The Runaway Breeder Novels & Stories

Since this bridge was under maintenance, all vehicles were prohibited from entering. When we arrived, Alyssa had already climbed onto the tall steel framework. Her body swayed precariously in the fierce wind. “It’s dangerous!” My brothers shouted anxiously, “Alyssa, come back!” Alyssa turned her head. Tears slid down her face. “Brother… Elio… I really can’t bear to leave you. But Luna can’t tolerate me. I’m dying anyway, so I might as well leave early. At least Luna will be happy.”

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.

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

Ten months and a pup, and after that I would be free. Yes, I thought, I was finally ready to be a breeder… Alpha Kieran’s breeder!

They think I don’t hear, but I do. “The breeder who defied her Alpha.” “The forced mate who ran.” “The Silverblood who survived.” At first, it made my stomach twist. I hated that word—breeder. It reminded me of nights I’d rather forget, of hands that didn’t ask, of chains that didn’t always show. But the more they said it, the less it stung. It became something else. A weapon in its own way. A story spreading through the camp like fire, changing shape each time someone repeated it.

“You know, I still can’t believe you’re really here. I used to think about it sometimes. Wondering where you ended up.” I looked out the window, the breeze tangling my hair. “You didn’t miss much. The city, the company, the chaos. You’re lucky to have stayed here.” “Lucky,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s one way to put it. You know how I ended up running the breeding program? My mom threatened to sell the stallions if I didn’t quit bouncing around jobs and come home.” I laughed. “Evelyn? She’s far too sweet to make threats.”

I can’t so much as scratch myself by accident without consequences. As if none of that was bad enough, I now know why I’m so important at the Falcon Estate. I’m to serve as the breeder for the Falcon Heir. The only way I am to receive the full three million dollars is if I conceive before the year is up, at which time the length of stay extends until I have the baby. If no conception takes place, I only leave with one hundred thousand.

The Alpha replied. His words hit me like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. I staggered, room spinning, vision blurring. "B-breeder?" I stammered, my voice barely audible. The Alpha's gaze locked onto mine, cold and unyielding. "Yes, you'll bear me strong, healthy pups. Secure the future of our pack." My mind reeled in horror. Bought. Breeder. Pups. I felt reduced to a mere vessel, a tool for his desires.

Else he definitely wouldn't have seen any necessary reasons to feed me with birth control pills regularly. I paced the room going back and forth as my mind raced with possible ideas on how to run away. I couldn't help but let out a sigh looking at the few clothes I had packed in my duffel bag. Come to think of it, was I even meant to take clothes while running? It seemed like there was no possible option. How was I supposed to run away without immediately alarming the guards? Heck, if I got caught in the process Enid would most likely order that I be thrown in the dungeon and I didn't want that. I could get mistreated but my baby doesn't deserve even the tiniest form of inconvenience.

“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?”