Just Breed Me Novels & Stories

The weight of that realization settled into her bones. Not as a burden. But as a profound sense of rightness. Of destiny aligning. Of everything she'd survived, everything she'd fought for, finally crystallizing into something tangible and real. She was the Breeder. She was about to give birth to the strongest generation of wolves ever created. And somehow, despite the fear and the uncertainty and the overwhelming enormity of it all, Elara felt absolutely ready. Because she had her mates. She had Lysandra's ancient wisdom. She had Meredith's skill. She had the entire pack supporting her.

ARIA Trenton let out a long, heavy breath. The sharp, angry edge in his shoulders melted away, replaced by a quiet, heavy stillness. Slowly, he turned his head and looked down at me. His dark eyes were full of a soft, gentle warmth that made my chest ache. He reached out his hand, and this time, he did not try to hide it. He wrapped his long fingers around mine, squeezing tightly, letting the golden warmth of our mate bond flow openly between us.

At the baby who has my nose and Marcus's eyes and Jade's absolutely nothing. The comments keep coming. Someone asks if she did natural birth. Jade responds: "I used a surrogate for health reasons. Best decision ever. No stretch marks!" She's bragging about it. About using me. About avoiding the damage of pregnancy while getting the perfect baby. I scroll through her feed. More photos. Aria in different outfits. The nursery. Jade in designer clothes holding the baby like a handbag. One post from yesterday: "Mom life is exhausting but so worth it. Up all night but who needs sleep when you have this precious face to look at?"

He raised her chin using his index finger tip and whisper, "Can you defeat an outlaw King?" He let go of her and walks to the balcony. "I know you can't still control your powers. I can help you with that. Crossbreeds are wild and uncontrollable. That's why they are to be killed in an instant thinking you are a curse that will bring destruction to the utopia." "What are you trying to imply? I can still protect myself from you and everyone else!" Aria bravely walks through him and plans to jump from the balcony to the ground full of manticores and deadly beasts roaming around.

“Mommy's here.” For the next few minutes, the entire world seemed to disappear. There was only me and my son. He was the most precious treasure; I couldn’t believe that a baby this perfect came from me. Even if he was small, he didn’t have machines attached to him, and that gave me a sense of relief. “Our pup will be strong,” My wolf said, and this time I believed her. I might be a broken hybrid. A creature similar to humans, if not worse, because of my faulty DNA, but my baby was a different story.

"They say a girl who isn't loved has no home after marriage. Looks like we don't even have a home before we're married." I answered with a sigh of my own. "Haven't we learned that the hard way in our last life? There's no one we can rely on but ourselves." Outside, the wedding celebrations went on. No one cared how the two brides felt. Everyone was busy congratulating the Stark brothers, my parents, and Rachel's parents. What was there to celebrate? I thought miserably. Given a second chance at life, we weren't going to live it like we had before, submissive and defeated. I shook my head at the memory of last life's misery.

Just calm perfection that made my stomach twist. “I’m not your home,” I said. “You are,” she replied, stepping closer. “I was born from your memories. Every fear, every love, every secret. You made me.” “I didn’t make you,” I said. “They did.” She tilted her head slightly. “They only built the shell. You filled it.” The space around us started to shift. Fragments of my life appeared like shattered mirrors. My mother smiling in her hospital bed. My first day at the office. The rooftop with Alexander under the rain. All frozen moments, hanging in the air like ghosts.

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

She is a bloody nosy fuck; of course I couldn't give two fucks about advice, but she wasn't giving me any chance to ignore either. “Kade isn't the type to stay stuck on one thing or person; I bet he'd get bored of you easily, so my best advice is to enjoy being a surrogate? Breeder? while it lasts; the name is better than an omega.” she whispered Her words were venomous, burnt through me; I felt rage like no other. She would play second fiddle all she wanted to try as hard as she could to make me jealous, but soiling my family name was above the line.

I smiled proudly. "No way." "Mhmm," I smiled. "I still have it in one of my boxes at my parents' house. It was like a mantra." "That's amazing," he laughed. "Which character do you think I'm most like?" "Oh definitely Joey," I replied without a second thought. "Because of my good looks yeah?" Tyler smirked proudly. "No no," I corrected him. "I was talking about having the mind of a five-year-old, but you can believe what you want."