Novel & Cerita Mad Max: Fury Road Breeders

The pack was notorious for following the old ways, and enforcing those ways especially when it came to women. Heather had been kept as a breeder, a practice that was frowned upon these days. It was very hard for werewolves to conceive if they were not fated mates. Even chosen mates had a hard time to conceive, so some packs would keep the women who did not find mates as breeders until they did. This gave them a better chance of growing their packs population.

"Oh, so what information were you able to gather?" "Yes, I went to the Midnight territory; they were the ones who got hit the most; they lost most of their powerful fighters, but I heard they have a female Alpha Maria; she has the same powers your mom has." "What powers?" "I heard their howl can control other werewolves around them; I wish I could do that." "Oh, really, she is that powerful?" "No, they said she hasn’t found her mate, so she isn’t strong like our Luna."

Matthew finally spoke, his hand still tight around my wrist. Xavier finally turned to face him. “A little birdy told me that a stubborn breeder of mine left my home without permission so I'm here to collect her.” He said this, with eyes now pinned on me, eyes that felt electric. “Ok bro, good luck finding her, I'm going to have fun with this one.” He was about to walk past Xavier but was stopped as Xavier placed a hand on his chest. “You're holding my breeder, Matthew.”

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

Raiden “I’m not sure what to say, Raiden. The growth rate of your fetuses is unprecedented,” Dr. Makya says. “It was hard to tell in the first two months but it seemed like they were developing rapidly, however they have tripled in size in the last two weeks. They are tribrids with very strong Chimera Fae genetics along with werewolf and Lycan and I am unfamiliar with Fae pregnancies, let alone Chimera Fae.”

They are called- The Crossbreeds.

As a result, many of the champion dogs in dog-fighting arenas within Riverdale Province, perhaps even the whole southern region, were bred by Max. “Thank you for the hard work, Max.” Tyr handed Max a debit card and said, “There’s ten million in this card. From now on, this farm is mine. One more thing, I hope that you can continue to maintain this farm for me. I want the fiercest battle hounds— Tibetan Mastiffs even. I might even want you to breed wolves for me in the future! Can you do it?” Max was initially stunned before nodding with a smile. “Rearing wild beasts has always been a wish of mine. With money, it can be easily done!”

I asked. “Yes,” she smiled gleefully. “She is having twins!” Twins? I wanted to scream— excitement? Fear? I really couldn’t say but I just wanted to scream. “Isn’t Maverick an alpha?” I asked. If the twins wanted to be a pain, then I guess Maverick could use his Alpha authority and speed up the process. Alpha breeders had it rough, they needed the presence of their masters just to bring a child into the world. The reason their body was structured this way still beats me.

“Tell me what you have decided about my offer. Will you bear me a child?” Mara stood tall, her hands folded in front of her. Her eyes met his without fear. “I have thought of it, my lord,” she said slowly. “I will not deny that the thought of carrying a child for you has crossed my mind more than once since the day you asked. But I am also a woman of pride, and I cannot bring myself to carry a child that will be called a bastard by your people.” She sighed and continued to speak. “If I am to carry your child, then I must be introduced to the pack as your Luna, your wife, so that the child will be born as the true heir of the Sauna pack.”

The breeder was still in the car, watching the whole scene unfold wide-eyed. The car was unfixable. Fuck. It would take us about eight hours to get there, if she shifted. The problem was making it through the mountains. We couldn’t stick to the roads in wolf form—anything could happen, and I doubted that the breeder was a skilled fighter. I reached her side, and she opened the door and watched me for a few beats before lowering her gaze. I told her, “We’ll have to go on foot.” She nodded and stepped out of the car. I took a few calming breaths, wondering why the hell this had to happen to me tonight of all nights. What car did Derrick prepare for me? Why wasn’t it working?