Ch. 11..15: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 11-15
Favorite Sin 11
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I slammed the door shut and stood there like a f*****g animal.
Breathing hard.
Fists clenched.
c**k still hard enough to cut stone.
She didn’t even know what she did to me.
That little f*****g whimper..God, that sound..had sunk under my skin like a drug and now I was high off her. Drunk off the scent of her slick, her sweat, the f*****g desperation she wore like perfume.
And I hadn’t even touched her.
I should’ve.
I wanted to.
Every part of me f*****g ached for it.
I could still see her in front of me, gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. That loose silk robe sticking to the sweat between her t**s, the back barely covering her ass. Her thighs trembling. Her p***y dripping. She was soaked. Ruined. Ready.
And I walked away.
Like a f*****g saint.
I should be crucified for it.
I stalked across the room and gripped the dresser. My knuckles cracked from how hard I clenched. My veins
pulsed. I looked down.
f**k.
My c**k was leaking again. The tip angry red. Slick dripping down the shaft, pulsing with every heartbeat like it was begging to be buried in something tight.
In her.
Only her.
I growled, low and raw, dragging a hand down my face. My body was on fire. My mind? Shot. The only thing playing in my skull on loop was the way her voice broke when she whispered yes. The way she whimpered
when I told her I wouldn’t touch her. The way her knees buckled.
She was so close to falling.
One more word. One more inch./I could’ve had her on her knees, crying for it, begging to be fil
claimed.
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Because I’m not a good man.
And I want to do f*****g bad things to her.
I want to split her open and watch her cry. I want to shove my c**k so deep into her throat she forgets her own f*****g name. I want to hear her sob while I knot her and whisper filth in her ear until her whole body trembles with shame and need.
I want her to hate me.
Because I hate myself for wanting her this much.
I cross the room and press my palm to the wall beside the bed. The hidden panel slides open with a quiet
hiss.
And there she is.
On the screen.
In the kitchen.
Still on the floor.
Knees curled to her chest. Face hidden in her arms. Shaking like she’s trying to hold herself together and
failing miserably.
I zoom in.
Her thighs are still wet. The trail of slick gleams in the soft light. Her robe’s clinging to her t**
s. She’s crying.
Good.
f*****g good.
I wanted her to cry.
I wanted her to suffer.
Because if I touched her tonight, I would’ve wrecked her.
She’s not ready for that yet.
Not ready for my c**k. Not ready for the way I f**k. Not ready for the truth..that I’ve already made her mine in my head a thousand different ways.
I step back and strip off my shirt, muscles tense, body soaked in sweat. My c**k is rock hard, veins bulging, precum sliding down the head in slow, obscene drops.
I grab it.
Grip tight.
But I don’t stroke.
I just hold it. Squeeze it until the ache turns sharp. My teeth grit. My chest heaves.
Because this isn’t enough.
My hand isn’t enough.
Not anymore.
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Not when I know what her cunt sounds like when it pulses. Not when I’ve seen her eyes roll back just from words. Not when I can smell her even now, hours later, like her scent owns me.
I step back from the screen and slam the panel closed.
No.
I’m not going to c*m.
But f**k. f**k. f**k.
I slammed my fist against the wall, teeth grinding so hard I tasted blood. My c**k didn’t even twitch at the pain. It just throbbed harder, like it liked the punishment.
Like it knew what I was really angry at.
I shouldn’t want her.
I can’t f*****g want her.
She’s eighteen.
Eighteen. My daughters best friend
I was there when they brought her home from the hospital. I f*****g held her. Rocked her when she wouldn’t sleep. I kissed her forehead when she cried over scraped knees and told her stories about wolves and stars and how one day she’d find a boy who deserved her.
And now?
Now I’m the monster standing in my bedroom with a c**k so hard it hurts just thinking about burying it in her sweet, tight, virgin p***y.
Moon Goddesses, what the f**k is wrong with me?
Her face. That trembling mouth. That robe slipping off her shoulder like temptation itself. The way her body moved when I spoke. The way her thighs stayed spread, slick with need like she was born to be f****d.
By me.
No. No, f**k.
She’s Lyra.
She’s a f*****g baby.
She’s the girl who used to sneak into my study to steal candy. The one who drew me pictures and called me her “protector.” The one who looked at me like I was safe.
And now?
Now she looks at me like I’m the devil she wants to kneel for.
And worse?
I want her to.
I want to take her by the throat and tell her it’s okay to be ruined. That it’s okay if she bleeds. If she cries. If she screams Daddy with my c**k shoved so deep she forgets what breathing feels like.
I want to mark her.
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I want to knot her.
I want to f**k her until she’s mine in every sense of the word.
I drop into the chair and bury my face in my hands, chest heaving.
“This is sick,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m f*****g sick.”
I cursed and turned away from the wall–length mirror. My reflection looked back at me like a goddamn monster. Veins bulging. Eyes bloodshot. Chest rising fast, every breath worse than the last.
“You can’t do this,” I growled. “You have to stop. You have to stop.”
“f**k,” I breathed, head tipping back. “f**k, f**k, fuck.”
I couldn’t f*****g take it anymore. I didn’t even try to pretend.
My chest was heaving. My c**k was throbbing. There was no blood in my brain anymore–it was all between my legs, feeding the ache, feeding the monster I’d been holding back all goddamn night.
And it wasn’t just hard.
It was savage.
Twenty full inches of veined, pulsing, unforgivable need..curving up from my groin like it wanted to destroy something. The head was fat, flushed red, already wet. Precum spilled from the slit in thick, milky ropes, coating the tip like it was drooling for her.
My pants were open before I even realized I’d moved. My c**k sprung free with a heavy slap against my abs. The weight of it thudded down like a weapon. It curved to the side, long and thick and covered in veins that pulsed with every ragged breath I took.
“God f*****g,” I growled, wrapping one big hand around the base and still barely covering half of it. The shaft was thick as my forearm. I squeezed..hard..my grip barely fitting, my skin slicking instantly with the precum already leaking down.
I dragged my fist up.
My c**k twitched, jerking in my grip like it had a mind of its own. My balls were tight. Heavy. Already aching. I hadn’t touched myself in days..not since that night I caught her in a towel, t**s bouncing, eyes wide like she’d
seen the devil.
And she had.
I was her devil.
And right now?
I wanted to f**k her like one.
