The Demigod Breeder: Their Hated Obsession Novels & Stories

"We clearly can't let all of our efforts go wasted." "Moon goddess help me that I lay my hands on that witch who had repaid my kindness with nothing but betrayal," Alpha Reid banged his fist on the table. "Is the girl a breeder too?" Luna Ryka asked. "No. I heard she's one of us— a Lycan," I retorted. "Oh, furry hell," Ryka exclaimed. "The omen is bad. Really bad." "Really bad, Luna Ryka. Because there's absolutely no way Lucien would want anything crawling on her. Not even the tinniest ant. She will be carrying his heir and that is not a good sign for us all," I emphasized.

His brows pinched together and I blinked like a lost puppy. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Better than waiting for the car to arrive.” I finally responded and I wonder why my voice wavered in the process. He refused to carry me and now he’s pressed someone else is offering what he can’t? Additionally, he might be a guard but that meant nothing. I’m an omega too. We are basically no different from each other. If I’m being honest, his situation is less entangled than mine. I’m a pregnant breeder who will soon be abandoning her child, to go away with her mate to start a new life. That’s if the moon goddess fated me with Bryson.

"Your pack? Ha! Do you mean the group of misfits and weaklings you've gathered around you? Please. I'll have them do my bidding in no time." I gritted, my fists clenched. "You're not going to cause chaos in my pack. I'll stop you before you can even try. Don’t mess with me, leave while you can.” Kieran smiled, a cold smile. "Oh, I'm shaking with fear. But I think I'll take my chances. You see, I have a plan, and it starts with finding a new breeder for the pack. Someone who will do my bidding, not yours. Just hope you get a good breeder… or else… I will use her to get to you and there is nothing you can do about it.”

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

Mikael brought out a picture and I blanched. "Drorzon made his own son his lover? How depraved is that twisted fuck," I growled angrily and both men shrank back into their chairs. I'm sure they were confused by my outburst; demons regularly bred with their own to keep bloodlines pure but I was half angel and that half found it repulsive.

That is the name of my kingdom. Most of all, I love her with all my heart. And I love all her offsprings. Hel is a goddess, Her children were all demigods and Hel made sure that they were all properly trained and disciplined, they are all epitome of the proper code of behavior. She have three children in all. “You loved them as your own.Because they were just like you.”

It was a cycle that repeated over and over again. The demigod had not needed a body. He had desired a divine heir. A vessel of blood and power, soul-tempered by pain across millennia. He required Ophelia. A scream ripped from Ophelia’s throat, but the sound did not come from her lungs. The sky itself echoed with her agony. Runes lit across her body, cracking her skin like glass. She rose from Aaron’s arms. Levitating, glowing, her limbs limp like a marionette on strings. Only this wasn’t a show, and the strings were invisible. Her shadow stretched unnaturally long across the ground, and from it, something crawled-

He moved his hand to my jaw, tilting my head back so I was forced to meet his gaze. "A breeder," he continued, the word devoid of malice, yet colder for its precision. "That is your purpose. To carry, to sustain, to bear me an heir that will anchor this kingdom for generations. You are the vessel for my legacy. You will be mother to my bloodline. You understand that, do you not? You must bear me a child."

"what?! Power? Beings like you are not supposed to live! The fact that those lycans were acting like they own the entire world annoys me! I need to find that bitch and kill her as soon as possible!" "My lord you can't do that!" Logan blurted out. "What?" "You can't do that just yet! She is the last one left. She has enough power to fight everyone here. But do you know what's better?" "What is it?" "Breeding." Logan answered. Orsel stared at Logan intently, "Breeding? What's that supposed to imply?" "My lord, I tried to get her myself but I couldn't find her. The people who bought her killed those who tried to take her. If anyone, even an ordinary human can have a child with her, that child w

Trying to obtain the information, she’s giving. “You see, only specific creatures could have this magic. Mostly, deities only have this. However, when Diyan Masalanta, the Goddess of Love made some deities fall in love with mortals. Some said that she’s bored, but no one confirmed that theory.” She stopped again. “So, the offspring of a god or goddess to a mortal would be a demigod. These demigods have the ability to obtain half of his/her god or goddess parent.” She continued explaining. Okay, that’s cool and amazing.