A new generation. A new breeder. A whole new set of problems….He took his time, moving against the wetness between my legs, his fingers gripping my hips as he took me, gently at first, then harder and hungrier as he pushed me toward the edge, the sharp fullness giving way to pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Whatever this was wasn’t just business. This was heat. Need. A deeply rooted longing that threatened to shatter my carefully crafted life. No, this was more than business. He was more than a breeder. And I would never be the same.***I’m Maeve, the next White Queen. But before I can ascend the throne currently held by my mother, Rosalie, I must produce an heir for the Drogomor line. But I’m not a breeder. I need a breeder. It should be a simple process, right?

Chapter 1 : The Breeder's Daughter

Maeve

I cannot believe this is the man whose baby I’m supposed to carry.

Thick droplets of rain rolled down the glass as I looked out the far window, my eyes fixated on the lazy patterns of moisture they left in their wake.

I was sitting at one end of the long, immaculately set table in the dining hall like I had done every evening since setting foot in the Alpha’s castle three months ago, my plate barely touched and my wine undrunk.

It was no fault of the kitchen, nor that of the servants who had spent their entire evening dressing the table with steaming platters of food. No.

I had a challenging time staying awake during dinner, in fact, forever lulled into half—slumber by the incessant dry conversation taking place on the far end of the table.

Oh, Ernest.

He looked every ounce the Alpha, especially with his black hair swept away from his face and his blue velvet dress shirt glimmering in the light from the chandelier above our heads. He was rather