The Runaway Breeder Mga Nobela at Kwento

His life as a breeder had not been any better more injections and by extension, forced pregnancies resulted in more of his children being stolen from him and sold off into a life as miserable as his own. In the present, Owen attempted to keep himself from thinking of this even as he felt the all too familiar sensation of Conway's thick cock pulsing inside him and the warm splatter of his seed filling his barren womb, still scarred and carrying the damage of being bred so often and the side effects of the drugs that kept him in an unbalanced heat.

He said, tapping the guard’s shoulders. “There you will have your bath and put on the new clothing I have prepared for each of you because someone will be arriving shortly to transport you to the Hellbound Pack. There, you will assume your duties as Alpha Draven's personal breeders.” On hearing his words, my hands shook, and my claws flexed instinctively as I sank to the ground, tears spilling freely on realizing that everything I had worked hard for was slipping through my fingers. Will I really become the breeder of a man rumored to be notorious for his cruelty, and for bending lives to his will?

"My former mistress told me all about it. She said I have to be confident and stand out in order to be sold to a wealthy Alpha who will take care of me as his breeder." I turned to her, wearing a puzzled expression. "What is a breeder?" The girl sighed, clearly showing her annoyance. "Most of you are so young and innocent. It's such a pity. A breeder is someone whose job is to bear children for her master. Once you're sold, you'll become a birthing machine for your master. I hope that answers your question." "That's –that's not true," I stammered, struggling to understand what she said. "But they are young ones amongst us. Some who have mates out there and can't be with another."

She didn’t have the slightest wish of living in peace here, did she? “Tell me, breeder, what is the penalty for failing to fulfill a breeder’s duties?” I wanted her to say the words herself. She would be more familiar with the rules than me. It’s from her pack, after all. “The alpha’s breeder is a branded slave who must warm his bed to his satisfaction. She is not allowed to waste the seeds of the alpha by consuming any concoctions that stop pregnancy. In a given time, the breeder must provide pups for the alpha. Failure to do so…” I felt her tremble at this point, and I could tell my wait was worth it. All that explanation meant nothing to me. I only wanted her to get to this part.

I mumble as I shake in his grip; he’s touching me all over, his hand on my forehead, another pressing my stomach to hold me against him and I can feel his hard length pressing against my panty-covered ass. “Hunter, you call me Hunter, little breeder.” There’s that word again. ‘Breeder’. Alpha Jacob had breeders and they were looked down on like the rats of the Pack, nothing but whores that were kept to give men pups when their mates failed to provide them. The women are kept in nice accommodations and want for nothing but everyone knows what they are: a vessel for a pup and never anything more. It's not something I ever wanted for myself. I’m a virgin who wants to wait for her mate, not the

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.”

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.