I leaned back against the wall, spreading my legs, stroking slowly. My breath stuttered. My hips rocked
forward like my body needed it, begged for more. Every slide of my hand pulled another string of precum from the tip, slicking my fist, soaking my c**k like her p***y should’ve
I growled.
Deep.
Low.
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Like a beast.
“Little f*****g slut,” I hissed, gripping the head tight, dragging my thumb around the edge until it pulsed violently in my palm. “You wanted me to see you, didn’t you? Standing there in that tight little robe, dripping like a b***h in heat.”
I jerked my hand faster.
The wet slap of skin echoed in the silence.
Slick.
Hard.
Obscene.
I spat in my hand and kept going. Fisting my c**k with both hands now. One at the base. The other working the shaft. The thick length of it gleamed in the dim light, flushed and angry, the head dark purple and spitting precum down my abs in sticky trails.
I tipped my head back.
Groaned.
Then pictured her.
On her knees.
Mouth open.
Tears running down her cheeks as she tried to fit the head between her lips and couldn’t.
“f*****g gag on it,” I growled. “You’d cry the second I made you lick it. You’d choke. Your throat would stretch,
and I still wouldn’t stop.”
I gripped tighter. Stroked harder. My hips bucked into my fists like I was already buried in her mouth.
“Take it, baby,” I snarled, imagining my voice in her ear. “You want to be a big girl? Open that throat. Cry for it.”
I was f*****g gone.
Jerking this twenty–inch c**k like it needed vengeance. Like it was punishing me for not f*****g her when I had the chance. My balls slapped against my thighs with every thrust of my hips, my hands working up and
down the thick shaft like I needed to milk it.
I grunted.
Panted.
Sweat dripped from my chest. My abs flexed. My whole body tensed.
Because I was close.
So f*****g close.
And she was all I could see.
Lyra. Bent over my bed. Ass spread. p***y twitching. Begging me to stop and still begging for more. Her cunt leaking. Her belly swelling. Her lips bruised from being f****d too long.
“Beg for it,” I groaned. “Beg me to fill you. To knot you. To ruin you.”
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I stroked faster.
Sloppier.
Precum sprayed with every drag of my palm. The head was drenched. The veins looked like they were ready to burst. My c**k was a weapon–and I was using it like one.
“Tell me you want Daddy’s c**k,” I snarled, every muscle in my body ready to explode. “Tell me you want this
monster to stretch your tight little cunt open until you scream.”
And just like that..
I lost it.
I roared.
Loud. Wild. Animal.
I came.
Thick. Violent. Endless.
White ropes of c*m shot from the tip, painting my abs. The first spurt hit my chest. The second sprayed my
hand. The third hit the f*****g floor with a slap.
It kept coming.
And coming. –
So much c*m it dripped from my fingers, thick and sticky, sliding down the veins of my c**k like it belonged
there.
I stumbled back.
Still stroking.
Still twitching.
Still imagining her lying underneath me, wide–eyed and ruined, crying my name while I emptied everything
inside her.
I looked down at the mess.
At my swollen c**k.
Still f*****g hard.
Still not satisfied.
“I have to fight this urge” I whispered. “I can’t.”
But I knew I would.
Maybe not tonight.
Maybe not tomorrow.
But soon?
Soon, I’m going to f**k her.
I’m going to split her open with this twenty–inch c**k and watch her shatter.
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She’ll cry.
She’ll scream.
She’ll beg me to stop and I won’t.
Because no matter how many times I try to fight it…
I’m going to f**k her.
And when I do?
There’ll be no turning back.
Favorite Sin 12
I came down the stairs like a man possessed.
The phone was pressed to my ear. My voice already loud, sharp and f*****g angry, my blood still hot from last night. I hadn’t slept. I’d barely f*****g breathed.
“Listen to me and listen well,” I growled into the line, low and pissed. “If the council room isn’t secured before
I get there, I’m going to start cutting off fingers and feeding them to the dogs. One for every minute I wait. Do
you understand me, Micah?”
There was a pause.
“Y–yes Alpha…”
“Don’t f*****g stutter.”
I stepped into the hallway, jaw tight, voice rising.
“You’ve had three goddamn days to sweep the perimeter. And you’re telling me now…now…that two of your
men didn’t report back? Are you out of your f*****g mind?”
“They… They went radio silent at the East wall. We think…”
“Don’t tell me what you think. You’re not paid to think. You’re paid to obey. If there’s a breach, I want it sealed.
If there are rogues, I want them dead. And if one f*****g councilman smells fear on my land today, I will personally slit your throat and let your replacement mop your blood off the stones.”
Silence.
I kept walking.
“Call Matteo. Call Roman. Call everyone and reinforce the North ridge now. This is not a request. This is not a goddamn discussion. I want the training grounds locked, the Omega dens sealed, and every guard in their full shift gear before the next hour. If I see one more half–assed patrol I’ll hang them by their ankles outside the gate and let the crows eat them alive.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Get it done.”
I ended the call.
The second my thumb slid across the screen and the hallway fell quiet.
I saw her.
And my body stopped existing.
Because Lyra… was in the kitchen.
And my c**k instantly hardened with such violent speed it hurt.
She was alone.
Facing the cabinets.
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Stretching on tiptoe to reach the top shelf.
And I swear to every dark f*****g god that ever lived..she wasn’t wearing a f*****g thing underneath that
shirt.
She had her earbuds in. Oblivious. Music loud enough to bleed through. Head bobbing softly like she was lost in her own little world. Just… humming. Innocent.
But her body?
It was sin incarnate.
She wore my shirt. How did she Gertrude my shirt? Maybe Tasha gave it to her.
It was one of the old white ones.
Paper thin.
Loose in the arms.
Clinging tight at the waist from her damp skin.
And completely see–through.
I could see the curve of her tits..the soft bounce of them as she moved. The dark rose of her n*****s pressing against the cotton like they were begging for attention. Her areolas were large, swollen, puckered like she’d been rubbing them in the shower.
And that shirt?
It didn’t even cover her ass.
As she stood on her toes, the hem rose higher.
Higher.
And then.
Holy. f*****g. Hell.
Her ass.
Her bare ass.
No panties.
Not even a scrap of fabric.
Just soft, full cheeks, flushed faint pink like she’d just been spanked. Her skin shimmered in the morning light..slick with lotion or leftover steam, I didn’t care. It made her thighs glow. Made her legs look like they’d been dipped in cream and kissed by the moon.
