Trap Breeding Novels & Stories

I said softly. “Yet,” Valeria added, her voice sharp as a blade, “he managed to find his pulse quickly enough to breed with her sister in their own mother’s house. The issue wasn't Serena’s heat; it was his archaic, twisted need to control her spirit by denying her body.” “Oh, wait, the best part,” Freya said, her excitement bubbling over. “They waited three years for the mating. He wouldn't even mark her. He insisted on ‘purity.’ He never even used his hands to explore her.”

"As you mentioned, this little girl has been living in the forest for a few days, where there are many hidden dangers. Who knows if it's contaminated? Wouldn't it be a significant loss if I repurchased it and double-checked it? That's all there is to it; add another $100 to divide the five of you evenly. What do you think of the final price?" Anne was young but understood what the two of them were saying. The woman who used to care for Anne with her sweet voice made her feel as if she could feel her mother's love. But now, she hasn't hesitated to sell Anne to these evil traffickers. It's perilous! The voice she had liked earlier in the day was now talking about selling her to human trafficke

My voice trailed off, not seeing the need to complete the statement; she already knew what I was referring to. She let out a whoosh of breath before replying, "Yeah, but it's more reliable than sperm insemination. I want us to quickly get this over with, so I can move on with my life." She replied crisply. And for some reason, I felt a tad disappointed that she wanted to be done with everything already when we had not even started. 'What's wrong with me?' I couldn't help wondering. She was just a breeder, why was I being so much involved and not wanting it to end quickly like she did?

All births are recorded. In an effort to assume control of the quality of the regenerating population, the regime has passed a law. Those born of perfect genetics are to be located and carefully monitored. All males and females, aged fourteen and older, are to be sought out and taken from their homes to a breeding facility. There, they will be analyzed and paired with a mate whose combined genetics promise to produce the best offspring. Those who are found damaged or mutated are to be immediately disposed of to prevent polluting the future human race.

But we all have one position we do not want to obtain: the Breeder. Breeders are the she-wolves assigned to become the pup producers in the pack. Their job is to allow the mateless warriors of Pine Paw to breed them, with no say in who their partner is, during the current breeding period. Its intended purpose is to add more wolves to the pack population and bring about stronger wolves for the next generation. Many wolves believe it to be an honourable position a she-wolf can obtain, but we all know the truth. Once you become a Breeder, you are nothing more than a slave, a tool for men to use your body for their own pleasure while they rape you into producing the next lot of pups for the pack

Aria thinks back to their first meeting at that coffee shop near his office. The "accidental" encounter that led to conversation, then dinner, then a relationship that consumed her life. All of it scripted. "What about Sophie?" "Sophie was always part of the plan. The next generation of Project Mindbridge, genetically enhanced through selective breeding." The clinical terminology makes Aria's stomach turn. "Selective breeding?" "Leon Hart wasn't chosen randomly as your husband. His genetic profile, combined with your enhanced cognitive abilities, created the optimal conditions for producing a child with unprecedented intellectual capacity."

"Drake and I found evidence that Ty was sleeping with the breeders he had stashed at the cabin and maybe elsewhere, up to ten times a day, to make Drake." Lori didn't seem surprised. She sighed. "So Stclaires. They're known for having a high sex drive. Like, really high. I think that plays into their obsession with perfection. They have some genetic glitch that makes them believe they're gods and should spread their seeds as far and wide as possible."

Beside her, Daire’s hand was a hot weight on the armrest, fingers flexing every time a voice around them said *stock* or *line* or *obedient. His scent had gone sharp, edged with rage, and something more primal. “You can negotiate usage rights in the breeding clause,” a man in the row ahead whispered to his companion. “Tribunal template lets you restrict them from outside mating. Keeps the lines clean.” Elowen wanted to vomit. She could feel Daire coil to lunge. Without looking up, she slid her gloved hand over his and squeezed once. Not a caress. A command. *Not yet.*

she shreaked at the end. "Women and their damn mates," Niki said angrily. "Last I heard, you're one of them too," Matt retorted, earing a scoff from Niki. "I dont understand why they get so excited over finding their mate, I mean dont they understand that from then on, they will be prisoner to that one person forever?" she said frowning. "Its not always like that Niki, and you do get the choice to reject the mating," James said seriously. Matt knew of his father's concerns about Nikis distaste in the mating bond, and so did Matt.

“I’m human. I’ll never be one of you.” “Then your brother dies. And so do you, when Kael gets his claws on you.” Lira nodded at the archives. “Find what you need. Fast. The next full moon is in three weeks. That’s when the mating heat hits. If you’re not with pup by then…” She trailed off, but her meaning was clear. Elara flipped through the breeding logs, her fingers trembling. 1876: Pup miscarried at 6 weeks. Voss gene absent. 1923: Stillbirth. Voss gene absent. 1989: Pup born with underdeveloped lungs. Voss gene absent.