Trap Breeding の小説・ストーリー

Then me. “Genetic compatibility.” I understood where his mind had gone. “No. “We need to consider it.” “Tessa isn't hybrid.” “As far as we know.” That was the problem. How much did we actually know about any contestant? Sebastian opened the proposal again. “Maybe they're testing different traits.” “Wolf strength,” I said. “Bloodlines,” Silas added. “Mate bonds.” “Regeneration.” My eyes dropped towards the Moonfire section. “Reproductive cycles.” The implications were ugly… very ugly.

It was this maniac’s tactic to offer chicken soup to his mates to divert their attention in keeping an eye on her so she could get out, but that was all his plan. When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her!

“Breeding? Like…stock? Cows and horses?” “Yes,” Hank murmurs, his eyes going far-off again. “The Community obviously doesn’t get new kids by a result of love matches, but instead likely through very careful planned pairings. It’s a eugenic practice and completely objectionable but…” he sighs, looking back at Ella and Sinclair, “the Community is not going to be happy about losing its prime specimen. They won’t let him go easily, whenever it is that they figure out he’s defected.”

Kaneki asks. Although I have never done any study for genetic engineering, I learned as a child that a good rodeo bull has a chance of his son being a good jumper too, and with studies by our veterinarians we started using insemination for a greater chance of champion bulls. Tsunami and Destroyer are the first generation like this, both sons of Drilling, the bull I learned to ride and that's why both are mine. But they are not the only ones, because a cow was also born, Kokio, who already had two heifers that are of calving age, Butterfly, daughter of Tsunami and Sunflower’s daughter of Destroyer, and finally had Storn, the son of Tsunami, who in two years will be tested to see if he receive

Marina said slowly. Vael looked at her. Marina felt the cold arrive in her chest the way cold arrived when something she had been afraid of without knowing it finally showed its shape. "He has been collecting conduits for a decade," Vael said. "The breeding program was not only about creating harmony holders. Part of it was identifying wolves with the right root frequency access and conditioning their magic toward the specific configuration." She paused. "We believe he has at least one conduit already prepared." "Who," Astrid said.

We can't give them hope," Sophie said, expressing everyone's thoughts. “But we can't fight them to protect her." The elders had been quiet during the progenitor discussions, but Alexei Sr. revealed that they'd been preparing for this. "We knew Progenitors would awaken," Alexei Sr. In order to create silver wolves that can resist recalibration, the breeding program exists. Hope is the result of ten generations of selective breeding to create progenitor-resistant genetics." "You're breeding us to fight our creators?" Elena asked, comprehending the elders' plans. "We've been breeding you to survive your creators' evaluation," Alexei Sr. corrected. Hope's recalibration frequency resistance prove

“What? I’m a young guy and I’m curious. But why suppress it with the serum, Doctor?” “To reduce the risk of females getting pregnant—especially now that most offspring are male. And imagine going into heat without a mate, like me. It would be so painful, just like what we saw earlier,” Selam said. “She wasn’t in physical pain, you know… Her lust and desire were just so strong, she needed her mates. It’s perfectly normal—part of healthy breeding. But Selam is right, females are given a vaccine to lessen the chances of pregnancy,” the doctor added.

I gasped in surprise and looked at the goddess for confirmation. She smiled in response. "I knew I chose you for a reason." She suddenly had that faraway look in her eyes and continued her tale. "One of the measures we adopted to slow down their race was to reduce their reproductive ability. A white wolf can only be produced when a white wolf impregnates his mate. Any other combination will lead to any other normal wolf. Add this to the difficulties in actually impregnating their mates, the race has slowed down incredibly."

Many pregnancies were lost this way, but soon they succeeded and gave birth to the first Stepanov success. He wasn't immune to silver, but he had a tolerance. He wouldn't stay down like others and would recover faster than everyone. They were happy about this and stuck with the formula. By the time the children that had developed tolerance started having children by outsiders, they realised it weakened the genes, so they made a very drastic decision," she said and paused because it was difficult. "They started inbreeding to concentrate the gene in the next generation and the ones after them," she said, and Tamia gasped.

“Excellent. She was chosen for exactly this purpose, Damien. Clean bloodline, no powerful connections, desperate enough to sign anything we put in front of her, and clearly fertile. You needed a proper breeding vessel for a worthy Blackthorne heir. Nothing more. Don’t start getting soft on me now.” My blood turned to ice in my veins. “A breeding vessel?” Damien let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine. “Soft? Don’t insult me, Victor. She knows her place perfectly. Once she delivers a healthy child—preferably a son—the real purpose of this contract is fulfilled. After that… we’ll see. Keep pushing the board hard on the succession clause. I’m not letting my empire