And I could see her cunt.
Her little pink p***y peeking between her legs.
Shaved bare. So f*****g clean. So tight.
The lips were parted from the stretch.
And they were wet.
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Glistening wet.
Like she was already soaked.
Already aching.
Already dripping just from being in my house.
I could see the tight slit, barely wide enough for a finger, pulsing slightly with every breath she took. Her
thighs were slick. The soft crease where her cheeks met her thighs shimmered like honey.
Her scent hit me next.
Hot.
Fresh.
Ripe.
Her natural slick curled through the air like smoke and sin, thick with arousal, completely unaware of how
f*****g dangerous it was for me to smell her like that this early.
My c**k pressed so hard against my pants I thought the fabric might rip. It was long. Heavy. Angry. Precum leaking from the tip like spit, soaking into my waistband in hot, sticky patches.
She made a soft sound.
A sigh.
Her body shifted.
The shirt lifted higher.
And that was when I saw it.
A single drop of slick running down her inner thigh,
Slow.
Shiny.
It glided down the smooth skin like a whisper, catching the light before slipping over her knee and falling to
the floor.
And she didn’t even know.
Didn’t f*****g know I was behind her.
Watching.
Breathing like a goddamn monster.
Fighting every part of me that screamed to move.
To grab her.
To shove her face–first into the counter, yank that shirt over her head, and ram my c**k into her virgin cunt
until she bled.
Her arms stretched higher.
She whimpered softly when she couldn’t reach.
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Glistening wet.
Like she was already soaked.
Already aching.
Already dripping just from being in my house.
I could see the tight slit, barely wide enough for a finger, pulsing slightly with every breath she took. Her thighs were slick. The soft crease where her cheeks met her thighs shimmered like honey.
Her scent hit me next.
Hot.
Fresh.
Ripe.
Her natural slick curled through the air like smoke and sin, thick with arousal, completely unaware of how ******g dangerous it was for me to smell her like that this early.
My c**k pressed so hard against my pants I thought the fabric might rip. It was long. Heavy Angry. Precum leaking from the tip like spit, soaking into my waistband in hot, sticky patches.
She made a soft sound.
A sigh.
Her body shifted.
The shirt lifted higher.
And that was when I saw it.
A single drop of slick running down her inner thigh.
Slow.
Shiny.
It glided down the smooth skin like a whisper, catching the light before slipping over her knee and falling to
the floor.
And she didn’t even know.
Didn’t f*****g know I was behind her.
Watching.
Breathing like a goddamn monster.
Fighting every part of me that screamed to move.
To grab her.
To shove her face–first into the counter, yank that shirt over her head, and ram my c**k in
until she bled.
Her arms stretched higher.
She whimpered softly when she couldn’t reach.
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And her ass wiggled.
That perfect little bounce nearly killed me.
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Her thighs spread just enough to give me a full view of her p***y lips. tight, blushed, wet..and f**k, the small pucker of her hole clenched like it felt me staring.
I took a step forward.
One step.
I licked my lips.
I reached for her.
“Good morning, Dad.”
My body went cold.
Still.
Dead.
I turned my head slowly, blood still roaring in my ears, c**k still hard enough to cut granite.
She was on the stairs. My daughter. Rubbing her eyes, pink robe tied loosely at her waist.
She didn’t know.
She didn’t see what I was about to do.
Didn’t see the way my hand was almost outstretched.
Didn’t hear the way my breath caught.
Didn’t feel the way the air was vibrating with lust.
I cleared my throat, voice strained. “Morning.”
She passed by me without a second glance.
Lyra turned around right after.
She saw me.
Smiled.
One earbud slid out.
“Morning, Mr. Thornvale,” she said sweetly.
She still had no idea.
No f*****g idea what her body just did to me.
No idea that I was standing there with twenty inches of thick, veined c**k twitching in my pants, ready to f**k her until she couldn’t walk.
And now?
Now I had to go sit in a council meeting with the taste of her slick still stuck in my nose. And the image of her p***y dripping down her thighs carved into my brain like a brand.
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I was going to f**k her.
And when I did?
I was going to make her cry.
My c**k throbbed against my waistband.
I clenched my fists.
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And then Tasha opened her mouth and made it worse.
“So. Daddy. I have something to tell you” she said. “Lyra and I are going to a party tonight.”
Lyra blinked.
Her lips parted.
Her hand tightened around the mug.
She hadn’t known.
She wasn’t going to a party.
Tasha blindsided her.
And I could feel the tension dripping down Lyra’s thighs like the wet trail I saw earlier.
I snapped my gaze to my daughter.
“No.”
“Daddy…
“No.”
“Please,” she whined, moving closer. “Come on. It’s just a bonfire. Pack land. We’ll be surrounded by people you know. Nothing bad is going to happen. We just want to have a little fun.”
“No.”
“You trust me, don’t you?”
I stepped forward, towering over her now. “No s*x. No drugs. No f*****g threesomes, Tasha. I mean it.”
She smirked.
“Can’t promise that, Dad.”
My jaw locked.
I turned my head.
And f**k me.
Lyra.
Those n*****S.
Hardened.
Her breath hitched the moment I looked at her. Her thighs pressed together. Her lips trembled like she wanted to speak but knew better. That shirt was barely hanging on her shoulders now, collar stretched from wear.
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The fabric dipped low between her t**s, showing the tight valley of soft, warm cleavage. There was a droplet. of water on her chest, sliding down between her breasts like it had no idea how badly I wanted to lick it off.
My eyes dragged over her slowly.
Down her thighs.
Her legs were long. Smooth. Thigh gap soft and soaked.
My mouth watered.
My c**k pulsed.
I looked back at Tasha.
“What do you have in mind for this party?” I asked, trying to force calm into my voice.
“Oh, don’t worry Daddy,” she said, grabbing a bottle of water and spinning the cap off. “When you see us, you’ll know. We’re not your little girls anymore.”
f**k.
My c**k pushed so hard against my zipper I had to shift my stance.
That was when my phone rang.
I checked the screen.
Council.
s**t. I was going to be late.
I growled under my breath and stepped forward, brushing past both of them. I leaned down, kissed Tasha’s
forehead.
“When I’m back,” I muttered. “I want to see what you’re wearing before you leave. No surprises.”
She smiled. “Can’t wait, Daddy.”
I stormed to the door, heart pounding, c**k still full, brain burning..
