The Alpha King's Breeder Novels & Stories

He just kept staring at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "But defiance," he murmured. "Defiance makes it interesting." His hand moved to the back of my neck. His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled just hard enough to make my scalp sting. I gasped and his eyes darkened. "Tell me little human," he said. His voice dropped lower. "Do you know what happens to breeders who fight their Alphas?" I couldn't speak. My throat had closed up completely. "They break," he whispered. "Slowly. Piece by piece. Until there's nothing left but obedience."

His dark hair fell just above his piercing green eyes, and his jaw clenched tightly as he looked between us. “What the hell are you doing to the poor girl?” he demanded. Marcus scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Relax, Kael. This is my new breeder. Finally, I’ll have a child worthy of the Alpha title.” Kael’s eyes widened in disbelief, his gaze snapping back to me. “Breeder? She’s an innocent girl, not your damn plaything.” “She’s whatever I decide she is,” Marcus said coolly. “And don’t you dare forget that.”

My thoughts spiraled, each more dire than the last. What had happened to Jane? Was she even still Jane? The vacant look in her eyes didn’t belong to the girl who just spoke to me. She’d been full of life, but now, she was a shell. I buried my face in my hands, fighting back tears. I now got it why Alpha Kane wanted me to be just his breeder. This is what he dealt in. My only solution was to run away from him.

“The Alpha King wanted me in exchange for protection. We were stuck because he was the only option. Disobedience was a grave offense as he could wipe out my pack in the blink of an eye. In a bid to save the life of my loved ones, I became his property for life, until I got framed and was thrown out of the castle.” “We are very sorry, Aurora,” They chorused, giving me a warm hug. “Did molest and impregnate you while you were at his place?” “No. I became his breeder. He had the right to my body. He needed a son badly in order to keep the packs together.” “Doesn't he have a mate?” “She died. According to him, she died some years back on the day his brothers were captured and killed. His mate wa

Brax questioned as he got comfortable in the chair next to Ace. Ace growled lowly as he shoved his anger aside to finish what he had to say. "Three generations ago, our kind was ruled under one Alpha, the King. He decided he didn't want to rule over everyone, giving over a majority of his land. creating the Pack Lands we have today. I finally found the documents that hold the names of those very people. Proving there is a Royal Bloodline that still exists today." The excitement and eagerness at his findings were too hard to ignore.

Alpha Lucas lifted my chin and said, "You've made me very disappointed, so you're not even qualified to be my breeder. If you want to be my exclusive fuck toy, you have to go through very rigorous training. All my fuck toys have to show me their absolute obedience. Whenever I tell you to do anything, you have to do it immediately. If you dare to disobey me, or be hesitated for one brief moment, I'll give you to my soldiers and let them take turn to fuck you. Then, I'll throw you to the rogues and let them finish the job. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." I whispered. "All your holes on your body belong to me and must be open to me. I do whatever I want to them, whenever I feel like it. If I'm n

"The expansion would extend the anchor obligation to any female-line descendants." Another voice, one of the pack officials from dinner. "The bloodline models support this. The anchor ability is hereditary. If the current anchor produces offspring with sufficient Alpha compatibility." "The compatibility isn't hypothetical," Voss said. "It's documented. The maternal line has demonstrated stable anchor capacity across three generations. The grandmother, the mother, the girl. The pattern is established." My hands tightened on the linens. "And the father's bloodline determines the potency of the heir's ability," the second official said. "Which is why the breeder decree specifies Volkov seed spe

Something cold settled on my ribs. Banished. The lineage that I had preserved with my blood had been erased in a single day. The proud lineage, hundreds of years of names and titles, all this turned to ashes because Kael wanted to please a common maid who used to clean his chamber pots. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No. This cannot happen." "It happens when the Alpha gives such an order," Torvin replied, his hard eyes staring into mine. "Unless you change the course of events."

“Harder,” I moaned and breathed hard, my fingers locked in Jörgen’s hair as he drove into me against the cold stone wall of the old storage room. The air smelled of dust and his sweat. Every thrust scraped my back against the rough surface. I was soaked, shaking, trying to stay quiet while the rest of the pack house slept two corridors away. His mouth was at my neck, teeth grazing, one hand pinned my wrist above my head. I could feel how close he was; tight, controlled, the way he always got right before he finished. “Ughh, fuck! You’re mine,” he growled against my skin. “Say it!” “Yours.” The word came out broken. "I'm yours Jörgen." I meant it that night. I had meant it fo

It was all a beautiful performance. I was a contracted bride. My father sold me to Ironholt to save his own territory from a border dispute. I was a transaction. I was brought here to breed an heir. They called me their mate because that was the proper script to follow. It was just the sauce of being a royal bride. A true Alpha king couldn't tell the pack press he married a random, unwanted Omega just to secure a political bloodline. He had to pretend it was a destined, magical match to keep the high council happy.