Crossdresser Breeding Novels & Stories

My heart sank; his concubines scattered not bothering to take their clothes. They glared at me as they walked out, I looked at them with pleading eyes asking them to save me. but alas, none of them did, why would they? They hated me. “Come here.” He said and my hands trembled. My dirty dress fell from my hands. What was it about my bruised body did he find attractive? Or was that what he was into? “I don’t want to do this, but I have to try. We are in crisis, and I have to try everything I can to get an heir. Everyone is trying but nothing we do changes anything, none of our kind can get pregnant, both here and abroad.”

Axel’s stance was still in a defensive mood, Maverick stood with a toothy smile on his face, his eyes looking at our dysfunctional group of misfits. “You are a long way from home, Rosanne,” he said. “You know me?” I asked, trying to keep myself from screaming. He chuckled, throwing his head back as he laughed, “Who doesn’t know of Rosanne, the Lycan king’s breeder, who had done the impossible, running from him,” I was famous, I forgot. “I am Rosanne Domino, I am no one's breeder,” I hissed, my hand clutching my stomach as I tried to hold back the pain. I screamed, dropping to the ground as a flood of liquid pushed down my thighs.

"Don't let the bones fool you. The breeder pens feed them lean. Less meat, more value when the pups take." My blood ran cold. Breeder. I knew the word. We all did. Breeders didn't serve in kitchens. They didn't clean floors or scrub boots. They were bought for one purpose, locked in a bed until they swelled with pups. Wolves needed heirs, and wolves bred true only when the bloodlines were strong. Humans, though weaker, were useful. Our wombs stretched. Our bodies bent. And we didn't have a say. The crowd stilled. The air shifted. A presence slid over the room, heavy as shadow. My skin prickled. Even before I saw him, I felt him.

When the door opened, Princess Lyra and I strode out elegantly, our heels clicking on the floor. Lyra seemed full of herself, acting like she owned the world as she walked. I smiled and suggested we stick together, and after a brief hesitation, she agreed. Alpha Magnus turned to us and handed over the masks, explaining that they symbolized the unity of the entire werewolf pack in North America. He helped me put on the mask, and I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. "This is beautiful," he said, admiring how it suited my white dress. Caius helped Lyra put on hers, and we were all set to walk in.