Werewolf Breeding Stories Novels & Stories

But I didn't expect that my own married life became so bad and desperate. My father was the Alpha of the Cacer pack and my mother's mate was the Alpha of the Pisces pack. They were close friends since childhood and fell in love with each other. They did believe that they would mate for each other. That was why I was born. But the Moon Goddess made another arrangement. Werewolves only produced offspring with their mates. And no one knew why they could give birth to me... After they reformed families with their respective mates, I was like an orphan, being laughed at and gossiped about.

“For those who don’t already know, I did not banish him from this pack. My half-brother was banished by his mother’s pack.” “I think a werewolf can survive all on his own as long as the Moon and its Goddess guides us,” Alexander cut in, his voice and tone darker than his black hair. Azriel continued telling his story but I didn’t listen. I just focused on my meal and my seatmate, the Rogue. I studied him more seriously than before. My wolf howled and growled, more restless than she’d been days ago. But her howl...they were not panicked or hurt. They were joyous, celebrating.

The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breed of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.

I tried to speak up for myself, to beg him to reconsider his idea, but my voice caught in my throat as I made an attempt. I knew better than to defy him here, knew better than to show weakness to the whole family . So I stood there gazing, silent, as he continued to explain the arrangement he had for me. "The Dark Shadow pack is willing to pay a handsome sum for you, beautiful Lyra. You'll be a valuable addition to their pack once you are in there, a new breeding wolf to strengthen their bloodlines and not make the lineage die." He smiled. "Breeding wolf? " My heart sank knowing I wasn't going there for anything good but yo be a breeding wolf to produce Children.

I explained as I returned and opened the book. “Okay. And what’s it say about vampires?” Auðr asked, leaning closer to look. “Well…” I frowned, turning to the section about vampires. “There is zero chance of a werewolf being mated to a vampire. Due to the species’ longstanding dislike for each other, chosen mating between them is exceptionally rare. As such, the chances of a lupire, the hybrid offspring of a female werewolf and male vampire, are extremely low. In the species’ history, only five confirmed lupires have been born. Only one confirmed lupire had a wolf spirit.” Auðr read the paragraph.

Picking the book up again, she ignored the hunger clawing at her stomach and resumed reading the book. Let me tell you a bit about the creation story. The moon goddess at the time of creation, birthed 5 wolves and five humans, then made 3 wolves and 3 humans. The made humans are what we now know as werewolves, they were made faster, stronger, more special than an average human so they could bond with the made wolves. It is key to note that the made wolves and humans were modeled after the birthed wolves and humans; the Truebloods.

But--- “I’m on the pill,” I very happily informed him. I started them back when I dated and just thought it was impractical to stop. Right now, I was patting myself on the back for that decision. Although a she-wolf only could get pregnant during her heat, there were instances where they sometimes got pregnant outside it too. So, rather than being sorry, werewolves were known to be big fans of protection, since their animal sides usually didn't like pups that weren't theirs...

It was almost peaceful, if you didn’t count the bullying and the ignorant remarks some of the students would shout from the halls. Classes went by without much of a hassle, especially Business Fundamentals since Professor Larkin was out sick the next few days. The only semi-interesting thing I’d learned was in Werewolf 101. Serafine Cromwell and Dominic Ashford, the Luna and Alpha of the Original Pack, never had children. While those two weren’t able to complete the mate-bond and continue on their family line, Dominic Ashford’s Beta was. With a she-wolf he had abandoned his mate for, the Beta unknowingly created what we now know as the rogue gene. Talk about a major screw-up.

Richard wondered what she was attempting to achieve through this. “What do you want to know?” Richard’s mood was low. “There is something I heard earlier. A rumour. Apparently, previously, a werewolf was mated with a human, and they left the pack later. It was probably something around twenty five years ago. Is it true?” Serenity stated. Richard almost released a chuckle at how she was probing. He pretended to think for a while before saying, “There were many who left. Who are you talking about? Why are you suddenly asking of this?”

“Ah, but I am! Finally, we can break this cycle of only children! You can have more than one child with this girl. Your grandfather would be thrilled to have more wolves brought into this world.” Historically, werewolf males had only ever sired one offspring when mated with a human woman. Regardless of the number of women or attempts, only one offspring had ever been sired by a male werewolf in his lifetime, making werewolves exceedingly rare. Hunter had learned of this fact from his grandfather. His grandfather, the senior Guzman had either learned this through his own ancestors or through his own research. Hunter hadn’t bothered to clarify with his grandfather where the information came fr