rarity, and werewolves tended to be traditional and judgmental. No esteemed werewolf family would consider a stripper as a suitable daughter-in-law or Luna. I continued to drink until my legs felt as if they were floating. I staggered towards the stage; my resolve fuelled by liquid courage. Cole suddenly blocked my path, his head tilted, and a sly grin on his lips.

She was a rather comely free breeder to whom he was instantly attracted - a weakness he couldn't seem to purge. Yes, the union between the Alpha Clone Marcius-Six and Legion General Angela Malta had legitimized such relationships, for liberals in any case, but not for Six, who came from a more traditional background in which unmediated breeding was subject to a range of sanctions that included expulsion, condemnation, and shunning. All of which should have reduced his ardor, but seemed only to fuel it, adding to the politician's misery. The clone froze the video on a tight shot of Sophie's face, studied the symmetry of her features, and felt the first signs of arousal. The voice was both har

It’s also difficult to feel self-conscious about them when my mate insists on calling them love marks’ and kisses them every chance he gets. Of course, another challenge is the fact that none of my clothes fit anymore. Luckily Gabriel’s tailors have been hard at work designing me a line of maternity dresses and gowns for the summit, but we’ve still got a week to go before they’re ready and I don’t want to walk around naked until then. I head for the closet and eye all the pretty outfits I bought when we first arrived here, sighing in resignation as I turn to Damian’s rack of clothes.

I asked, tilting my head to the side. Cora bit her lip. "You are his breeder. I think he likes you. If not for anything, because he has found out that you are not your slut of a sister. But, in terms of fancying you or having feelings for you, I am not sure. He's hard to figure out. Especially after going feral for close to two years."

“ 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.

The labels that had haunted me ever since I’d been rejected by them. It wasn’t enough that I had lost my life; I had to endure the constant pressure to breed for the pack I was sold into, as though my worth was tied to what I could produce, not who I was. “I’m not a broodmare,” I snapped, my wolf stirring angrily at the insult. “I don’t exist just to breed for the pack you both sold me into." Alpha Damian’s eyes narrowed. “That’s where you’re wrong. Our bloodline is everything. You are my daughter, Lyra, and it’s your duty to continue the legacy. You’ve had enough time to breed for this pack, so you can get a mate”

I didn't love her less, my love for her increased and I want her to be by my side until the day I take my last breath but there's something I have always wanted, which is to have a child, an heir. I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Fred, my Beta and best friend walk into my office. "I have found a solution " He said while facing me. "What kind of solution?I don't want to hear those of your silly jokes and ideas " "I'm here as your friend who cares about you, I will appreciate it if you listen to me " "What do you have to say " "Let's find you a breeder " "What? No way!!!" "Yes way, do you have any other ideas? Judging from the way you are staring at me I know you don't and beside

“And yet you endured. That alone shows strength.” Rina gave a faint, bitter smile. “It was not strength. It was survival. They finally decided what to do with me. They handed me to Rowland. They told me my only use was to bear his children, to be his breeder. That was the name they gave me. Not woman or his wolf. Not as a mate. But as a Breeder. I was an object, nothing more. The humiliation of it was heavy, but I had no power to fight it. I obeyed, because what else could I do? To refuse meant death, and even death was denied me. They wanted me to suffer.”

she whispered, her eyes tracking the floor. "He does what secures dependency," I said. "By granting her food, he makes her family indebted entirely to his personal treasury rather than the pack's system. It’s a classic containment strategy. But the council seemed surprised. Just like they were surprised by the isolation period he put me through. I want to know about the previous breeders, Hanna. The women who held the mark before me. Did they have access to the lower sector logistics?" The maid went completely pale, her breathing turning into a shallow, panicked click. She didn't answer. She grabbed the edge of the wooden cart, trying to violently shove it past me.

“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.”