Just Breed Me Novels & Stories

Circe whimpered. “Take me,” Alessia rasped, perspiration beading her temples. “You need a breeder, right? A virgin sacrifice? Take me then.” She couldn’t face her friend at that moment; she did not want her to see her moistening eyes. “I’m untouched and still young, eighteen. Have me instead. Just- leave her.”

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."

"Please don't do anything stupid and violent." "Hah, didn't you know?" Jayce flashed a wicked smile. "Stupid and Violent are my middle names."

They are called- The Crossbreeds.

"A wager. Whoever wins gets to keep you all to himself." Colton rolled his eyes. "Maybe we should have done that. I would've won easily." "Who said I was going to let you off that easy?" Caleb drawled. He looked out toward the dark fields. "There's a lot of land out there. You'd just need to pick your burial spot. I think Mom only needs one of us, anyway. What's the use of two when I'm already perfect on my own?" Colton clicked his tongue. "Says the spare part. I'm the prototype. One of one. You were the afterthought. If anyone's dying, it's you."

God, I felt sick. I’d be a breeder. A surrogate for Florian — the son of the man who had murdered my family. And I was mated to him. I dug my teeth into my lower lip, finally realizing there was no escape from him. Either I got over it, or I lived with the misery intact.

For the first time, the future didn’t feel like a trap. It felt earned.

My new weapon. The irony wasn’t lost on me. Both of us bore the same name, but this Max had been forged differently. Scarred knuckles. Calloused palms. Eyes shadowed with exhaustion, with the hollow disappointment of parents who never saw him. A man who built empires just to prove himself worthy—and was told, again and again, that he was not. A hollow man. And now, he was me.