His Breeding Obsession Novels & Stories

He wielded them like weapons and he always knew exactly where to aim. I sat down. He started speaking. *"Lily… I need to talk to you about something important."* He took a breath. *"About marriage."* Marriage? WHOSE marriage? Mine? His? His car's? *"My family has been…"* he paused, searching for a word, *"hounding me. Nonstop. They want me to settle down."* I blinked at him. Okay? How is that my problem? Is he asking me to find him a girl? Build a spreadsheet? Book a venue?

"These tits are mine to mark, to milk. Gonna suck them until you're begging to be bred." Breeding. The word sends a forbidden thrill through me, and he senses it, grinding his hardening cock against my belly. He reaches for the clamps, flicking one open and snapping it onto my right nipple. The bite is sharp, a jolt of fire that makes me cry out, but it morphs into throbbing pleasure as blood rushes. He attaches the second, the chain dangling between, and tugs lightly, watching my face contort. "Look at you, all trussed up and clamped. My little pain slut."

Damn… so irritating. Before any of this, I've always been having the thought of getting myself a breeder to birth a child for me. Surprisingly, when I got to their pack, I stumbled upon that girl, and I just don't know why, but a sparkle of attraction towards her weighed on me. Right there and then, I made it within me that I'm having her as my breeder. But what's wrong with me now..? I shouldn't be thinking about her. She's just a tool for birthing my child and nothing else. Damn, am I getting crazy or what?

“Don’t be naive son… For breeding of course. Legends say that fighters born to an opal queen are stronger and faster than any other wolves ... they are special” “I mean I get that it sounds ... intriguing for a pack”. I chew on my lip. “But I thought we were all about finding our mate ... imprinting and all that. It doesn’t really fit with the idea of breeding someone ... It sounds like she is a prize dog or something”. “I thought you didn’t believe in that”. He gives me a look. “But the buyer would not marry her. He would merely keep her and breed her with his strongest worries to see what would make the strongest match”.

She insisted, rolling her eyes as she pulled away. Reid scrunched up his face as he scratched the back of his head in angst. “It’s complicated, Bri. Our father drilled it into us that mates make us weak and should only be accepted for breeding the future alphas.” Brielle’s eyes rounded as her faced paled, Ryker had obviously missed out the breeding part of his father’s history on purpose. Most likely to avoid the sudden feeling of disgust Brielle was currently feeling as she felt her stomach churn. “Don’t get me wrong, none of us want you for breeding or believe that aspect.” Reid quickly clarified as he started to notice the colour draining from Brielle’s face.

I remind him “I can sense her wolf. She’s faint but there. She was trying to come to the surface when we were around, but she was too weak. I want our omega. She is ours, and we keep her.” Obsidian demands. I roll my eyes. “Not keeping her. I don’t have time for it. Besides, you know it’s dangerous to keep a breeder around their children. They get ideas.” “I don’t care. She is special. She might be mate.”

"He took her to the crypt. But he never meant to just show her their parents. That was just a trap." I straightened slowly, every muscle rigid. "Explain. Now." Maya swallowed. "Ambrose... he's obsessed. Not just with finding his sister. But he’s obsessed with finding the perfect mate. Someone who could give him power—real power. The kind that comes from blood purity. When the pack started dying, when the Heartstone cracked, he became convinced that the only way to save us and himself was to bind himself to the strongest healer-wolf left in the bloodline."

He eventually learned that no other female could please or satisfy him. But Sera, her scent..... Focus. He drove his fist into the training post, causing wood to splinter. The primal omega gene, that was what mattered. He didn't need to want her, he didn't need to feel anything. He just needed to complete the bond. Knot her, impregnate her. Produce heirs powerful enough to restore Ironwood's magic. It was a transaction, nothing more. He punched the post again, again, and again. "Alpha." He stopped and turned immediately.

If Damien was going to seek revenge then it simply means, Damien was out to kill the Vale's heiress to get his revenge but he was unsure of this. "Oh..." His assistant muttered, still lost in thought. Draven shook his head, he wondered how his assistant, who was an assassin and a skilled gun man, could make perfect shots and everything else but yet he was unable to calculate a simple scenario. "I think he will kill her. According to what I heard, the Don loved his mother dearly and her death had caused his heart to harden even more." "At least you pay attention to rumors." Draven remarked, stopping in front of his car. His car was a BMW C610, the least model there is.

his words rolled out of his tongue while his eyes remained glued with hers which caused a shiver inside her heart because only Ezrene knew what he exactly meant by those words of his. “So….,” he turned his head to look at their professor. “I don't know about harming or ruining but obsession holds the power of strengthening a human's any other emotion whether it collides with love, hate or lust. Obsession makes sure that that feeling reaches its destination no matter what became just like Ms. Soler said…” he turned his head to look at Ezrene again. “Obsession doesn't care about the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immortal, sane, insanity,” Ezrene clenched her palms because she knew his eac