Novelas y relatos de Mad Max: Fury Road Breeders

“He thinks... he thinks mixing the bloodlines, creating hybrids, will make an army that doesn't answer to wolf law. To any law." Anthony stirred. It was the first movement he'd made in an hour, and every head turned. The old man's hands were folded so tightly his knuckles had gone white. "Hybrid breeding," he said, his voice like gravel. "That's old madness. The last pack that tried that—" "Was wiped out," I finished. "I know the stories. Dexter apparently thinks he'll be different." "Or he doesn't care about the consequences as long as he's king of the ashes," Max muttered.

It finally dawned on me why I was chosen to be the breeder for the Alpha. As a rare hybrid, born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, I possessed untapped powers. My unique heritage made me an attractive choice for the Alpha's breeder, as my child would inherit extraordinary abilities. By producing an heir, I would ensure the Alpha's legacy surpassed his own strength, creating a potentially unstoppable successor. The Alpha sought me for my hybrid bloodline, hoping to create an heir with unmatched powers. My witch and werewolf heritage guaranteed exceptional abilities, making my child a valuable asset to solidify his pack's dominance.

It was almost peaceful, if you didn’t count the bullying and the ignorant remarks some of the students would shout from the halls. Classes went by without much of a hassle, especially Business Fundamentals since Professor Larkin was out sick the next few days. The only semi-interesting thing I’d learned was in Werewolf 101. Serafine Cromwell and Dominic Ashford, the Luna and Alpha of the Original Pack, never had children. While those two weren’t able to complete the mate-bond and continue on their family line, Dominic Ashford’s Beta was. With a she-wolf he had abandoned his mate for, the Beta unknowingly created what we now know as the rogue gene. Talk about a major screw-up.

Marcus said, and I was curious to know why. "Why?" I asked him, and he put down his cutlery and smiled at me. "There are different types of Alphas. Your family, for example, had two commanding Alphas. Meaning two alphas that have the authority and the power of compulsion. Your father and your uncle Jack. In that situation, it means your grandparents must have been a mix between an Alpha and an Alpha breed. Usually, they were supposed to divide the pack, but your father loves peace too much. Lucas is an Alpha breed like you, he is an alpha with no authority or compulsion. They are almost as strong as an Alpha but not an Alpha. His parents were a mix between an Alpha and a delta. While Mason's