I stepped outside. The sun slapped my face. My boots hit the stone steps. I was halfway to the car when…
“f**k,” I hissed. “The goddamn keys.”
I spun, already furious.
The door opened.
And there she was.
Lyra.
Running toward me.
Barefoot.
That shirt clinging to her t**s like it was painted on.
And those f*****g breasts.
Bouncing.
Up.
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Down.
Up.
Down.
With every step, they jiggled violently. Her n*****s stabbed the shirt like they were begging to be sucked. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun, strands falling over her face. She squinted in the sunlight, lips parted, ts
f*****g bouncing like they were trying to hypnotize me.
My c**k pulsed.
Veins tight.
Balls aching.
She reached me and held out the keys.
“Mr. Thornvale,” she said, breathless, cheeks pink, lips glossy. “You forgot your keys, sir.”
Sir.
I took the keys from her hand. Our fingers touched. She didn’t flinch.
But then.
She stepped closer.
Voice low.
Soft.
“Mr. Thornvale?” I whispered again, tilting my head. “Really?”
Her lashes fluttered.
Her mouth curved.
“That’s not what you called me last night.”
My body went rigid as I stepped further to her.
She leaned in slightly.
“You begged me to f**k your little girl,” i whispered, lips parted just enough for her breath to hit my neck. “And now you want to pretend it didn’t happen?”
She stepped back.
Bit her lip.
Lowered her eyes.
“You said to stay away,” she said quietly. “So that’s what I’m doing, sir.”
Sir.
Again.
My c**k jumped.
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She looked up. Her eyes sparkled with something dark. Dangerous.
“I’d rather not call you Damon anymore,” she said, voice syrup–slow. “If that’s okay with you…. sir.”
She handed me the keys.
Then she turned.
And that was the last f*****g mistake she made.
Because the second her bare thighs shifted, the second her ass bounced under that thin white shirt, the second I saw her slick still glistening between those legs…
I snapped.
“You don’t f*****g walk away from me.”
“Come back here!”
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Favorite Sin 13
Mid–step.
Mid–breath.
Her spine went stiff like the lash of my voice had locked her into place. One bare foot hovered above the gravel. Her knuckles tightened around the hem of the shirt. That wild mess of wet hair shifted with the breeze, strands clinging to her neck like a collar.
The hem of that shirt..my f*****g shirt..fluttered just enough to expose the start of her ass and the bare split between her thighs.
She turned slowly.
Too slowly.
Like she knew I was watching. Like every inch of that turn was for me. Like the Moon Goddess herself had choreographed it to kill me.
Her wide eyes locked on mine..shimmering, sinful, pretending innocence like a lying little slut.
She was breathing through her mouth now. Like she couldn’t catch enough air. Like her lungs were drowning
in heat. But it was her chest that betrayed her.
That shirt was see–through. Soaked through from the shower or sweat..I didn’t give a f**k.
It was glued to her skin, plastered to every curve of her body like wrapping paper begging to be torn open. And those tits..fuck..those t**s were the stuff of war. Perfect. Perky.
Bouncing gently with every tremble in her breath. Her n*****s were outrageous.. fat nubs pressing against the cotton like they were trying to tear through it just to get to my mouth.
Swollen. Flushed. Painfully hard. They twitched. I saw it.
“I only came here to give you your keys, sir,” she whispered.
Sir.
Like she didn’t know that word drove me insane. Like she wasn’t moaning it on purpose. That one word had my c**k twitching so hard it ached.
And that’s when I saw it.
The shine.
Between her thighs.
A trail of slick. Glistening. Coating the insides of her legs like syrup. It started from that p***y and slid all the way down to her f*****g knee.
She was dripping.
Standing there.
uched, tight little
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Dripping for me.
I took one step toward her.
She didn’t move.
Another step.
Her thighs clamped together like her cunt was trying to keep the slick from spilling.
My voice dropped.
“Is that so?” I rasped. “Just the keys?”
“Yes, sir.”
There it was again.
That crack.
That trembling edge in her voice.
Not fear.
Need.
I dragged my gaze down her body. Slowly. Greedily.
“You walk out here in my shirt… no bra… no panties… t**s bouncing like you want me to bend you over this f*****g hood and bite them till you scream…”
She gasped.
Her back arched slightly.
f*****g offering herself without realizing it.
“You think saying ‘sir‘ makes you good?” I growled. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing? That I don’t smell your p***y from ten f*****g feet away?”
She whimpered.
Tried to say something.
Failed.
Her thighs squeezed tighter.
Her whole body shivered like the air itself had turned to lust.
“You think calling me sir is gonna stop me from bending you in half and f*****g you till you cry so loud the whole neighborhood hears?”
She made the softest, filthiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I stepped closer. The heat between us rose like steam off her soaked skin.
Her n*****s brushed my chest. Hard. Hot. Needy.
I leaned in.
Right against her throat.
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My lips didn’t touch her.
Just breathed.
And she shuddered.
“Why are you trembling?” I whispered.
She didn’t answer.
“Why are your n*****s so stiff they look like they’re in pain?”
Nothing.
“Why,” I snarled, “can I see your slick dripping down your legs and smell your cunt from here like it’s begging
to be sucked?”
She choked on her own breath.
Her head fell back slightly.
Like the shame was too heavy.
Like her body was giving up the lie.
“You’re soaked,” I hissed. “Standing in my f*****g driveway dripping because I said your name. You came out here wearing that tiny shirt knowing damn well your cunt was bare. You didn’t even wipe yourself. You’re leaking like a girl who wants to get caught. Like a girl who wants to be punished. f****d. Used.”
She whimpered.
So softly.
So broken.
I leaned down.
My mouth hovered just above her n****e.
Still didn’t touch.
Just breathed against it.
It twitched. Again.
She moaned.
A tiny, helpless sound that told me everything.
“You want me to taste it?” I whispered. “You want me to fall to my knees and suck every drop of slick off those thighs like a starved man?”
She whimpered again.
“You want to ride my face till your legs stop working and you forget who you are?”
Her knees wobbled.
I f*****g grinned.
“You want to cry, Lyra? You want to scream Daddy while my fingers ruin that tight little hole and stretch it wide so I can break it with my c**k?”
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She didn’t speak.
Her mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Just need.
I stood straight. Brushed her hair from her face like she was mine already.
“You still want to pretend it was just the keys?” I asked low.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy, lip trembling, her body a trembling mess of arousal.
