Jeclyn Karl

"Are you okay?" I asked, forcing a tight-lipped smile.
"Yeah, it's just Neomi reminding me of the C-section time." Jason scoffed.
"She's replying nervously." 
I sighed.
"If it were a natural birth…" 
He interrupted me before I could finish. "It's not going to be a natural birth. Neomi and I have already decided, and you agreed to it by signing the contract," he said, his tone firm as I furrowed my brow in frustration.
I didn't need a reminder, the mention of his Luna on his lips made me feel different. A painful reminder that it was just a flirt. Deep within I wanted more, the warmth of my mate around me but it was stolen by Neomi.
I walked over to the dresser, at least, to let me look beautiful for my birth process.
"Oh, right. That's true. I almost managed to forget that I'm just a walking womb that you and your wife have been renting out."

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To save her father, Nyla is forced to sign a breeder contract with Jason, the Alpha King, and his wife, Neomi, agreeing to bear them a child.
In the Moonlit Shadow Pack, having a breeder was strictly forbidden, so Nyla must stay in a secluded place. Alpha Jason, excited about the pregnancy, decides to stay with the breeder during the process- unaware that Nyla is his mate. His bond with her grows stronger every day...

The Alpha King's Breeder

　　I have reasons to keep that away from him, but that shouldn't justify my actions. It was for the better. I wonder how he would see me if he found out I had been cheating on him even before Nyla came into the picture and my lover abandoned me, and I'm now like a frustrated woman who just wants to fuck but yet wants to mend an already broken home.


　　His breath fanned my face as he tucked my hair behind my ears. My breath held like a high school girl who had just been caught by her father fucking her crush in her room.


　　I felt uneasy at the not-too-kind gesture of Jason, rather, it piqued my curiosity, making my heart beat even faster, like a running engine. I get you should have noticed when his glance went down to my chest.


　　At first I thought he was probably sending some sensual message. My red top didn't do any justice to my cleavage, as it was visibly showing, but his hardened face made me think otherwise.


CHAPTER 103 There Is Nothing To Talk About