The Runaway Breeder Novels & Stories

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

Damien was her playmate. "You were there? You were the boy!" She clutch her head, he nods. "My mother used to sneak me into the estate. She believed in the old ways, the unity of the clans. She hoped if we could find a connection to heal the old wounds." A pain glinted in his eyes. "But then the feud escalated, your mom was kidnapped and I was sent away. Trained to become the next Don."

His eyes softened. And I want you in my new life. If you’ll stay. Larris throat tightened. I'm not a good man. You became good for me, she whispered. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them again, he whispered. I’ll stay. EPILOGUE THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO CHOSE HERSELF Months later, Teresa stood on a balcony overlooking Greyfall City. The wind carried the scent of rain, but this time, she wasn’t running.

Elise snapped, her voice full of anger. "Elise," Helen looked into her eyes, "I appreciate everything you’ve done for me these past years. Without you, I might be dead—or one of my children might be. But I need to leave the country before he sues me." "What? No, baby. You can’t run like you’re some kind of criminal. He’s the bad guy, not you, sweetheart. You can’t abandon ship just when everything is starting to come to light." "I know! I know it would be selfish because a lot of people depend on Reynolds LM, and we’re supposed to bring them peace again... but I can’t risk my children."

He said, causing me to chuckle a little. “I was crying because no one has ever cared so much as to think of just this small statement. It's very touching.” Taking a deep breath I prepare myself to tell him everything. Even about Zoey. “Did you know there was such a thing called the “Breeder Dens?”’ I asked him, but his puzzled expression had me guessing he did not. “A while ago, an Alpha decided that women had no other purpose than to breed. They were property and nothing more. But not everyone has the same ability to achieve a mate. So to meet the demands of his “buddies” he started what is called the breeder dens. They are just these little cells where men are given a number and pay to mat

c) If there are any repeat offenders, they will be shunned from the pack and sterilised D) Children born from these crimes should be protected by the Alpha and be under the Alpha's protection 3) Breeders will not go out alone - well vetted low warriors will escort two or more breeders from A to B 4) Breeders will be supported in flats that are fit for human habitation if they are unable to become breeders 5) Owners are not able to pass breeders from one person to another. 6) Owners are not allowed to abandon their breeders without suitable housing and career to sustain themselves.

“A while back, I got a breeder—” “Breeder number what?” I asked him. It was a method of identification he once used the close time when we were having some random discussion. He looked glad for a bit then replied, “Breeder number two. She was from a little pack that was troubled by savages. After helping them defeat their attackers, the alpha gave away one of the daughters of his breeders as mine. It was great, you know. She was the first breeder I didn’t personally go in search of, rather she was kind of given to me as a thank you and all.”

He was staring right at me too, his mouth closed. "Uh, is everything okay?" "Did you hear me? I said the breeder is arriving at the end of the week." "What?" I said stupidly, knowing full well what he was talking about. Part of the arraignment that had secured our family's future and my powerful status came with a catch. I couldn't just produce an heir on my own. I needed a breeder. Ernest's brow was knitted into a frown. "Have you been listening at all?"

“The factory.” The room cooled. I nodded once. “The breeding facility. We have enough from Sophie and Shiloh to know it’s real. Women in cages. Children born and sorted. The failures discarded. The successes placed in schools and nurseries under hunter control.” Abel’s hands curled into fists. “We can’t leave that standing.” “We won’t,” I said. Ronan sat forward, finally, all lazy posture gone, driven by a need to witness the factory himself, unable to trust secondhand reports.

I went over the fence, landed hard on the other side with my knees screaming in pain, got up, and kept moving. The house was behind me now and the road was ahead. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know how far I'd get. I only knew I had to run. What are you doing to us? I thought. What are you getting us into? And then, smaller and colder than all the rest... What will he do to my family when he finds me gone?!