The Runaway Breeder Novels & Stories

Undone in the space of a single afternoon. I stood in the wreckage of my room, breathing hard, my hands shaking with fury. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. I’d done everything right. I’d been patient. I’d waited years for an opening, and when the twins finally left, I’d taken it, and I’d nearly had it … the crowd eating out of my hand, the breeder dying in some ditch in the wilds, the path to Luna finally clearing in front of me. The breeder.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

I quickly settle him once more and, once the guards have passed, I head toward the trees. Unfortunately, just as I make it to the treeline, I hear a snap behind me and turn to come face to face with a young guard. He looks at me and how I am holding the coat close. I see the moment he realises what he thinks I am and lets out a loud whistle. I turn into the trees and run as he yells. "BREEDER ESCAPE!! BREEDER ESCAPE!!"

That night, the entire pack witnessed something they'd never seen before—their cold, proud Alpha leader standing before the Luna's grave, eyes bloodshot, letting out a broken, agonized howl that echoed across the full moon sky. The sound carried through the night, raw and unending. … Three years later, in a quiet corner of another pack. I'd bought a small villa with the money I'd saved, hired a dozen werewolves to handle my meals and daily needs, and settled into a comfortable, peaceful life. The night I left the Starcrest Pack, I tossed the torch behind me. The villa burst into flames, a blazing farewell. I took the money and walked away without a second thought. 'The warning you gave him w

He had always played around during serious moments, and one would think he's unworthy, but he's like a lion waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on its prey. “This isn't worth it, neither of you will win if you keep acting like children. The one who can secure the breeder first wins, and we both know who that is.” My body froze at the word “breeder.” The term hung in the air like a cold, cruel joke. It made my skin crawl. Aidan, Bryan, and Callum were not just fighting over the throne. They were being forced into a competition, a twisted game where the winner—whoever managed to impregnate the chosen breeder first—would gain more rights to rule. The mere thought of it made my stomach twis

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

Then, I headed toward the study. As soon as I stepped in, I saw Alvin. Noticing me, he reported, "I found some stuff about Elena. When she left the pack, she was taken away by a few rogues and ended up in some remote pack in the mountains to be a breeder." "Breeder?!" I almost squeezed out these words from between my teeth, anger boiling inside me. As society had evolved, most packs dropped the whole breeder role. I never thought some packs still operated like that!

“What if she ran away because she was scared? Maybe she was scared that I would eliminate her after she gave me an heir. I remember that I treated her badly like she was a nobody. Could that be the reason?” “She was a breeder that you bought, Lucian. I don’t see how else you were supposed to treat her. She had all the fine things in life. She had servants tending to her and she was taken good care of. Those were supposed to be enough for her. Other packs treat breeders like slaves. If she wasn’t content with that then what else did she want? Your full attention as the alpha king?”

To some degree, he was right—I was a social climber. My father’s business had expanded, with many branches inside and outside our pack. I dreamed of defeating him and longed for revenge. Before, it was impossible—I was powerless. Now, he was powerless. In the past three months as Darcy Lemche’s Luna, I gained connections and investigated old cases. I believed Brigitte had told her father I was claimed as Darcy’s Luna. I heard he became anxious and ruthless, even planning to move all his companies inside the pack to a nearby pack. He never contacted me—obviously knowing I wouldn’t let him get away. Unfortunately for him, he was one step late. I had already submitted evidence and only needed t

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once."