“I… I came to give you your keys,” she whispered.
Then softer.
So f*****g soft it sounded like sin.
“Sir.”
My c**k jerked so hard it hurt.
But I didn’t touch her.
I reached out.
Took the keys from her hand.
Let my fingers brush her wrist.
Let her feel every ounce of control I was holding onto by the edge of a f*****g knife.
Then I bent down.
Stopped just before her lips.
Close enough she could feel the heat of my breath.
“So next time, Lyra,” I growled, “when you come out here dripping, shirtless, p***y out, n*****s begging, calling me sir like a filthy little omega in heat…”
I smiled dark.
“Don’t lie.”
“I am not f*****g lying, sir,” she snapped. “I came here to give you your keys. And for the formality. That’s it. You…you told me there would be nothing between us. That I was just a little girl. That I couldn’t even handle your massive cock.”
My f*****g jaw locked.
The word c**k on her tongue should’ve been illegal.
She spat it like it didn’t choke her in her dreams. Like it wasn’t the thing she thought about with her hand between her thighs, whispering sir like a sin.
She said it like she wasn’t standing in front of me with bare legs, flushed cheeks, and n* painfully stiff through my goddamn shirt.
My voice dropped to a growl, low and trembling with restraint I didn’t f*****g want anymore.
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“You little brat.”
I took a slow step toward her, the gravel crunching under my boot like bones.
“You think saying sir makes you innocent?”
She didn’t answer.
“You think you’re fooling me with this little speech..dressed in nothing but my shirt, ts bouncing, thighs glistening, p***y leaking down your leg like it’s crying for me?”
Her breath caught.
Her arms crossed fast, like she could hide it..like she could stuff the heat back between her legs and pretend
I hadn’t seen it.
But it only made it worse.
Her forearms pressed under her breasts, lifted them higher, squeezed them together until they looked like they were going to burst through the wet fabric.
She scrunched her nose.
Crossed her arms tighter.
“I am avoiding you!” she said, voice rising, snapping with bratty heat. “You told me to stay away! That’s what
I’m doing!
And she looked so f*****g serious saying it. Like she wasn’t standing there like a wet dream. Like her cunt wasn’t betraying her with every drop it let fall.
I clicked my tongue.
Stepped again.
Now I was right in front of her.
Chest to chest.
Heat to heat.
One more inch and she’d feel my c**k pressing against her stomach. One more second and she’d find out just how massive it really was. How fragile she really was.
“You want to talk about what I said?” I whispered darkly, voice brushing her lips. “I said you couldn’t handle me. That I’d break that pretty p***y in half. That one thrust of this c**k would have you crying on your knees.”
She blinked fast.
Too fast.
Like she was holding back tears or filth or both.
“And I meant every f*****g word,” snarled. “You’d bleed, Lyra. You’d scream. You’d claw at my chest like you’re drowning. I’d split that tiny hole open so wide you’d feel me for days.
Her arms dropped.
She wasn’t breathing right.
Her chest rose in quick, desperate pants. Her n*****s brushed mine through the fabric, and fuck..they were
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hard. Angry. Aching.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands. They twitched at her sides, fingers curling like she was fighting the need to touch herself.
Like if I gave her thirty more seconds, she’d beg me to bend her over the porch and f**k her with my fingers until she collapsed.
“Get inside, Lyra,” I hissed, my teeth clenched so tight the words came out sharp and animalistic. “Before I
******g lose it.”
She didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Her thighs squeezed again. Slick shined under them. My eyes dropped and saw the trail drip from her cunt and cling to the inside of her knee.
“I said get the f**k inside,” I snapped, voice cracking with restraint, before I rip that shirt off you, shove you against the nearest wall, and f**k you so hard you forget what you came out here for in the first place.”
She gasped.
She didn’t even try to hide it this time.
That sweet little mouth dropped open like it belonged stretched around my c**k. Her legs twitched. Her fingers curled tight like she was holding onto the last thread of her composure. But it was slipping..so fast, so helplessly…and she knew it.
Her lips parted again, just enough to let out that soft, barely–there whimper.
f**k.
I stepped even closer, chest grazing hers now, her n*****s stabbing through the fabric, hot and hard and
begging.
I dragged my finger up her thigh.
Didn’t touch her cunt. Not yet.
Just gathered that drop.
Held it up between us.
Watched her stare at it with wide, dazed eyes.
And then I did what I shouldn’t have done.
I sucked my finger clean.
Her slick.
Her taste.
f*****g heaven and sin and everything in between.
She whimpered like I’d slapped her.
Eyes fluttering. Lips trembling.
I stepped back.
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Just barely.
My voice dropped to a near–growl.
“Get inside,” I said again. “Before I throw you over my shoulder, carry you in, and make you watch yourself in the mirror while I ruin that sweet little p***y”
She still didn’t move.
So I leaned close–one last time–until her lips were inches from mine.
“You’ve got ten seconds, Lyra,” I warned, every word soaked in threat. “Ten seconds to run. Or I swear to f*****g God, I’ll bend you over that couch and f**k you until your voice breaks screaming Daddy.”
And this time?
She moved.
Slowly.
Like her legs were jelly.
Like her body was betraying her every step of the way.
She opened the door.
Stumbled inside.
And as the door clicked shut behind her..
I knew.
I wasn’t going to make it through the day without getting her off my mind. f**k. I need to jerk off.
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I barely made it to the car.
My hand was shaking when I grabbed the handle, not from fear, not from adrenaline, but from the kind of fury only lust can cause.
The kind of ache that builds deep in the balls and climbs up the spine like a f*****g fire you can’t put out.
I yanked the door open and dropped into the seat with a snarl in my throat and a pulse hammering between my legs so hard it made my vision blur.
The door slammed behind me. The air was thick. I could still smell her on me. That scent. Sweet. Slick. Addictive. Her heat was burned into my skin. The sound of her voice still echoing through my head.
Sir.
f**k.
I gripped the steering wheel with both hands. My knuckles went white. My jaw clenched so tight it felt like my
teeth would crack.
I was supposed to be on my way to a council meeting. I was supposed to be calm. Focused. Alpha of this pack. In control.
But I was none of those things.
My c**k was so hard I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t f*****g blink without seeing her in that tiny shirt. My shirt. Soaked through and clinging to her t**s like sin itself.
n*****s so stiff they looked like they hurt. Her bare thighs slick with arousal. Her cunt leaking down her legs like it was crying for me. Begging for me. Her mouth trembling with that bratty little whisper.
