A Breeder For The Lycan Triplets

Mate? Impossible!

CHAPTER FIVE

THIRD PERSON POV

Prince Jason stared at the unconscious woman in disgust.

Just like every woman, she had come into his bedchamber with promises on her tongue, switching her hips as she worked, and avowed to please him. She had knelt before him and fished out his engorged c**k. He had watched as surprise flickered over her face, then fear at the sight of his huge c**k. He was big, veiny, and pierced.

She had been intimidated immediately and should have left. He would have allowed her to leave. He wasn’t interested in the bullshit routine of a proud woman who eventually passed out from exhaustion, so he truly would have let her leave, but she stayed. She wrapped her arms around his hips and slowly took his c**k into her mouth.

Prince Jason had felt nothing, not even a shiver of attraction. He had been bored. He was always bored. Nothing was exciting about these women. They were all the same - prim, proud, and stupid. Women who believed they could conquer him. He was Prince Jason, strong and undefeated. He would not be bested by any woman, but he loved to embarrass them, to ridicule them, to make them try and fail. It was exhilarating.

He had watched as she tried to take his c**k in her mouth, eyes watering, hands grasping for sustenance. Then, he had watched as she moved on and impaled herself on his flaccid c**k. She did her best to arouse him, to get him to feel, but nothing worked. His mind had wandered as he thought of the prophecy, the curse, and ways to build a more powerful kingdom. He had to admire her tenacity as she continued, riding him hard, weakened by exhaustion.

Eventually, she crashed to the ground, knocked out cold, cunt leaking.

He cleaned his c**k, returned it to his slacks, and sighed deeply.

He slammed his hand on the wall, a call for his servants.

They rushed in, took in the unconscious woman and got to work. He didn’t have to speak. The thick musk of unsatisfying s*x hung in the air, stifling and uncomfortable.

Then, his brothers walked in. Fenrir swagged in, a smirk on his face as he took in the scene. Sebastian was behind him, a frown etched on his brow.

“Perhaps we should just give up.” He muttered as the woman was dragged out.

“If only it were that easy.” Fenrir scoff.

Jason looked at them, irritated. They were brothers, but never equal. He was their leader and they knew.

“It’s evening. I have better things to do than listen to you talk. Speak or get out of my office.” He snarled, fixing his trousers. His wolf was restless. The moon would be full in a few days and they would run wild.

“The breeders have arrived.” Sebastian pointed out calmly.

“I am aware of that.” He shrugged.

“We might find what we are looking for. The northern tribes are here. She could be one of them. We can wait for them to be brought to us or we could explore each woman on our own. Time is of the essence, brother.” Sebastian reminded him coldly.

Jason couldn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. Their father, the Alpha, had said a lot, impressing on them the importance of having an heir. He thought the brothers were merely picky, but he didn’t understand the truth, which was that they were cursed.

As werewolves, they needed their bond. They needed a mate, but their curse hindered them from ever finding one. They were cursed to roam the world, mateless, childless and alone. The throne was in jeopardy. If their enemies found out, they would attack all at once. This would be their ammunition. It would be their Achilles heel. They needed to find the Luna Breeder, the woman destined to take them, one with a body that could expand to accommodate theirs. A woman who wouldn’t crumble under pressure, a strong woman, but it all seemed impossible.

Still, Jason held on to hope.

“We must find her. We have no choice but to find her. Something tells me she’s close by, just within arms reach, you can feel it, can’t you?” He growls, feeling his restless wolf pacing.

“I can feel it,” Fenrir admitted, feeling pressure build in his head. His wolf was violent, hungry, thus, aggressive.

“How are we supposed to find her? There are a hundred breeders here.” Sebastian tried not to sound resigned. His Wolf had retreated deep into him, dormant, and would only wake when the Luna Breeder had been found.

“Not by wasting time, and bitching. Perhaps it’s time to meet these groups of women who are supposed to change our fates. Come on.” Jason snapped, and they all made their way outside.

Their steps were resounding and the servants kept their heads down as they walked past. The Lycan brothers were infamous for their brutality, aggression and trickery.

Immediately they stepped into the courtyard, they all felt it. They felt her.

Palace guards ran towards them, heading straight for the woods. Chaos broke out. They could see the breeders under a tree, distraught, but they were distracted by the shivers crawling down her spine.

“What is going on?” Sebastian demanded, his voice thick and deep. He felt his wolf stir, and everything exploded in his chest.

“A … a breeder, she … a breeder has escaped! She is in the woods, heading for the stream. We have to get her before she escapes. She will be hanged!” A guard explained, breathless, and ran off.

Something tingled in the men’s chest. Could this runaway breeder be the cure to their ailment? Could she be the answer they had been looking for?

Only one way to find out.

As Lycans, they could morph into the wolf form easily.

In a matter of seconds, their clothes were discarded, and their wolves howled loudly. Then, they took off in the woods, determined to find her.