Ch. 131..135: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 131-135
Favorite Sin 131
THate You Damon
I Hate You Damon
~Lyra~
“Why are you so mean to me?” I sobbed, my voice cracking like a freaking earthquake was about to erupt
from my throat.
I smacked his bare chest with my open palm..more than once. Not enough to hurt him, because obviously that man is built like a statue carved by horny gods–but enough to let him know I was deeply offended, betrayed, and emotionally spiraling into an Alpha–induced meltdown.
“You don’t even care about me! You just care about your stupid legacy and your stupid Alpha pride and your stupid pup inside me that won’t even let me eat spicy food without vomiting or leaking milk through my shirt or falling asleep in the middle of cartoons!”
I was wailing now. Wailing. My face was blotchy. My lips were trembling. And I was pretty sure my brain had melted into a hormonal soup of sobs and overthinking. But I didn’t care. I was on a roll. I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave.
“You don’t even understand what it’s like!” I cried, clutching a throw pillow to my chest like it could absorb my trauma. “You’re not the one who has to waddle around with heavy boobs and aching hips and il bladder every thirty seconds! You’re not the one who has to cry at diaper commercials or get arouss waffles or scream into a pillow because you don’t even understand what’s going on with you
e smell of
He tried to speak. I cut him off immediately with another burst of tears and a very dramatic flop backward
onto the bed.
“And now you want to homeschool me? On a yacht? While I’m leaking milk and missing prom and not even getting a senior quote in the yearbook because apparently I’m now a full–time Omega breeder with no rights or personal freedom or teenage memories left?! Damon! That is evil! That is genuinely evil! I hope your knot
falls off in the middle of a board meeting!”
He exhaled.. Like a man who had dealt with hurricanes before and was now watching one scream into satin
sheets.
I sniffled. I hiccupped. I wailed again.
“You said you love me,” I cried, my voice cracking like a damn thunderstorm, “but you’re ruining my life! I’m just a baby! I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t know how to be a mother! I haven’t even gone to college yet!
He moved toward me again.
I sat up, wild–eyed and red–faced and snot–nosed like a goddamn chaotic disaster.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, clutching the blanket to my chest like it could stop him. “I mean it! I’m mad at you! I’m mad and I’m emotional and I have back pain and n****e pain and heart pain and you don’t get to fix it with your stupid perfect hands and your big dumb body and your weirdly gentle aftercare that makes me fall in love with you even when I’m trying to be mad!”
He said nothing,
So naturally, I started crying again.
“I hate you!” I sobbed. “I love you so much and I hate you so much and I want to bite you and cuddle you at
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the same time and I want spicy noodles and a graduation cap and I want to go to Target without crying or getting stopped because someone smelled your knot in me and thought I was already mated!”
I
was a mess. A full–blown, Alpha–ruined, teenage mess. And I didn’t even care.
Because I meant every word.
I didn’t want a perfect life. I wanted my life. And I wanted Damon in it. But I also wanted space to be young
and dumb and dramatic and stupid and maybe a little bit rebellious without being locked in a house like a delicate little pregnancy doll he had to shelter from the world.
And he needed to know that.
Even if I had to scream it through tears.
“You don’t get to make all the decisions,” I whispered, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “You don’t get to take away everything that made me me, Damon. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I stopped being a person. I still want things. I still feel things. I’m still Lyra. Not just your kitten. Not just your Omega.
I’m me.”
There was a pause.
Then a shift.
the softest,
He moved slowly. Reached for me like I was something sacred. Pulled me into his arms lik most breakable thing he’d ever held. And this time, I didn’t fight it. I melted. I collapsed into hiccuping and sniffling, with my arms wrapped around his neck and my forehead buried in his shoulder.
“I hear you,” he whispered into my hair. “I hear everything.”
He held me for a long moment. Just his chest rising and falling against my cheek, his hand stroking up and down my spine like he was soothing a wild, crying creature that had finally given up the fight. My tears were slowing. My breathing was calming. But my lip was still jutted out in a pout so deep it could’ve had its own zip code.
He kissed the top of my head, soft and slow, and then his voice dropped into that dark, teasing register that always made my n*****s betray me
“Do you wanna bite me, kitten? Would inflicting pain in me make you feel better?“Damon asked, his voice low and dark, the kind of teasing threat that made my n*****s harden and my thighs squeeze together instantly.
