The Runaway Breeder.

ol the perimeter. No one else is allowed to be in the cottage after ten in the morning until the Alpha and the Doctor arrive to conduct their business. The Alpha will stay all night to do with me as

my mate without a care in the world and without any consideration for my well-being; this will be nothing at all like the Sam I grew up with. Another hour passes and I find some things to clean in the already spotless cottage, trying to distract myse

out two years ago. Apparently, she tried running away from her role, only to be caught. The Warriors in charge of guarding her took a silver whip—silver being our Kryptonite—while another set of Warriors tied her hands to a pole. The attempted escape happened two days after being assigned her new role. The guards took turns raising the whip

ve to bide my time if I want to sur

r wastes no time after initial greetings, and the morning passes quickly. I am weighed, measured, and had blood and urine samples taken for the Doct

in take over me, and I excuse myself to hide away in the kitchen to cook. It would be unwise to deal with a hungry Alpha, and this task gives me something t

t. I groan internally while my outer appearance displays a grateful expressi

k the Doctor out of my cottage. It will be quicker to get the deed over with

itation that builds with each moment the Doctor stays in this cottage. I jump when Alpha Sam cl

n heir by this time next year. Otherwise, my brother and his mate will take over as Alp

e choice is yours.” He continues, causing my mind to reel with shock. This offer feels too good to be true but at what cost? Would his mate even accept his pups from a Breeder? A moment of silence settles between all of us

I ask in a small voice, a

igh, resigning myself to my fate

k, watching a sadistic grin spre

g evilly in the light. A liquid sloshes around in the glass tube, the amber colour sending a s

h such accuracy that I feel he has done this hundreds of times already. A tingling sensation courses through my body as the Doctor removes the needle after making sure every last f

reelan gathers his things after these instructions and leaves my cottage. My skin slowly blooms with a slight blush as I begin to pant for air. The r

orturous kisses and nips on my now-sensitive skin, causing the valley between my legs to drip with wetness. I gasp as his lips find a sweet spot just on the swell of my breasts, his kisses moving the clothes as

. I can feel him moving towards the stairs, hear the thud of his foots on the steps as he carries me to the second floor. Moments later, I find myself being lowered onto my b

s this is wrong – that this is not supposed to happen. But the primal instinct of my

into me is doing its job as Sam rips my bra away. He wraps his lips around the hard rosy nipple, sucking and biting hard on it. His callous fingers find their way past the thong and into my pussy, slowly stretching me and moving against the wet flesh. Pressure soon begins to build inside me; my moans and screams fill the room as I c

ices- leaving me as he undresses to reveal a well-built and muscular body for my eyes to feast. I gulp when I catch sight of his hard, thick cock ready to b

e bed while the other grasps the base of Sam’s cock, moaning as I begin to suck and caress my tongue against him. I watch as he grunts and groans with pleasure, his eyes glazing over as he rhythmically thrusts into my mouth. Sometimes he would hit the back of my thr

a care for my own comfort as the pain pulsates inside me. But it doesn’t take long for pleasure to take over pain as he wraps his hand around my throat. The hours pass, and I scream in both excruciating pain and the most blissful pleasure, feeling his muscular, sweaty, naked body on top of mine while he plunges into me. Sometimes he would flip me onto my hands and knees, tak

My mind is screaming. This is still wrong. This is against the rules. B

m begins to hold a permanent scent of sex and sweat. I lost count of how many times Sam came inside me. It is ludicrous, but

to produce h