I only came to give you your keys, sir.
My hands dropped from the wheel. I looked down. My c**k was bulging against the fabric of my jeans like it was trying to claw its way out. Ten f*****g inches of raging heat.
Thick. Veined. Angry. The head swollen, fighting the seam of my pants with every heartbeat. It looked like a weapon trying to break its cage. A beast trying to be freed.
And f**k, I needed it out.
I didn’t think.
I unbuckled my belt so hard the leather snapped. The zipper went down fast, teeth tearing open like they knew what was coming. I shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough, just low enough, and that’s when it
happened.
My c**k spilled out.
It slapped up against my abs with a heavy, wet thud, leaving a trail of slick pre–c*m on my stomach that was already pooling around the base.
The sight of it made my breath catch. The sound made my hips twitch. I looked down at the f*****g thing and
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nearly came on sight.
Massive. Thick. The ridge was swollen. Every inch of it looked brutal. Heavy. Filthy. Ten inches of sheer Alpha c**k, hard enough to break someone from the inside out.
I wrapped my hand around it.
Tight.
******g tight.
My fingers didn’t even meet around the base. That’s how thick it was. My grip looked small compared to it. And that made me harder. I groaned as I started to stroke.
Slow at first. Long. From base to tip. My thumb swiped across the slit and gathered the mess there. I brought it to my lips and sucked.
f**k.
She tasted like need.
And I imagined her on her knees.
Mouth wide open.
Tongue out.
Eyes glazed.
Waiting.
Dripping.
Begging me to feed her.
I stroked faster.
I imagined her cunt stretching around me. Wet. Shaking. So f*****g small. Too small. I’d tear her open. Break her in half. She’d cry. Scream. Beg.
And I wouldn’t stop.
I’d f**k her through it.
I’d f**k her until her voice gave out.
Until her throat was raw from screaming Daddy.
Until her eyes rolled back and she passed out with my c**k still deep inside her.
My wrist blurred.
The sound of my hand stroking my c**k filled the car. Each slap of skin echoed like applause. My hips jerked forward. I f****d my fist like it was her. I imagined her pinned beneath me. Crying. Scratching. Moaning.
f**k. f**k. f
**k.
“You did this to me,” I growled under my breath. “Standing there dripping like a goddamn w***e and pretending you didn’t know.”
My teeth gritted as I slammed my fist down the length of my c**k. I tightened my grip. Pumped harder.
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Faster.m.
“I’d shove this c**k so deep inside you the whole pack would hear you scream. You think you could handle this? You think you could take ten f*****g inches of pure Alpha c**k without breaking?”
I was close.
So f*****g close.
My balls slapped against the seat. My abs clenched. I could feel it rising, boiling, twisting in my gut like at
storm about to burst.
“You’d beg for it,” I growled. “You’d cry with it buried to the base. You’d shake, sob, lose your f*****g mind while I split your cunt open and f**k it raw.”
And that was it.
My whole body jerked.
c**k pulsed in my hand.
“Ahhh f**k yes..fuck yes..look at this cock..look at what you do to me, Lyra…”
I pumped hard. Slow at first. Then faster. My wrist twisted at the head. My thumb slid through the mess leaking down the slit. My hips bucked into my fist like I was f*****g her throat.
“Goddamn this d**k is hard for you..ten inches of Alpha c**k…made to destroy that tight little hole..fuck yes..”
I moaned again. Deeper. Louder.
My abs clenched.
My balls were already tight. My thighs were shaking. Sweat rolled down my temple.
I looked down.
Watched my c**k pulse in my hand.
And I f*****g moaned again.
“f**k baby…fuck..this is what you want right..this monster cock..this thick goddamn c**k that would split your
cunt in half…”
My teeth sank into my lip.
My head fell back against the headrest.
I didn’t care about the meeting. I didn’t care about control. I didn’t care if the people walking outside could
hear me.
I kept talking.
Kept moaning.
Kept claiming her with my voice.
“You’d cry when I shoved this inside you..I know it…tears running down your cheeks…pussy stretch limit… fucking made for this c**k…”
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Her on her knees.
Mouth open.
Drooling.
Eyes begging.
Hands gripping my thighs as she sobbed around the head of my c**k, trying to take all of it. Trying to be a good little Omega.
I moaned like I was inside her.
Like I could feel her clenching.
So tight.
So wet.
So small.
“Fuuuck yes..Lyra…fuck yes..baby I’d break you..”
My hand was slick. My wrist was a blur. My body was tensing. I was right there.
My moan came out ragged. Feral. Alpha.
“Ahhh yes..right there..right f*****g there..I’m gonna cum..gonna cover myself in it..make you lick it up..make you swallow every drop..fuck yes..”
My voice cracked.
My thighs bucked.
I stroked once more and came like a goddamn beast.
“Ahhhh..ahhh..yes yes yes..fuck Lyra..take it..take it..take all this f*****g cum..”
The first rope splattered my abs.
The second hit my chin.
The rest painted my chest, my hand, the seat, the steering wheel, everything.
My whole body trembled. My moans slowed but didn’t stop.
I kept breathing her name.
Kept talking.
Kept claiming.
“Your p***y’s gonna remember this cock..every vein…every inch..I’m gonna f**k it so deep you’ll scream my name in your f*****g sleep..”
I licked the c*m off my thumb.
Groaned.
Low and slow.
“f*****g sweet..like your slick…like that cunt was made for my
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My chest was heaving.
My c**k was still hard.
Still twitching.
Still begging for more.
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
I wrapped my hand back around the shaft–hot and soaked, thick and slick with c*m–and started stroking
again.
Dragging my fist from the base all the way to the swollen head, watching the skin pull tight, watching another bead of milky pre–c*m leak out like it couldn’t f*****g stop.
“f**k… f**k, I need more…. I need to c*m again… Moon Goddess, help me…
I leaned back and moaned. A sound sa filthy it shook the air.
I pumped it faster. Harder. My balls were aching. My abs already sticky.
Because it wasn’t enough.
Not until I came again.
Not until I was empty.
“Gonna c*m again fuck I’m not done..this c**k’s still hungry..still f*****g leaking..Lyra, you did this..your scent..your pussy your little voice moaning sir like a f*****g slut..”
I growled.