He looked so calm, so collected, sitting there like he hadn’t just been body–slammed by my hormone–fueled tantrum. His palm was still resting on my lower back, hot and steady, like he was daring me to keep
misbehaving.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout so deep it could’ve been a damn trench. I looked him dead in the eye, unapologetic and unbothered, because I meant it. I wanted to bite him. I needed to bite him. I wanted him to feel it.
“Then do it,” he challenged, one brow raised, like he didn’t think I had the guts.
Oh, he was asking for it.
Without breaking eye contact, I rose onto my knees, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, leaned in, and sank my teeth into the thick muscle between his neck and collarbone with all the force my bratty little jaw
could muster.
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the same time and I want spicy noodles and a graduation cap and I want to go to Target without crying or getting stopped because someone smelled your knot in me and thought I was already mated!”
I was a mess. A full–blown, Alpha–ruined, teenage mess. And I didn’t even care,
Because I meant every word.
I didn’t want a perfect life. I wanted my life. And I wanted Damon in it. But I also wanted space to
be young and dumb and dramatic and stupid and maybe a little bit rebellious without being locked in a house like a delicate little pregnancy doll he had to shelter from the world.
And he needed to know that.
Even if I had to scream it through tears.
“You don’t get to make all the decisions,” I whispered, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “You don’t get to take away everything that made me me, Damon. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I stopped being a person. I still want things. I still feel things. I’m still Lyra. Not just your kitten. Not just your Omega.
I’m me.”
There was a pause.
Then a shift.
he softest,
He moved slowly. Reached for me like I was something sacred. Pulled me into his arms like I we
most breakable thing he’d ever held. And this time, I didn’t fight it. I melted. I collapsed into hir hiccuping and sniffling, with my arms wrapped around his neck and my forehead buried in his sider.
“hear you,” he whispered into my hair. “I hear everything.”
He held me for a long moment. Just his chest rising and falling against my cheek, his hand stroking up and
down my spine like he was soothing a wild, crying creature that had finally given up the fight. My tears were
slowing. My breathing was calming. But my lip was still jutted out in a pout so deep it could’ve had its own
zip code.
He kissed the top of my head, soft and slow, and then his voice dropped into that dark, teasing register that
always made my n*****s betray me
“Do you wanna bite me, kitten? Would inflicting pain in me make you feel better?“Damon asked, his voice low and dark, the kind of teasing threat that made my n*****s harden and my thighs squeeze together instantly.
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He looked so calm, so collected, sitting there like he hadn’t just been body–slammed by my hormone–fueled tantrum. His palm was still resting on my lower back, hot and steady, like he was daring me to keep
misbehaving.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout so deep it could’ve been a damn trench. I
looked him dead in the eye, unapologetic and unbothered, because I meant it. I wanted to bite him. I needed
to bite him. I wanted him to feel it.
“Then do it,” he challenged, one brow raised, like he didn’t think I had the guts.
Oh, he was asking for it.
Without breaking eye contact, I rose onto my knees, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, leaned in, and sank my teeth into the thick muscle between his neck and collarbone with all the force my bratty little jaw; could muster.
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“Ouch,” Damon growled, flinching slightly as I bit down hard enough to leave a very real imprint. His body tensed, but he didn’t push me away. If anything, his grip on my waist tightened like he liked it.
I didn’t stop immediately. I held my bite like it was a personal statement. Like I was stamping my Omega rage onto his perfect Alpha flesh. I only released him when I was satisfied, licking the red mark with smug pride before leaning back and crossing my arms.
“That’s what you get,” I said, lifting my chin. “That’s for ruining my senior year, for saying I’m too swollen to go to school, and for making me cry like five times this morning. Oh, and for not letting me make my own
decisions”
He stared at me, dead silent, like he couldn’t believe I actually did it. Then his eyes slowly dropped to his shoulder, where the shape of my teeth was now glowing red against his skin.
“You just f*****g marked me,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his jaw, clearly trying not to smirk. “You bit me like a little wildcat.”
“I did,” I said proudly, still straddling his lap like the menace I was. “And I’d do it again. Maybe harder.”
Before I could blink, Damon’s hands locked around my hips, yanking me forward so abruptly I gasped and grabbed his shoulders for balance. I was now fully pressed against him, his c**k thick and hard beneath me,
his chest rising with every sharp breath.
“You little menace,” he growled, fingers digging into my ass like he was ready to flip me over lesson for being mouthy. “You really think I won’t f**k you stupid for that?”
bach me a
“You threatened me first,” I shot back, squirming in his lap even though my entire body was already vibrating with need again. “And you’ve been acting like a dictator all morning, Damon. You deserved it.”
