The Runaway Breeder Novels & Stories

I stumbled back, tears finally spilling over. "Dad," Lance stepped forward, his voice hard. "That's too far." "No," I whispered. "It's exactly what he thinks. What you all think." I looked around at their faces, my mother's tears, my brothers' mixture of pity and disgust, my father's fury. "But this is my choice. My baby." "If you walk out that door," my father said quietly, "do not expect to come back. You'll no longer be welcome in this pack."

Pov Storyteller - The parent ran away! Ring the alarms and release the dogs! - Don't let him get away! Kill him if necessary, but he cannot escape. Men and dogs hunted the runaway boy who sought his freedom, at just 18 he was the culprit and victim of so much suffering. He wanted a home to feel safe in, a family to protect him, someone to love him. Along with his wolf, who had a four-color coat in white, caramel, brown and black, he ran through the tall woods, avoiding trees. He didn't know where he was or where to go, but he needed to get away from there.

“No, Claus. This one isn’t going to the breeder auction just yet. She’s staying right here, for now.If she proves useless I’ll have her sent to the markets right away, after you boys have your share of her, of course.” The wolves growl and lick their chops. Reginald must be able to mindlink with them, but he chooses to say those words aloud so I can hear them. Breeder auction? I’ve heard of those. While legal in Celestonia, they were outlawed in the other territories decades ago. I draw my knees to my chest and try to make myself as small as possible. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I still believe I’ve been sold as just a maid. Someone to cook and clean and hang laundry.

"Other packs?" "Oh yes. Word is spreading about the runaway Luna and her unclaimed heir. The Silvermoon Pack out of Colorado is already mobilizing. The Iron Wolves from Nevada sent scouts last week." Magnus's voice took on a helpful tone, like he was doing me a favor by sharing intelligence. "Face it, Kiera. Your son is going to end up with one of us eventually. The only question is whether you choose his fate or let it be chosen for you." The words hit like ice water, but I forced myself to show no reaction. "Generous offers. Both of them."

"But then, the thought of how much you love children—how hard you tried to conceive—I couldn't bring myself to blame you. I had no right to. "I know you're still angry. I've been paying for it. But now that you're back, please—don't leave again." I replied in the simplest way possible. "The hearing's about to start. Let's go inside." Without waiting, I stepped into the courthouse. But after waiting for what felt like forever, I realized Gaius had fled. I'd suspected he might refuse to cooperate, but I didn't expect him to be such a coward. I left everything in the hands of my lawyer and flew abroad that very day.

His eyes stared into mine without concern and a calmness to them as if he thought I was insane or overreacting. My heart that had been calm began racing as I tried to process the information that I was about to spend three days in the same house with a man that has a huge and well-known reputation for being a killer, a drug dealer and possibly a sex trafficking. Wasn’t that what the mafia was all about? And arms sales? I couldn’t stop staring at Scott in disbelief as I still couldn’t piece it together that Scott was the heir to a mafia empire, built on blood and violence. Just when I thought I’d gotten to know the man, he dropped an even bigger shocker as if to inform me that I was getting t

A mere surrogate runaway carrying his child! "Spread the news worldwide, spread her picture and his name, whoever had even a glimpse of her report it to me. Announce that there will be a generous amount of reward." He said this to Max the day after the surrogates runaway but until now, there's no news at all. Mew busied himself with the PI that he hired, currently they were fixing the images that they got for clearer evidence. The 3D Footage almost made the picture clear along with the picture of Hanna in the biodata that has been submitted along with the contract, even his own description was added to it.

"Andrea Brigadier, what the hell's wrong with you? Do you know how many girls would kill to marry Lucien Denver? By the count of three, you better get your ass up on that altar and say I do!" "It's all part of the plan Liliana" I said as I wiped my tears away. "What plan? There was a plan and you didn't tell your best friend?" Lilian asked surprised. "I didn't tell you... I didn't tell you because it involves me escaping, running away" I said trying to make Lilian get the whole point but she was more confused than ever. "Running away to where?" She asked curiously. "I don't wanna be alpha, and neither do I want to marry Lucien. But they are both duties I must carry out. So that's why I and L

“I still don’t know…What I do know is that the success of the birth determines the fate of both the breeder and the child.” “What do you mean?” Penny asked. “Bernard, the man who attacked you, and the people he works with have decided that if you miscarry too many times, the baby is born stillborn, or born with a birth defect then the breeder and the baby are undesirables. To them all undesirables should be disposed of.” Margo sighed. “You don’t mean-” “It means exactly what it sounds like.” Margo said, looking her straight in the eye.

Her gaze landed on a low bunk bed, but Irish was determined not to bend or break, determined not to obey a single command. "No." Came her firm reply. "Not until you tell me what you mean by breeder." Walking menacingly towards her, his eyes stared deep into hers, as if to bore a hole in them. Then he gave out a short, creepy laugh that brought a shiver down her spine. "Breeder? It means I bought you for a f*e. I own you. You'll warm my bed and bear me a child. You'll obey my every command and I'll do with you as I please."