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Fifty thousand dollars!" someone barked like they were auctioning off livestock.

That was the first thing I heard when I woke up—chained, collared, and confused.

You’re probably wondering how I ended up here.
Yeah… me too.

One moment, I was yelling into a megaphone in front of Bio Gen Tower, protesting their twisted experiments on women’s fertility. The next? I was injected, blacking out as my protest sign got stomped into the pavement. I didn’t wake up in a hospital. I woke up in a whole new world.

Here, I’m not a protester. I’m not even a person.
I’m a Breeder.

Apparently, my new body belongs to a rare class of women with "high fertility"—a walking womb meant to repopulate a kingdom on the brink. And just my luck? I was bought at a dark auction by five dangerously powerful Alpha brothers.

Each one wants something different from me:
The cold, commanding heir who sees me as property.
The sly second who toys with me for fun.
The hostage prince who hides daggers in every smile.
And the wild twin brothers—charming, reckless, and always watching.

They think I’m just a tool. A means to an heir.

But I didn’t die fighting for women’s freedom just to become someone’s pet.

They may have bought my body, but my mind?
My fire?
That still belongs to me.

And if they think I’ll roll over and obey…
They’re not ready for the kind of woman I really am.


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Claimed by Five Alphas: Transmigrated into a Novel as a Breeder!

A little girl in a flowing nightgown, her curly silver hair bouncing as she twirled barefoot on the marble floor. Her eyes sparkled.

I wouldn't lie, she was beautiful..

I think this is when she had grown up.

The door was pushed open, and an elderly woman entered with white hair.

"Princess, it is time for your etiquette training," she said.

"Nanny, I do not want to go for any etiquette training. I want to go to the forest, explore, and fight scary creatures," Zuri pouted, her childish voice echoing through the room.

The elderly woman laughed, looking down at Zuri with a doting gaze. "That is not what princesses do. Princesses are supposed to learn etiquette, like eating, dancing, and talking."

"But I do not want to do that," she huffed in a childish voice, crossing her hands.

Runaway