His eyes darkened as they dropped to my chest, where my breasts were still flushed and sensitive, n*****S leaking little droplets onto my skin. He didn’t look away. He didn’t blink. He licked his lips slowly, and then met my gaze again like he could smell exactly how wet I already was.
“You’re leaking,” he said, voice raspier now. “Again.”
“Because I’m mad,” I snapped, trying not to blush. “And aroused. And very emotionally overwhelmed. And I will not apologize for it.”
“You bit me.”
“I should’ve bitten your dick.”
“You’re lucky I don’t flip you over and knot you until you pass but again.”
“You’re lucky I don’t call the cops and report you for Alpha harassment.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered under his breath, hands still gripping me like I was his only source of oxygen. “Because if I didn’t, kitten, I’d have you crying on this bed for a very different reason right now.”
I froze.
Just a little.
Because the way he said that? The way his voice dipped, the way his eyes gleamed like he was this close to snapping again?
I wanted it.
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I hated how much I wanted it.
I clenched around nothing. My body reacted without permission. And when I looked up at him again, I knew
he felt it too.
He leaned closer, brushing his mouth over the shell of my ear, and his breath alone made my skin pebble with
heat.
“Bite me again,” he whispered, voice pure sin. “And I’ll take you right here. I’ll bend you over this bed, milk dripping from your t**s, belly pressed to the sheets, and I’ll breed you all over again while you cry into the pillow.”
I swallowed hard, lips parted, brain short–circuiting at the image alone. Every inch of my body was screaming yes. Every hormone in my bloodstream was lighting up like a fire alarm. And I hated him for it.
“I dare you,” he growled, pulling back just enough to stare into my eyes. “Do it.”
I didn’t bite him again.
Not yet.
But oh, I was thinking about it. Very, very hard.
Favorite Sin 132
~Damon~
I didn’t want her going to school anymore. It wasn’t up for debate. It wasn’t negotiable. It wasn’t something I would even entertain as a possibility, no matter how many times she cried or screamed or pouted in my face.
The decision was made the second I knew she was pregnant with my pups, and no tantrum..no matter how dramatic or wet or emotionally manipulative was going to change that.
But the pregnancy wasn’t the only reason.
My daughter goes to that school.
And not just any daughter.
Tasha.
The most unhinged, manipulative, emotionally violent girl I have ever known who is worse than her f*****g
dead mother.
She is not innocent. She is not sweet. She is not some confused little girl mourning her broken family. She is
calculated, vindictive, smart enough to see everything, and cruel enough to act on it.
And when she finds out Lyra is pregnant, it won’t be jealousy. It won’t be drama. It will be
And she would never–never–tolerate Lyra walking into school, visibly pregnant, dripping in my scent, marked
in every way that matters, glowing and leaking and adored.
That would trigger something dark in her. And I don’t care if people think I’m being paranoid or
overprotective. I know my daughter. I know what she’s capable of. And I will not give her the opportunity to so
much as look at Lyra the wrong way.
I will not risk it.
I don’t want anything stressing my kitten. Not hormones. Not judgmental stares. Not a f*****g hallway full of teenagers gossiping behind their screens.
Not the teachers asking if she needs time off. Not girls in school whispering about how fast she’s gaining
weight or asking who the father is. And especially not Tasha.
So no, she’s not going back.
She will be homeschooled.
Safe. Comfortable. Protected.
And I already have plans in motion..real plans. I’m not just talking. I’m preparing the next step. We’re leaving
this place. Leaving this house. I
have another property overseas, far from the pack, far from my Alpha duties, far from the world that keeps demanding pieces of me. A quiet place. Private. Secure. A sanctuary where she can carry my pups without fear or noise or interruption.
If I have to step back from my role as Alpha, so be it. If I have to cancel meetings, walk out
on business, dismantle deals..fine. I’ll burn the empire down if it means I can watch her belly grow and rub her swollen feet
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and carry her from room to room when she’s too tired to walk.
I want to be there for everything. The cravings. The tantrums. The hormones. The ultrasounds. The morning sickness and the midnight tears and the sacred moments when she talks to my pups through her skin like
they can hear her.
I want all of it.
She doesn’t see that yet. Right now, she’s overwhelmed. She’s raging, crying, clinging to every last piece of
normalcy she thinks she’s losing. Her emotions are running wild. Her body’s changing. Her life’s shifting
faster than she can process. And I get it. I do.
But she’s mine.
And I know what she needs.
