Novelas y relatos de Trap Breeding

“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

The second building had about 10 more breeders in there and the third was empty at the moment. In the first structure there were 10 breeders who had been raped, 5 who had been pushed aside due to mates, which included Tessa-Lee, 5 whose 'owners' had died and 10 who were deemed too old to breed anymore. Of those 30 breeders in the structure, 17 of them have children and 10 have more than one child.

Since Daphne has finally committed to a time frame for the mating ceremony there is a lot of things that I must get prepared beforehand. “I have some interesting news to share with you.” I can tell by the way Theo is cocking his head to the side that I will like the news he has to share with me. I nod at him to continue. I want to have his full attention when I let him know about the ceremony. “We have three pups in the young training class that are showing peculiar talents. If you add those three, with the two that we have in the junior class than it appears that our offspring are showing evolutionary growth.”

I managed to ask. "Six months for me. Some have been here longer." Six months. Half a year in this cage, being studied like a lab rat. The thought made me want to vomit. "What are they doing to us?" Maya's expression went flat, empty. "They're breeding us. Trying to create wolves with specific traits—stronger, faster, more controllable. Most pregnancies fail. Some babies are born wrong, deformed. They keep trying anyway." The horror of it crashed over me in waves. This wasn't just imprisonment. This was systematic exploitation, genetic experimentation on living beings.

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.

“You both want an heir. That requires regular intercourse, particularly during my fertile windows. Correct?” “Correct,” Thane says. “Yes,” Dareth adds. “And you’re both expecting exclusivity during this year? Or are you planning to maintain other sexual partners?” “Exclusive,” Thane says immediately. “That’s standard in breeding contracts.” “Same,” Dareth confirms. “I’m not interested in sharing you beyond this arrangement.” The possessiveness in his tone makes my stomach flip.

I find it. "Clause Seventeen: Moral Conduct and Behavioral Standards. The Surrogate agrees to maintain appropriate professional boundaries with the Intended Parents throughout the term of this agreement. The Surrogate shall not engage in behavior deemed emotionally manipulative, overly familiar, or inappropriate as determined by the Intended Parents. Violation of this clause may result in adjustment or forfeiture of final compensation at the sole discretion of the Intended Parents." At the sole discretion of the Intended Parents. I read it three times. Four times. The words don't change.

“You were drooling by breakfast.” She tried to glare. Failed. We both snorted. But the laughter died quickly. Shiloh’s smile slipped. “It wasn’t just about you. There’s something you need to know.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “There are women at a breeding factory run by Lucian, and Jax, I think?… Sophie, they’re trapped, held against their will in cages. Impregnated. Over and over. And the babies…” She exhaled shakily. “The last one, twisted. Wrong. Harris thinks it’s the inbreeding. They don’t care. They keep breeding them like livestock.”

Even as chosen mates, you could still recognize your fated mate when you met – although I’d heard a couple of people tell me it wasn’t as intense as it was described with fated mates. Not that I could judge – besides knowing that I’d already met my mate, I couldn’t even remember what it felt like… “Even with all of that there’s still no guarantee that it will increase the birthrate,” Rhea pointed out, surprising me. “That was the whole point of the Breeding Program, right? To produce more ranked wolves?”

"Not spitefully. But we did have to follow tradition." "Tradition? What tradition has you kidnapping girls, locking them up, making them swallow poison, turning them into some kind of purring sex kitten, and then screwing her senseless until she comes so many times she doesn't even care you got her to agree to her very first m‚nage?" "In our tribe, all matings are done with a pair of males." "Don't change the subject! I was still talking about the whole you could have spoken to me but chose not to thing."