Spit flew from my mouth
My hand blurred over the shaft. Veins bulged. The head turned a furious red. Pre–c*m mixed with the first load and ran down my hand in sticky trails.
“Moon Goddess fuck she’s mine mine my Omega..my slick little toy…”
“Ahhhh..yes–yes–yes–I’d bend you over the f*****g altar–I’d make you worship this c**k with your mouth..suck it till you gag–till your tears roll till you drool on your t**s–f**k yes–Lyra–f**k yes..”
My whole body was shaking.
The pressure built again. Harder. Hotter.
My c**k swelled in my grip.
Thicker.
Harder
My voice rose with it.
“Gonna f*****g breed you. fill that pussy pump you full knot you lock inside you and make you m you carry my scent my curn my f*****g name.”
I roared as the second orgasm ripped through me.
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Louder than before.
Louder than anything.
“AHHHH YES–YES–LYRA–1**k YES–TAKE IT–TAKE ALL OF IT..”
c*m exploded out of me again.
Hot.
Heavy ropes splattered my chest. My stomach. My wrist. It poured down my shaft. Painted the inside of the
car.
I didn’t breathe for a full thirty seconds.
Just moaned.
Stroked.
Leaked.
My body collapsed against the seat. Muscles twitching. c*m dripping down my abs in thick, glistening trails.
And still…
Still…
My c**k didn’t go soft.
It stood there.
Hard.
Red.
Dripping.
Demanding more.
And all I could do was breathe her name.
“Lyra…
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I was breathing like I’d just gone twelve rounds in a f*****g cage fight. My chest was soaked in c*m. My c**k was still hard. My hand was sticky. My throat was raw from moaning her name.
And then the phone rang.
I growled. The sound that came out of me was pure animal.
I snatched the phone from the passenger seat, glanced at the screen, and saw the name.
Council line.
I swiped to answer.
Didn’t even get a word in.
“Alpha Damon!! We’ve all been f*****g waiting for you!! Where the f**k are you?!”
The voice on the other end was loud and dripping with disrespect.
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And I snapped.
My voice dropped.
I didn’t shout.
Didn’t need to.
I spoke like a blade sliding through flesh.
“Don’t you dare f*****g shout or raise your voice at me again…”
Silence.
“You forget who you’re talking to? You forget the bloodline you answer to? I am not one of your little boys. I am not a beta you bark at. I am your f*****g Alpha. So lower your f*****g voice.”
I licked my lips.
Still tasting my c*m on my tongue.
My c**k twitched again.
My fist clenched tighter around the phone.
I growled the next words.
“Stay. The f**k. There. I’ll be on my way.”
Then I ended the call.
Didn’t wait for a response.
I dropped the phone on the console.
Ran a hand through my hair.
Still breathing hard.
My c**k was still out. Still glistening. Still red. Still raging.
I didn’t tuck it back in.
Not yet. I just stared at it. But i know one thing for certain the next time they shout at me?
I wouldn’t speak.
I’d tear their f*****g throat out.
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They were already speaking before I stepped in.
Their voices didn’t carry far, but I didn’t need volume to taste betrayal.
I stood outside the chamber door for a full five seconds. I could’ve walked in. I could’ve slammed the doors
off their hinges and demanded silence. But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know how far they’d fallen while I
was out cleaning their mess.
Another patrol lost. Another breach. A child found dead with his stomach hollowed out and his eyes missing.
And in the middle of it all, my name sat on their tongues like poison.
Bronn’s voice came sharp and bitter, chewing the air between them.
“He’s done nothing. We’re dying, and our Alpha is f*****g invisible.”
Ryven responded, voice lower but no less accusing.
“We lost three more last night. The rogues didn’t just kill them. They strung them up. Left them twitching. That’s not an attack. That’s a message.”
Then Marin, that smug bastard, hissed like a snake.
“And our Alpha doesn’t even show. Doesn’t send word. Doesn’t send a second. He’s either gone soft or gone
rogue.”
My fingers flexed on the door handle.
That was enough.
I pushed.
The doors swung open with a sound that made every neck snap toward me. I didn’t slam them. Didn’t shout.
Just walked in. Steady. Slow. Silent. And the room swallowed its own heartbeat.
Ten of them. Betas, elders, lieutenants, sitting around a long black table polished with the blood of wolves
who had earned their place. Most of them couldn’t even meet my gaze.
I didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
I walked to the head of the table and dropped a thick file. Blood–streaked. Sealed with the imprint of my ring.
When it hit the surface, it sounded like a death sentence.
And it was.
“Start talking,” I said.
Silence.
Then Ryven finally cleared his throat.
“We’re unraveling, Alpha. The southern patrols are decimated. The rogues aren’t hunting like strays anymore. They’re moving like soldiers. Smarter. Faster. Like they’ve trained for this. Like they know us.”
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Bronn stood, fists clenched, eyes burning with frustration.
“They’re inside. They know our rotations. Our weak points. They’re being fed from within. And while all this is happening, you don’t show. You don’t speak. You leave us blind.”
I stared at him.
Then slowly stepped forward until we were almost chest to chest.
“You think I’ve been hiding,” I said, voice quiet but sharp enough to slice the air. “You think I’ve been resting
while your warriors die.”
He didn’t answer.
I opened the file.
Flung it onto the table.
Photos. Names. Coordinates. Wolves they knew. Wolves they trusted. Wolves that bled our secrets into
enemy hands like cowards.
“You want to know where I’ve been,” I growled. “I’ve been knee–deep in rogue blood beneath Sector Nine. In the frost tunnels where the scent of death is so thick it stains your lungs. I’ve been dragging your traitors out by their throats and carving the truth out of them while you sat here jerking yourselves off with your own fear.”
My voice rose.
Not yelling.
Just loud enough to echo through their bones.
“I’ve killed twenty–seven wolves in nine days. Fifteen were ours. Three of them council–born. One of them,” I
turned to Marin, “your son.”
The room froze.
Marin stood.
His face paled.
“You lie.”
I took a step toward him. My chest burned. My knuckles cracked from how tight my fists clenched.
“I found his corpse wearing a rogue’s sigil branded into his spine. Found letters, maps, payment routes. I didn’t lie. I slit his f*****g throat.”
Marin lunged.
I didn’t move.
I let him come.
Let him believe he could touch me.
Then I struck.
One hand to his throat. One foot behind his knee. He collapsed like a bag of bones, and I drove him into the table. Wood splintered. He gasped. Clawed. Choked.