So when I pulled her into my arms and felt her trembling with frustration and fire, I said the only thing I knew
would snap her out of her spiral long enough to breathe again.
“Do you wanna bite me?”
She didn’t even blink. That pout deepened, those eyes narrowed, and her voice came out hot and bratty and
full of venom.
“Yes.”
Then she bit me.
Not playfully. Not softly. Not gently testing her strength like a shy little kitten. She leaned in, gripped my shoulder, and sank her teeth in like she was claiming blood.
“******g hell, kitten,” I groaned, jerking from the force of it. “You are a feisty little one.”
She only pulled back when she was satisfied, her lips brushing the mark like she was proud of it. She didn’t
apologize.
She didn’t flinch. She looked me straight in the eye and spoke with all the sugar and spite in her spoiled little
body.
“Be grateful I didn’t bite your dick.”
And there she was.
My chaos.
My Omega.
My perfect little monster with heavy t**s and attitude in her bones.
I smirked, hand sliding down to her ass, gripping it hard enough to make her gasp. I tilted my head, leaned in close, and whispered into her mouth.
“Why don’t you do it then, kitten?” I said slowly, dragging every word out like a promise. “Bite Daddy’s dick.” I said, letting the words slide from my mouth like silk wrapped in venom.
I didn’t say it as a joke. I didn’t say it to make her blush. I said it because I f*****g meant it. I wanted to feel her teeth.
I wanted her on her knees, lips stretched around the c**k that had claimed every inch of her. I wanted her
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bratty little mouth open wide while her eyes stared up at me, daring me to break her again.
I gripped her ass, pulled her tighter onto my lap, and felt the heat of her cunt. She was already f*****g ruined just from the way I was talking to her. I hadn’t even touched her the way I wanted yet, and she was already
falling apart.
“You’ve got a mouth on you, kitten,” I whispered, dragging my fingers up her spine, letting them rest at the nape of her neck like a leash.
“You scream. You pout. You throw tantrums like a baby who forgot she was bred last night until her brain
stopped working. And now you want to punish me? You want to bite me again? Then do it right. Bite Daddy’s
cock.”
She didn’t move, but her breathing changed. Her eyes locked onto mine like she was testing her limits.
Her bottom lip trembled, still slick from the tears she cried minutes ago. Her n*****s were tight, swollen, leaking. Her thighs were flexing on either side of my lap. Her body was saying yes. Loudly.
I brought my mouth to her ear, my breath hot against her skin, every word designed to make her squirm.
“Get off my lap. Crawl between my legs. Look up at me with those big, glassy eyes while you open that filthy little mouth. Take me in. Bite me while you suck. Make me feel your attitude with those perfect f*****g teeth.
Mark me. Scar me. I’ll let you. But you won’t like what comes after.”
I slid one hand down to her cunt and cupped the soaked heat between her thighs. She jerked. Sh aned.
She melted into my touch like she didn’t care anymore about school or crying or any of that f***
nonsense.
“You’re already dripping for it,” I growled into her neck. “And I haven’t even put you on your knees yet.”
I licked up her jawline, slow and brutal, then pulled her face back with one hand in her hair, just tight enough
to remind her who she belonged to.
“You bite Daddy’s c**k and I promise I’ll reward you. I’ll f**k your throat raw. I’ll hold your head still with one hand and f**k so deep you forget how to swallow. I’ll thrust past your lips until your mascara runs and you start leaking down your thighs again without me even touching your pussy.”
She whimpered.
I smiled..
shoulder
“I want your teeth. I want you brave. I want you messy and reckless and mine. You think biting my makes you bold? Then prove it. Put those pretty lips where they belong. Wrap them around the c**k that put pups in your belly and mark me there.
I tilted her chin up, met her eyes, and dragged my thumb across her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth. She sucked. Instinctively. Perfectly.
“That’s it,”
I murmured, watching her suck my thumb like she was born for it. Her lips closed around it, soft and warm, her tongue swirling instinctively like she couldn’t help it.
Her eyes locked on mine, wide and glossy, still full of that attitude, but now trembling under the weight of everything she was feeling, “Good girl. Just like that. You know how to use that mouth when you want
something, don’t you?”
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She whimpered softly, and I pushed my thumb deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, watching her throat bob as she tried to breathe through her nose, milk still trickling down her bare chest like she was offering herself to be worshipped.
“Now imagine that’s my c**k,” I said, slow and filthy, my voice dragging heat across her skin. “Heavy on your tongue. Thick in your throat. Your jaw aching from how wide you’re holding it for me.
