The Alpha King's Breeder Novels & Stories

Conceive… pregnant… child… All the words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder meant. No wonder they were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to be the next Alpha of the Drogomor pack needed to have the most powerful combination of bloodlines—ideally Alpha blood from both of his parents. But a breeder was just a tool—used once, and then thrown away. No Alphas would allow their beloved daughter to be treated that way... except my own father. "Vicky, that's enough!" Talon's sudden low, rebuke brought me back to my senses.

The Alpha replied. His words hit me like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. I staggered, room spinning, vision blurring. "B-breeder?" I stammered, my voice barely audible. The Alpha's gaze locked onto mine, cold and unyielding. "Yes, you'll bear me strong, healthy pups. Secure the future of our pack." My mind reeled in horror. Bought. Breeder. Pups. I felt reduced to a mere vessel, a tool for his desires.

I finally spoke, and my voice cracked, exposing the despair I felt. “Oh five,” Twelve sounded like she was going to crumble. “It’s not that bad?” Fifty nine offered softly. “You got a random Alpha, you can take him. It’ll only be worse if it was the King.” A sob caught in my throat. It was in fact the King. The worst of them all, the one sitting at the top of the food chain. And I wasn’t just picked, I was mated to him. My eyes brimmed with tears again, and in that moment, I was grateful for the darkness.

Alpha Kyle tapped his shoulder. Alex was shocked as he looked from Tianah to Alpha Kyle and now he saw the striking balance. "Okay, your grace." Alex bowed to Alex Kyle who walked back into his tenth to get some rest. Old but still looking as handsome as ever. "Like my father said. I'm Tianah. And I'm the only daughter of the Alpha of this pack which is my father and it's nice to meet you, Alex. Do you mind telling me more about yourself?" Tianah asked.

For now, I needed to rest, recompose myself and strategize as to how to find Alpha King his mate and how to free myself. Alpha King was a strange case. Most werewolves, especially those of strong blood lines like Alphas or Beta’s – especially one of such incredible lineage as Alpha King would find their mate by age of 18 or 20 at least. Most would have at least 2-3 pups by age of 30. Alpha King Roman was 30, yet has never found a mate. Both his mother and father came from prestigious lines, in fact, his mother’s line was unique – wolves with extra abilities – a small but extremely powerful pack. It was not for the lack of trying on Alpha King-s part. He looked everywhere, visited all packs,

“I will stop messing with your Luna. But you need to keep in mind that even if you have Etizia, I will remain your Luna. You got it?” Timothy didn’t reply. He only lowered his head until we heard the knock on the door. “Come in,” I allowed. My Beta came and reported, “Alpha, the Alpha King returned, and he asked everyone to gather.” Timothy and I looked at each other before we headed out. Once we came back to the field, we saw the other werewolves gathered in the place. They were all waiting for what Nox was about to say as he stood before us. Oh, that might be Alpha King. He only got the position after killing his father. Does he really think he suits the title when he’s a half-blood Omega?

All have heard of Alpha King Klein, but not everyone has had the privilege to meet him in person. And now I am standing in front of him. He is everything you could expect from the rumours. He is also known as the Beast, not because he is partly a demon, which everyone suspects he might be, but because he is ruthless. Of all the Alpha kings that have reigned and ruled, Alpha Klein is the most different. As I have heard, he is unspeakably brutal and a danger to those who cross paths with him. He has brought death and destruction to his enemies, and sometimes even to his allies, just to get what he wants. He is cunning, but his intelligence and strength are above all to manipulate anyone in his

And right above it, the terms were spelled out in clear, brutal text: Collateral: Selene Marlow. Buyer: The Obsidian Throne. The Obsidian Throne was the seat of the Alpha King. Kael Vale. He was the most feared, lethal wolf on the continent. A man who ruled the entire werewolf kingdom through blood. He was ruthless, cold, and unyielding. He was also Dorian's father. My ex-father-in-law. “He…the King bought me?” I whispered, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I hadn't even been divorced for less than 24 hours? How did he know I wouldn't be with his son?

She'll give you strong pups. My blood turned to ice. "What?" The Alpha King—Damon Blackstone, ruler of the Northern Mountain Pack—studied me like I was livestock at an auction. His grey eyes traveled from my face down my body, assessing. "She's untouched?" he asked Victor, not even addressing me directly. "Of course, of course," Victor stammered. "Pure as snow. She knows her place, keeps house well. She'll be a good breeder." Breeder. The word hit me like a physical blow.

“No, breeder. You’ll take me again… the way I want.” She hated that word ‘breeder’. But what right did she have to complain? To him, that was all she was. Still, Althea’s resolve hardened. Things had already come to this, then she would make sure of one thing: she would become more than just a breeder to the Alpha King.