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2025-09-01 21:48:02
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The Alpha King's Breeder The Bug
OakleyThere’s an epidemic in Silverhide. It’s a slow creeping kind of affliction that takes hold of almost every young woman starting around the age of thirteen. It turns some into raging, spiteful monsters. Jealous gremlins with sharp teeth and even sharper tongues, to be honest. Lifelong friendships suffer endlessly during those long, overwhelming years of late girlhood, and there’s only one thing to blame. Men. Handsome, slightly sweaty, gleaming men. I have never been, to be fair, one to go all goo-goo eyed over the boys who work the fields while I run my errands and do my chores. I’ve never seen the need to let the straps of my tank tops, which I’m not even allowed to wear, fall off my shoulders while hanging laundry on the line. I listen to my friends purr and giggle over their crushes and let those same friends shed tears on my shoulders when those crushes went awry. But I’ve never caught the bug. The love bug. I am just… too busy. I’m sure that’s the reason.Granted, I’ve
The Alpha King's Breeder A Monster
IanI wake in a cold sweat at first light to shouts beyond the rain-smothered glass of my bedroom windows. My dreams swim, turning into a muddled cacophony of fractured, made-up memories that vanish before I have a chance to rub sleep from my eyes. My cabin is cast in calm, silver shadows like I left it the night before, but unlike the night before, I’m completely, utterly naked. Another trio of shouts rings through the still morning air. I can taste the fog. It’s too early for the first streams of morning sunlight to illuminate the forest floor when I slowly swing my legs out of bed and fist the damp sheets. I sweated through them. The trail of clothing on the side of my bed gives me a single shred of an idea of what happened over the course of the past few hours. The cold, aching prickles erupting all over my skin are just the remnants of a dream. A bloody nightmare. Several howls break through the stillness and fully rouse me. I pull on some clothes, stumbling on my way to my dr
The Alpha King's Breeder Find Your Wolf
Oakley“I’m not going that far,” I assure my mom, Ruth, who ignores me and continues checking every button on my wool coat. I wrap a woven mustard-yellow scarf around my neck, then my head, tucking locks of unruly hair behind the fabric to keep it from spiraling out of control in the gusty weather pouring off the mountains. “You should go far,” Mom protests, patting my cheeks in a lovely, but annoying, manner. “This is what is done, my dear. You must find your wolf.”Her accent is still deeply flavored with Endovan, the tribe she hails from. I’ve heard stories of how thrilled Grandma Freya was to learn my dad had found his mate at the Harvest Festival all those years ago, decades now, who came from the same tribe that she did. It’s not uncommon these days. The tribes still thrive, but the packs in the valleys–those tied inexplicably to King Ryan and his family–are a melting pot of cultures. I’m not the only one with a mom who rattles off curse words in a different language when she’s
The Alpha King's Breeder Burning Moon
Book 20: Beast of the AlphaIanThere’s a specific crispness to early fall that’s always put me in a bad mood. At least, I’m sure that’s my problem, seeing as the first frost is incoming, and that means the entire emerald landscape is about to turn a shocking brownish-gold, until the first snowfall, which could be months or days from now, depending on the Goddess’ favor. The hunting is shit here when there’s no cover from the trees. All the challenging animals go into hibernation, which means months of boredom spent hunting rabbits and other small critters that even Mom grows tired of. Sometimes, I long for the fast-paced lifestyle of Crescent Falls and Moonrise, with their city lights and constant electric hum, but then I spend time there and remember why I, wholeheartedly, do not belong in a city. The city often finds me, though. “Yuck!” Naomi whines, lifting her leg and inspecting the mud now soaked through her jeans to the knee. Her foot is still in the muck, stuck, and her boo
The Alpha King's Breeder Ian's Story
OakleyGrandma Freya doesn’t care about the hustle and bustle of the harvest season. The only thing that matters now, as the first leaves begin to yellow and crinkle on their edges, and the air has a sudden cold bite in the morning while still warm and toasty every evening, are the massive piles of wool that need to be tended–washed, brushed, dyed, and spun. Grandpa Andrew has spent the last two weeks ensuring all the looms are repaired, if necessary, and moving without a hitch. While the rest of Silverhide dips into the chaos of the harvest, our family settles into the thrum of preparedness for a long, dark winter ahead, spinning and weaving. I’m rather good at it. I make my own clothes. I weave the tapestries my mother and father bring to the harvest festival year after year. My woven creations are wrapped around babies minutes after they are born and cover the bodies of our elders while they rest atop their funeral pyres in wait for their grand journeys into the stars. My skills
The Alpha King's Breeder A Dream Come True
ZaynSeveral Months Later…It’s raining, and it’s my fault. I can’t help it. I can’t draw back the angst sending storms whirling over every major island system in KiloKilo. Maybe it’s an act of the old gods. Tonight, everything I feel, my people feel. Every step I take carving tracks in the floor outside of our bedroom sends new storms into being. I want this to end. “She’s fine,” Tali says, gripping my shoulders. “I need to be in there with her,” I argue, breathless, but Tali violently shakes his head. “You don’t. You’re making it worse.”“She kicked me out,” I snarl, and Tali shoots me an incredulous look. “You cannot handle this, and that’s okay, but you’re flooding the back garden, so enough. Go to your study, Alpha King. For fuck’s sake, your wife is going to live, but she’s going to fucking kill you if your storm destroys the new pergola.”I suck my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut as another low, angry, but muted, scream of pain echoes into the hallway. “She’s all right,” Ta
The Alpha King's Breeder That’s Not a Bear
AvivaThe wind hasn’t yet swept last autumn’s leaves off the forest floor. Soft, pale green tufts of spring grass poke out in heaps as I crouch behind a large bramble bush, the earthy scent of the early blooms all around us momentarily stealing my senses.
Last Updated : 2026-03-27The Alpha King's Breeder Deserve It or Not
AvivaRyan looks conflicted, and I immediately change my mind. At first, I’d been more than willing to lie down on this rickety bed and let him have me just to know what it would feel like to lie with my mate. The legends painted this as something so incredibly life-alter
Last Updated : 2026-03-27The Alpha King's Breeder That’s Not So Bad
AvivaRyan’s hands are huge. He can cover each of my breasts entirely. He can curl his thumb and forefinger around my wrists without issue. He could break my neck into splinters without even feeling the damage he’s doing.For a moment, I feel that rush o
Last Updated : 2026-03-27The Alpha King's Breeder Outrunning the Past
RyanJames scribbles on a piece of paper as people file into the pack house out of the rain. The two-story community building I had built three years ago, when I established Silverhide, is built in a traditional style I forced Sydney to help me plan out. The walls are made of t
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