Ideaink Six Cats

In shifter society, Eden isn’t the paradise you’re used to hearing about in the Bible. It’s the place where all girls are housed from birth until their 18th birthday. A war between the humans and shifters left the werewolf population decimated and diseased due to poisonous agents used against the wolves. As a result, birth rates of purebred werewolves declined extraordinarily, while the presence of mutant werewolves rose. To combat their fertility crisis, the Elders invented Eden where young girls were kept locked away from society. Their knowledge of the outside world is very limited and their only purpose is to become breeders after their 18th birthday when they are selected by their mates during the Breeding Selection Ceremony. If the girls don’t prove they are purebred wolves or turn into mutants, then they are killed by the Alphas.
Imani is shamelessly classified as a Breeder C–the most undesirable amongst the breeders. She hates that the girls are subjected to such barbaric practices and desires to escape from Eden. What she doesn’t expect is to run into Alpha Jackson, the man who was tasked to kill her on her 18th birthday if she didn’t prove to be a purebred wolf. 
The Breeding Selection Ceremony commences and Imani is certain she doesn’t have a wolf. As her “sisters” are dying around her, Imani is shocked when Alpha Jackson spares her life. Not only does he spare her life, but he selects her as his Breeder!
Alpha Jackson only kills when he’s 100% certain, but there is something off about Imani and the only way he can get to the bottom of it is if he keeps her close. Imani may have escaped from Eden, but she can’t escape the Alpha with the cold blue eyes who makes her heart somersault. 
Author: Jade Lane
Copyright: Ideaink Six Cats

Escape from Eden: A Breeder's Awakening

I shifted on my feet as the lengthy mating selection commenced. I’d since learned the men who were mask were from nobility and high-ranking status. As one might believe, they mostly chose Breeders from Group A. Some selected girls from Group B, but I silently rejoiced in the fact that they would never pick me. 


One of the masked wolves strolled back and forth between Breeder Group A and Breeder Group B. He reminded me of an apex predator who was on the prowl for his next prey. He stood tall and statuesque with bulking muscles that strained against his uniform top. Surely he’d pick a Breeder from Group A. They were guaranteed to produce pure and healthy offspring. 


A pair of boots landed in front of me. My eyes slowly slid up and connected with dark pools of malice. The girls in the other groups gasped and started to whisper loudly to each other about the noble’s uncanny interest in me. 


“Quiet!” Regulator Monroe yelled, reminding us that we were to remain silent. 


Chapter Nine