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“You think I flinch from spilling your blood?” I whispered. “You think your legacy means anything when you spit on your oath and raise a traitor in your own home?”
I shoved him off me.
He dropped to the floor, coughing and bleeding, humiliated.
And no one helped him.
Because they were all staring at me now.
Every one of them.
Eyes wide.
Spines stiff.
Because I wasn’t the Damon they thought they remembered.
I was something worse.
I turned to them again.
“You think my silence makes me soft. You think because I haven’t stood at this table and roared, I’ve lost
control. But you forgot something.”
I gripped the edge of the table and bent forward, looking every one of them in the eye.
“I don’t roar for attention. I kill in silence.”
I took my seat.
Finally.
Let the silence hang until it screamed.
Then I spoke.
“Effective immediately. Blood oaths will be renewed. Patrol routes will be rotated. All wolves will be inspected by dawn. Anyone who refuses disappears.”
Ryven shifted in his seat. Slowly. Carefully.
“What do you mean… disappears?”
I looked at him.
Dead in the eye.
“I mean I cut their head off and leave it at the border as a gift to the rogues.”
Not one word followed.
Just the faint scrape of a chair as someone tried to sit straighter.
I leaned back. My fingers tapped against the armrest. Slow. Rhythmic. A sound that would haunt them for
weeks.
“You want to survive this war?” I asked. “Then follow my lead. You don’t have to like me. You don’t have to trust me. You just have to f*****g obey.”
And one by one, they obeyed.
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Chins lowered.
Voices silenced.
Heads bowed.
I didn’t smile.
Didn’t smirk.
Didn’t move.
I let them sit there in the weight of it. The weight of me. The weight of what they had just remembered.
That I am not their friend.
Not their savior.
Not their hope.
I am the reason the pack is still breathing.
And if they test me again, I will be the reason it burns.
I watched them bow.
I watched them pretend.
Their heads lowered. Their mouths shut. But I could still hear the grind of their teeth. Still smell the rot of disobedience crawling under their skin like maggots. Respect isn’t real when it’s born from fear. But obedience? Obedience I could work with.
The meeting ended in silence.
No hands raised.
No arguments made.
No challenges issued.
Exactly how it should be.
I didn’t move when the chairs scraped back. Didn’t blink when they stood one by one and filed out with their tails between their legs. They passed me like shadows afraid of their own shape, offering quick nods, clipped murmurs, stiff spines trying not to show the tremble behind them.
But one.
One didn’t walk like the others.
One walked too fast.
Too tight.
Eyes darting. Shoulders tense.
Trying to leave too soon.
Trying to breathe before the rest.
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Bronn.
I watched him.
He didn’t know I was watching.
He didn’t even glance back.
That was his first mistake.
I let him pass through the door.
Let him make it to the corridor.
Let him think he’d gotten away.
Then I stood.
No word.
No sound.
I moved like a predator..
I walked out after him and closed the door behind me gently.
Bronn’s footsteps were ahead and he walked really fast. Trying not to look like he was fleeing while his scent screamed guilt.
I called his name once.
Not loud.
Just enough to make him stop walking.
“Bronn.”
He froze.
He didn’t turn.
He stood there like his spine had been carved from ice and his blood replaced with lead. I could hear his pulse from ten feet away. He was panicking.
He turned slowly.
Face tight. Hands twitching at his sides.
“Yes. Alpha.”
I stepped toward him.
My hands were at my sides. Honestly it was relaxed But my wolf was right under my skin, teeth bared, waiting for my command.
“You left quickly,” I said.
He forced a smile. Too stiff. Too fake.
“I had duties to attend to. Border watch. The North Gate…”
“You’re not on the North Gate schedule.”
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His mouth opened.
Closed.
Then opened again.
“Alpha, I didn’t mean…”
I stepped closer.
He stepped back.
Wrong move.
I let him retreat three more steps.
Then I lunged.
Not with claws.
Not with teeth.
With truth.
I shoved him hard against the stone wall. My hand wrapped around his throat. Not tight enough to kill. Not
yet. Just enough to feel his panic crawl up his skin and settle in my palm.
“You were lying during the meeting,” I said. “I could smell it. Your sweat stank of betrayal.”
He shook his head. His voice was high. Pathetic.
“No. I swear. I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Then why run?”
“I wasn’t running. I was..”
“Wrong again.”
I slammed him harder. The back of his skull cracked against the–wall. He winced. His hands rose like he
could fight me.
I growled.
The sound alone dropped him to stillness.
“You were working with Marin’s son.”
He flinched.
I smiled.
“I found your name in the ledger. You weren’t just giving information. You were organizing patrol sabotage. Marking safe zones for rogue entry. And worst of all…”
I leaned in.
Inhaled his fear.
“You knew the pups would be there.”
His face shattered in terror.
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But I didn’t stop.
I tightened my grip and felt his feet lift off the floor.
“You let them die. You let them scream. You sold their blood for protection and you thought I wouldn’t find
out.”
“Please,” he gasped.
I didn’t listen.
I dragged him down the corridor by the throat. No one stopped me. No one dared look out of the side rooms. Every wolf in this place could feel it. Something terrible was happening in the hall. And they knew better than
to interfere.
I reached the far door.
The one with no torchlight.
No guards.
Just cold.
And the smell of bones.
I kicked it open.
Dragged him in.
Threw him down.
The room was pitch black.
But I didn’t need light.
He tried to crawl.
I slammed my boot down on his back.
He screamed.
“Traitors don’t walk out,” I said.
Then I shifted.
My bones cracked and my skin tore. The beast rose from inside me like death wearing flesh.
Bronn never screamed again.
I tore his throat out before he could.
I didn’t kill him quickly.
I made him feel it.
Every bite.
Every claw.
When it was done, I stood over his mangled body. My muzzle dripping. My heart calm. The room silent again.
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Breathing slow.
I picked up his severed hand and walked back to the council chamber, Blood dripped down the corridor as I
approached.
The guards saw me coming.
They opened the doors without a word.
The council was still inside.
I threw the hand onto the center of the table.
No one asked whose it was.
They knew.
I sat down again.
“Next time someone leaves early,” I said, “ask them why.”
No one moved.
No one breathed.
I smiled.
This is what power looks like. But guess what? As I was there I couldn’t get my mind off her.
I wanted to get the f**k out of there.
I wanted to go home.
Back to her.
Back to Lyra.