THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR
The solar flares fried the world A sudden wolf gene turned half the population into beasts. Now humans are either breeders, collaborators, or …dead.
I was Rylan's breeder. Until he found his "mate" and told me to run.
So I ran.
Now I trade my body for shelter. My mouth for food. My cunt for a knife to sleep with. Sex isn't love out here. It's currency… It's the only language the people in this wasteland understand.
Four of them want me now.
A cursed Alpha who threw me away but can't stop hunting me. A scarred commander with something feral crawling under his skin. A man who remembers nothing of his past yet had never been touched gently in his life. And a wolf lord's son who sees something in me I don't even see in myself.
There's also a bandana-faced scavenge, He pins me in the dark and tells me to run. He's not one of the four. He's just the reason I sleep with a knife.
They all think I'm just a breeder… warm body…A hole to fill….
They don't know I'm the last one left who remembers what the world was like before the fire.
And I'm done being used.
Let them come. I'll take their cocks in my pussy, their lies to my ears , their desperate hands on every curve on my body and then?… I'll take their throats.