The Demigod Breeder: Their Hated Obsession Novels & Stories

That way, they would not have to worry about that while Brynn was recuperating, and the family was getting used to the new addition. The little trip to see Hecate had lit a fire underneath her ass, so she always spent a good portion of her day going over everything and trying to figure out what all we could use during the coven fight. The book was a how-to guide about dealing with Gods, Goddesses, and Demigods. There was no telling what bullshit Loki could have in store and who all would be affected. He was the God of Mischief after all. A flare of pain through the bond snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Delilah, you don't have to be scared. We can take it slow, figure things out together. I really want to do this with you but you're making it so hard for me. Do you want to tell me you don't feel the connection between us, the way fire ignites within us when in close contact? Does that mean nothing at all to you?” “It's not just about us, Azriel. And you know that. I can't let this happen. I'm not ready for the inevitable. You know the expectations of your people. I can't be your breeder. I'd be subjected to an object. An object they expect lots of babies from. I can't do that.” I said with pain in my voice.

He wasn't joking about it because his countenance was very stiff, almost angry at me that I didn't understand what he was trying to talk about. "Let us head over to the balcony." I followed him diligently. Now I'm feeling a little bit of worry eating up my insights as I begin to think of everything that must have gone wrong. "You kind of understand that you are not the best choice for a breeder right? You are an Omega considered as the least person that could ever get involved with so why are you rejecting yourself to get you to use somebody who can make you up to par." He paused, "The elders in the pack hate you. You would have to do a lot to win them over and I tell you that it's not going

"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.”

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.

The Blood Moon pulsed like a wound in the sky; its glow was no longer bound by the heavens but chained instead to the will of the lone figure standing atop the broken tower. With each slow breath he took, the earth trembled. Rivers turned black. Distant screams tangled with the wind. Tremors wrecked the lands as he willed, and chaos reigned below. Atop the ruin of the great tower, the demigod looked across the horizon. And with each passing minute, his awareness expanded, and with that expansion, his powers improved. He stretched it across the lands, and crops withered, buildings cracked under unseen pressure. From the shadows rose their new enemies. Not half-bloods. Not the Vrykolakas they’

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."

“Sorry, I don't understand.” I answered, feeling really puzzled by his words. I didn't understand what a breeder was. “What is a breeder?” Ulric sighed, but not as if running out of patience, but more as in ‘ok, let me explain it’. “Breeder is like a surrogate. Do you get it now?" I shook my head from one side to the other. “You're going to give each of the three of us a baby. You will bear the heirs of our packs. The next Alphas.”