The Runaway Breeder Novels & Stories

I typed in waning moon pack and different links popped up, I clicked on the first one I saw, its title grabbing my attention: RUNAWAY IN CAHOOTS WITH RAIDERS. The Waning Moon pack had recently survived a raid only to discover one of their wolves missing. The Alpha’s son, Adrian, who had reportedly been a witness to the runaway assisting the raiders pack things- steal from the pack. The runaway in question was an orphan that the pack had taken in and looked after as one of their own. It is hard to believe that the goodwill of this pack could turn around and betray them. Goes to show you that there was only so much good a person could do, yet it would still be responded to with evil.

I'd heard about them the ones who hunted breeders and sold them to the highest bidder. “A breeder,” one said, kneeling down. Yellow teeth. Scar across his nose. “Alone. What are the odds?” “She's pretty.” Another one, younger, dead eyes. “The southern camps pay good money for pretty breeders.” “Rylan's pack is north.” The third one, older, grey in his beard. “What's a Rylan breeder doing out here?” “Don't know. Don't care.” Yellow Teeth grabbed the net. Shook it. I thrashed. He laughed.

I step out of the cab after along session of pleading and Bargaining with Alpha Jake, For the sake of my dad, I have to become a breeder to Alpha Jake, some thing more like a surrogate, there is no contract binding me being a breeder but where can I even escape to with a ruthless Alpha like Jake, morever I have to stick to the plan so that my dad doesn’t rotten in jail at least becoming Alpha Jake’s breeder would lessen my dad’s jail term.

It was obvious I was angry, but his lust didn't let him see it. "Yes, alp..." I didn't allow him to complete his statement before I snapped his neck. The rest moved back in fear. "His death should serve as a warning to you all! Anyone who lays a hand on the breeder dies. She only belongs to me. If you want to start a life, avoid her like a plague. Is that clear?" They all nodded in fear. "You may all leave." They turned and walked away. I was about to close the door when Wren arrived shirtless.

He was drinking straight from the bottle. “The Alpha's secret breeder, right?” One of the other men responded. “Yes!” The first man noted as he began to laugh. The other men also began to laugh. I didn't know the reasons for their laughter and I tried to ask the man beside me. I used a foreign accent to keep myself concealed. “The Alpha hired a secret breeder who got pregnant for him without the whole Pack knowing at all…” the man beside me explained. “Now, the breeder ran away from the Pack to another Pack where she gave birth to triplets!”

Maybe until another night that I need to forget and drown myself in fleeting pleasure. My men should be on their way back from their journey to one of the outer border packs. I'd told them to ensure that the Alpha didn't live to see another sunrise. Why? He was keeping Breeders against the usual protocol, selling them in secrecy to rich wolf families and hoarding the profits gained. I also learnt that he was even trading girls that weren't up to eighteen. He also evaded taxes, and refused countless times to come here and answer for his misdeeds. I gave him enough chances to redeem himself, and he kept spitting in my eye.

I'm so grateful to the moon goddess for giving me a mate like her, even when my life isn't the perfect one. I became a rogue the moment I ran away from home. Everyone believes a rogue is someone who doesn't follow rules or does something unspeakable. No one will believe the other side of the story, a rouge is always a rogue. If a rogue tresspasses, the warriors of a pack kill them. Hence why I'm always on my best behaviour. I don't want to be treated like trash or get bullied so I avoided everyone, especially Alpha.

She was right. Her words might have been hurting, but she wasn’t wrong. It had been foolish thinking to think that I was going to be able to hide away from Mikhail for this long. I mean, the man had tasted my blood, taken my pride and dignity, he owned me. And running away from him had only awakened the beast in him. He loved this chase. “You are right,” I said, my tone surprising them. “I am Mikhail’s breeder, and it wasn’t by choice. It was wrong of me to think that I could ever run away from him,” I whispered, tears flowing down my cheeks.

He’d go from the heir to a nobody in a heartbeat. "No," I said firmly. It wasn't a lie. I wasn't what they thought I was. I saw a tiny flash of relief in his eyes. I realized then that I had a card to play. If Pascual was scared of losing his spot, maybe he was the key to my escape. But I had to be careful. He was still loyal to the pack, and he was still the one who dragged me back here. "I don't know why they're saying those things," I said, making my voice sound small. I wrapped my arms around myself and let a little bit of my real terror show. "Alpha Reynaldo wants me to be a breeder. That’s why I ran away in the first place."

"You shame this pack with every word. Freya Callahan, for disgracing Blackmoor before the crown, I sentence you to breeder status, effective immediately." The words didn't make sense at first, and then they did, and everything inside me went still. Breeder. No name, no rights, no choice. A body passed between males until it stopped producing pups. I had seen the breeder females once, gray-faced and empty-eyed behind their barred windows, and I had looked away fast, the way you look away from your own worst nightmare. "No." I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered. "No, Alpha, please, please..."