The Ultimate Step Breeding Bundle

Prologue

I closed the folder on my desk and stared at the signature line for a long moment.

Two years. Katherine and I had been married for exactly two years, and we’d been trying for a child for eighteen of those months.

The doctors said there was nothing wrong with either of us on paper, but month after month the tests came back negative.

The clause was right there in black and white, buried in the fine print of our marriage contract — the one her lawyers had fought against and ultimately signed anyway because the financial terms were too good to refuse.

If she couldn’t give me an heir within the agreed window, I had the right to claim her daughter instead.

Amelia.

Twenty-three years old. Living in my house.

Walking around in those little sundresses and yoga pants like she had no idea what her mother had agreed to.

She was beautiful in a way that made my cock twitch every time she brushed past me in the hallway — soft curves, long legs, that innocent-but-not-really smile she gave me when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Katherine had failed. The deadline was yesterday.

I poured myself a whiskey and walked out of my home office. Katherine was in the living room, curled up on the sectional with a glass of wine, scrolling on her phone. She looked up when I entered, and I saw the flicker of understanding in her eyes. She knew what day it was.

“Jaxon,” she said quietly. “We need to talk about the clause, don’t we?”

I didn’t sit. I stood over her, letting the weight of the moment settle. “The doctors say another round of IVF might work. But we both know the odds are getting worse. And the contract is clear.”

Her fingers tightened around the wine glass. “You’re actually going to do it.”

“I’m invoking it,” I said. My voice was calm, but my blood was already running hot at the thought. “Amelia is going to give me what you couldn’t. Starting tonight.”

Katherine’s breath caught. She didn’t argue. She knew the terms as well as I did. After a long silence she whispered, “She doesn’t know yet.”

“Then we tell her together. Or I tell her. Your choice.”

She looked down at her hands. “You’re really going to breed my daughter.”

The word breed coming from her mouth sent a dark thrill through me. I stepped closer, tilting her chin up with two fingers so she had to meet my eyes.

“I’m going to put my child in her,” I said, low and deliberate. “I’m going to fill that tight young body until it takes. And you’re going to live with it — knowing it was your signature on that contract that made it possible.”

Katherine’s cheeks flushed. She didn’t look away.

I straightened. “Where is she?”

“Upstairs. In her room. Studying.”

I nodded once. “Then that’s where I’m going. You can come with me if you want to watch the beginning… or you can stay down here and think about what you signed away.”

I didn’t wait for her answer. I set the whiskey glass down and headed for the stairs, my cock already half-hard at the thought of what I was about to claim.

Amelia’s door was cracked open. I pushed it wider without knocking.

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in an oversized t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts, laptop open in front of her. When she saw me, she smiled — that sweet, slightly nervous smile she always gave her stepdad.

“Hey, Jaxon. Everything okay?”

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The lock clicked.

“Not exactly,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “We need to talk about something important. Something your mother and I agreed to a long time ago.”

Her smile faltered. She closed the laptop slowly. “What kind of something?”

I walked to the edge of her bed, towering over her. My eyes dragged down her body — the way the thin shirt clung to her full breasts, the smooth skin of her thighs. I could already imagine her belly rounded with my child.

“There was a clause in our marriage contract,” I began, holding her gaze. “If your mother couldn’t give me a baby within two years… then I get to have you instead.”

Amelia’s lips parted. Her cheeks went pink, then deeper red. She didn’t speak right away. I could see her mind racing — shock, confusion, and something else flickering underneath.

“You… what?” she finally whispered.

I reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger against her cheek. “I’m invoking it, Amelia. Tonight. Your mother knows. The contract is legal and binding. You’re going to give me the heir she couldn’t.”

My thumb stroked along her jaw. I could feel her pulse racing under my touch.

“And I’m going to enjoy every second of putting my baby in you.”