Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic Novels & Stories

She nodded, and I thanked her before taking my loaded plate to my office. Between bites, I did some research—I hadn’t forgotten about avenging Michelle and Cammy. The Blood Moon Pack reportedly has 90 non-warriors, 75 pups, and 180 warriors. From what I’ve heard, their males start training at fifteen. We only have 170 warriors. Even if theirs aren’t top-tier, those numbers aren’t great. I decided to ask Zane if we should consider asking Alpha Deek for backup, but I wouldn’t make that call alone. I called Deek to discuss something else, and he picked up immediately.

I chuckled. “You’re a brewer?” Persephone asked. “Aye. Like mah da before me and several generations of mah family.” Riordan nodded. “After we settled in Bloodmoon, mah mate, and I opened Eclipse Brewing. It was small at first, mostly employing some of mah fellow survivors. But recently expanded to have a larger facility and taken on more employees. A few Bloodmoon, some Silverclaw, and our night crew are members of the local vampire clan.” He explained with evident pride in what he did in his voice.

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

Anderson had requested we discuss other matters and familiarise ourselves before bringing up the illness but as everyone settled in the room, I took a deep breath and spoke bluntly. “Silverstone will not be receiving weapon scraps or Ironclad metals for the foreseeable future.” Callum stiffened, his Beta snapped a sharp gaze at me and his son frowned deeply. “Why? We rely on that supply and you rely on what we give in return,” Callum said calmly. Anderson stepped forward. “Bloodmoon is facing a crisis.” “Its an illness linked to Snowbloom Wysteria and until we know how it entered our borders or find a cure, all Ironclad goods are banned,” I said plainly.

I opened my eyes and saw him carefully pulling something from his hunting bag. It was a small, rare spirit beast—still writhing in his hands. A Moonshadow Mink. It lived only on the most treacherous cliff faces, its fur shifting color under moonlight. "I just secured the East Valley," he said softly, a boyish pride slipping into his tone as he placed the struggling creature beside my pillow. "The hunting grounds there are unbelievably rich—streams full of fat fish. I'm planning to build a nursery for our future pups there. We'll call it the New Moon Cradle."

I think it’s great cause the less connecting me to sperm donor, the better. Leo’s been doing well here. They’ve found Bloodmoon is a super accepting and supportive pack making friends left and right. Everybody likes them because they are this little bubble gum ball of sunshine. And I’m glad they are making friends, and I don’t get too growly when males are friends with them because I know in Bloodmoon, the mate bond is sacred, and nobody would fuck around with someone else’s mate.

There was absolutely no way that he would ever feel something like that toward me, and I couldn’t accept him either way. “What’s so special about the blood moon?” I blurt out, desperately wanting a change of topic. “Why do you keep bringing it up?” “The blood moon?” Chanel repeats, not seeming too interested. “It’s when members of Moon Storm lose control of ourselves and mate.” She continues. “What?” I gasp, my eyes growing wide. “Does that really happen?” “It does,” she responds. “Consider it a curse of our pack.” A curse. How was it possible that Moon Storm had so much bad luck circling around it? It truly was suspicious, and I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened in the past. Co

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.

I roll us onto our sides, still buried deep inside her, my knot keeping my seed locked in her womb. My hand possessively cups one breast, thumb lazily brushing the sensitive nipple. My lips find the fresh mark on her shoulder and kiss it gently. “Rest, little mate,” I murmur against her skin, my voice dark and rough with lust. “The night is far from over. I’m nowhere near done ruining you for anyone else.” Outside, the blood moon watches through ancient tree branches. Inside, I claim my mate again and again. Slow and deep. Fast and punishing. Until the line between pain and pleasure blurs and the only name on her lips is mine.

The morning light hit them at the same angle, and even before he moved, the pieces seemed to lean toward each other like two things that remembered they belonged as one. “The Blood Moon Crystal wasn’t made,” Zephyr said, his voice dropping into that deeper, more serious tone he used when something truly mattered. “It wasn’t forged or crafted or conjured. It grew. Over centuries, deep in the rock beneath the oldest forest on this continent, fed by the energy of every wolf that ever ran above it.” He slowly brought his hands together. “It was whole once. And it’s been waiting to be whole again.” The second the two pieces touched, the light came.