The Alpha King's Breeder Novels & Stories

Or what other business could I possibly have with the palace? "Sorry, I think you have the wrong person." "You are Miss Alisha and you're now the Alpha king's Breeder. Do you still think we have the wrong person?" What? The Alpha King's Breeder? What was he even talking about?

It only gets better from here. "Breeder?" He asks me as if he didn't understand what I had said. "Like a sow or something?" He chuckled harshly. "I bought her." I stated as if it wasn't ludicrous to purchase another living being. "She is a Trentity. She will give me an heir." "Whoa, wait a minute." He said, leaning over the desk. "Alpha, I know you get a little carried away riding the crazy shit train sometimes, but this has got to be at the top of the list. She is willing to be your 'breeder'?"

I guess it’s easy when you only have your own pack to worry about. “Well, you’d better set her straight,” he says. “Eh, it doesn’t matter,” I say. “If the whole kingdom thinks I’m taken, at least they’ll leave me alone.” He laughs. “My man, you’re not going to get an heir that way. You know, that old Alpha King in Dark Forest held a contest with a breeder. Turns out that one woman ended up having heirs for all four of the winning contestants at once.” “Yeah, I know,” I say. “They’re all four the Alpha Kings now I hear, and they made her Luna Queen. Can you believe it? A breeder as the Luna Queen.”

“In the auction, I was told they also buy slaves for breeding. Does the Alpha king have children aside from Alpha Ryker?” “No. He kills them before they are even born. Unlike most Alphas or slave owners, he is particular about who gives birth to his seed. He has acquired enough slaves from wars, so he doesn't need any slaves other than for pleasure, and when he's done, he tosses them to the side. My eyes widened and my whole body froze, rigid, before I stumbled backward, my hands flew to my lips to stifle a scream that wouldn't come. This wasn't true. Doom didn't tell me so.

“Always trying to act like the world isn’t fair. What’s so bad about getting married to Alpha Graham? What’s so wrong about being his breeder?” “What?!” “You didn’t know?” She laughed. “Read the fucking contract. After all, that’s what omegas are for. For an Alpha’s pleasure.” My hands shook as I flipped through the pages. Then I saw the words boldly written on the very first page. Marriage contract between Alpha Graham Hayes and his breeder, Ciara Norman. My world tilted.

Brian who was the rouge’s enemy now had a fan page on their blog. Another spark of anger and jealousy rushed through me. We are both contesting for the Alpha King of Regal Pack this was because, Brian and I were the only Alphas who were touched by the moon gooddess. And only an Alpha that was touched by the moon goddess could be the Alpha King. Brian was my cousin but we never had a good relationship based on the fact that we are both going to compete for the Alpha King’s position.

I said. "Do it," Sarah ordered and her voice had that alpha tone that made even me want to obey. Jax carefully handed the baby to the Broker who took him with one hand while keeping the knife at Sarah's throat with the other. "Beautiful," the Broker said and looked at our son with cold clinical eyes. "Strong heartbeat. Good lung capacity. This one will fetch a high price." "You're not selling my son," I said and felt my control slipping. "I'm selling both of them," the Broker said. "To the highest bidder. There's a pack in Russia that's been looking for alpha bloodlines. They'll pay millions."

“No…” Xavier’s voice remained even. “Not only that. He collected additional coins, selling your future to the Alpha. And the healers confirmed what we had long suspected and wanted—that your bloodline is valuable. That you would serve this kingdom not as a worker… but as the Alpha’s breeder. You will bear his heirs.” The words tore through her. “No…” Freya’s whisper broke into a sob. “No, that’s not true. He—he wouldn’t—” But deep down, she knew. Her father had looked at her as nothing more than a burden, a mouth to feed, a tool to trade.

“Maybe what Lyra needs is a perfect matchmaker. I know of a few strong alphas who would be more than happy to… help her with them in this pack." Alpha Damian crossed his arms, his face hard as stone and his eyes sending warnings. “Lyra, this is disgraceful of you. Look at what you’ve become. A future breeder of our bloodline, locked away in a cell like a rogue.” His voice was heavy with disappointment, the kind that stung more than any insult, and things was getting more strange at this I clenched my fists at my sides, trying not to let his words dig too deep. “I didn’t choose this,” I said quietly to his hearing. “It wasn’t my decision, it was all yours and your wicked wife.” anger led out

I stepped in with a big crown sketched on my face, I also didn't miss the chance to bang the door close when I entered. “Here I am?” I cut the lady off before she could speak, not bothering to spare her a glance. The only person I'm focused on right now is Derek. “Melanie, this is Katherine, King Derek's current breeder.” Beta Edward began, pointing me out. Current breeder? Suddenly, all hope drowned inside my chest, a look of distress etched on my face. I have lost every chance I can ever get. Silly of me to think the moon goddess would shower a little mercy on a poor soul like me. But then…