Novel & Cerita Trap Breeding

Early the next morning, Nora started in on me again. "Clara, move into Vincent's room today. You two need time to get close. The sooner you do, the sooner you can give me a grandchild." I looked at her and forced a faint smile. "I want to give you a grandchild too, but the doctor said I have a condition that makes it hard to carry a pregnancy. There's a high risk of miscarriage. I need a few days to get treated and build my strength. That way, the baby will be healthy."

Chase set his glass down and leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. "The Andersons wanted you for a ritual to save their dying bloodline," he said. " They wanted to use you up like a battery. I have a much better plan. I want to integrate your Zeen traits into the Royal Aveshill line. Imagine an army of wolves who can heal instantly, who can bond with multiple mates to strengthen the pack, who can sense enemies before they even breach the border. So, yes, Aliyah Marcus, the only reason I want you is to make you my main breeder." He reached out, his hand hovering over my brown hair. I flinched away, but he didn't seem to care.

Darius fucked her for a long time, building her pleasure slowly, making her beg for his seed before he finally flooded her womb again. Then the other four elite breeders joined. For the next several hours, Serena was the center of an endless, rotating breeding ritual. The five men took turns and worked in combinations: - Two cocks in her pussy at once, stretching her painfully full while another used her mouth. - Double anal while she rode a third cock. - Suspended in the air again, passed from man to man like a living fucktoy. They bred her relentlessly. Load after load was pumped into her cunt and ass. They made her drink special herbal mixtures between rounds to keep her fertile and horny

He was a slice-their-throat-in-the-dark animal, and he fully admitted to it. For ten years he had connived to ensure that he and his people were part of the recognized Breed society. He was, after all, a man who liked to be on the winning side. Breed freedom was the winning side. But now, the stakes had been raised. Because of his mate. Hell, he’d never caught so much as a whiff of information about mating heat between Breeds and their lovers. Who could have imagined that the Breed genetics would turn against them in such a way and would torture their females as it did?

"Then they can't be good. They may even be part of the rumours I have heard going around my kingdom of a number of Alphas that have what most are calling a breeding program..." "What sort of breeding program?" "Well, the Alpha of the pack takes all females in his pack that are of breeding age and allows all his unmated males turns to mate with them. He then sells any offspring resulting from their encounters to anyone willing to pay for them. Some of the Alphas even go as far as training the offspring in slavery to receive more for them." "Why are they still allowed to do that?"

she whispered, her eyes tracking the floor. "He does what secures dependency," I said. "By granting her food, he makes her family indebted entirely to his personal treasury rather than the pack's system. It’s a classic containment strategy. But the council seemed surprised. Just like they were surprised by the isolation period he put me through. I want to know about the previous breeders, Hanna. The women who held the mark before me. Did they have access to the lower sector logistics?" The maid went completely pale, her breathing turning into a shallow, panicked click. She didn't answer. She grabbed the edge of the wooden cart, trying to violently shove it past me.

"Little she-wolf, this is not how you want to lose your virginity. Do you even understand what these rooms are meant for?" It was a rhetorical question and he did not wait for her reply. "This is where we breed new wolves for the pack, Wren. Admittedly it's a bit of an archaic system, but it has worked for our pack for hundreds of years. And so the unmated she-wolves who are willing to bring forth our next generation voluntarily submit themselves to the program. Or, if a healthy she-wolf is caught trespassing on our territory, then she is brought here rather than being executed."

"How have you been feeling." "Fine," she said. "Some fatigue. It passed." "That's expected." He made another note. "The cramping?" "Manageable." He nodded, writing. Clinical now, precise, the warmth still present but oriented differently — the warmth of a researcher pleased with promising data. "Your mother's line has exceptional consistency. Three generations of documented fertility, strong hybrid potential, minimal drift from the original bloodlines." He turned another page. "Your father's contribution is rarer. The northern packs have maintained bloodline integrity better than most — isolation works in our favor there." He looked up again. "Nix and Dylan produced something worth waiting f

No, one can have more than three pups," Garrett says, and I growl. I have thought of this solution as well, but enforcing it creates other issues. "What about the accidents," I growl, and he glances at his son. "There won't be any. We will use sterilization to prevent accidents. Once a mated couple has reached three offspring...they are both sterilized," Garrett says, and I growl again, not liking this obvious option. "I will not enforce that, Garrett. I may be an asshole, but I will not alter my peoples' anatomy," I state, and he nods.

The Order's true history unfolded before her, not just the public narrative of protection and containment, but the secret programs of harvesting and experimentation that had continued for centuries. "They've been breeding their own operatives selectively," she continued, the revelation flowing through her expanded consciousness. "Finding our young and not just our own, but those of all supernatural beings, breeding them together, then turning them against their own. Raising them to hate themselves for being born, who they were always meant to be. Mate bonds for supernatural kinds are our souls finding those who complete us, much like what you call falling in love. But our love is built into