“Your eyes full of tears because I won’t let you stop. My hand in your hair. My hips grinding forward while you choke for air, and I say good girl through every thrust.”
She moaned around my thumb.
I pulled it out slowly, trailing a string of spit from her lip, and used it to draw a wet line down the center of her chest, between her t**s, over the soft curve of her belly, all the way down to the waistband of her panties.
“Scar me where it matters. Let me feel it every time I sink into your cunt and f**k you like you’re nothing but a womb to breed and a throat to own.”
I cupped her p***y, pressed my palm flat against her, and felt the way she throbbed. Desperate. Aching. So wet I could feel it dripping through.
My hand moved in slow, torturous circles, just enough to make her gasp but not enough to let her c*m. “You think I’m joking?” I growled, mouth close to hers again. “You think this is a game? You bit me once, and now you think you’re brave.
But that was just your teeth. Your mouth hasn’t even earned a reaction yet. You want to impres want to make me grunt? Make me growl? Make me lose control?”
dy? You
I pulled her hair harder, tilted her head all the way back, and looked into her eyes like I was reading her
thoughts.
I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, slow and filthy, tasting the salt of her sweat and the milk that had dribbled all the way up to her collarbone.
My hand moved back to her soaked p***y, and I pressed two fingers against the fabric, rubbing in tight, merciless circles that made her gasp and jerk in my lap.
“Do you feel that?” I growled. “That’s how wet you are just from being told what to do.
I brought my mouth right up to her ear, my voice rough and low and filthy enough to brand her from the inside
out.
“You wanna make me grunt, baby?” I whispered. “Wanna see what happens when you bite the same c**k that made you a mommy? Get on your knees.
Let me feed you every inch, slow and deep. Leave your teeth where they shouldn’t be. And I’ll make sure the next knot you take comes down your throat while you cry for more.”
I gripped her thighs, lifted her, and shifted her down to the floor, gently but firmly, guiding her between my legs. She was panting. Shaking. Her eyes never left mine.
“Show Daddy what that mouth was made for,” I said, already unbuckling my belt. “Be the good girl I know you are. And bite me.”
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Did he just tell me to bite his d**k?
Oh my f*****g God.
He really just told me to bite his d**k.
I’m not even exaggerating. He said it with a straight face.
“Bite Daddy’s dick.” That’s what came out of his mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like he was asking me to pass the salt or sit down for a family dinner or take a polite little sip of poison from the holy grail of Alpha c**k.
I cannot breathe.
Okay, my girlies, my sisters in sin, my fellow emotionally unstable sluts..can we all have a quick moment together?
Can we all just take a f*****g moment and imagine this man..this massive, terrifying, dangerously calm, fully dressed Alpha..sitting back in a leather chair with his pants undone, c**k thick and veiny and hard as hell, leaking at the tip, and he looks down at you, his pregnant, milk–dripping, ruined little Omega on hor – knees. and he says, “Bite Daddy’s dick.”
What would you do? Because me?
I f*****g broke.
My whole body lit up like I’d been tasered. My clit throbbed so hard I whimpered. My mouth filled with saliva like I was starving.
My p***y clenched so tight I thought I was going to c*m just from the words. I was already wet before, already leaking milk, already aching everywhere/but now I’m ruined.
Absolutely. I need him like I need air. And it’s not fair. It’s not okay. I should be resisting. I should be screaming that I’m still in high school and pregnant and his daughter’s best friend and this is wrong, wrong,
wrong.
But all I can think is..yes.
Yes, I want to bite it. Yes, I want to suck it until I cry. Yes, I want to feel him twitch on my tongue while he calls me good girl and uses my throat like it was made for him.
I want to sob with his c**k halfway down my throat and my hands shaking and my whole body dripping and he just keeps going. I want my jaw to hurt and my eyes to roll back and my mind to go blank. I want to taste the man who made me a mommy before I ever got my diploma.
I’m on my knees.
I look up at him, still trembling, and my lips part without me even thinking.
“You want me to bite it?” I whispered, my voice barely holding together as my eyes flicked up to his.
My mouth was already open, my breath hot and heavy, and the second I said it… the second those words left
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my lips..my p***y clenched so hard it physically made me twitch.
“You actually want me to bite it?” I asked again, blinking, like somehow I had heard him wrong, like maybe I was still half–asleep and dreaming this whole f****d–up thing.
But I wasn’t. I was very awake. Very aware. Very much on my knees between my Alpha’s thighs, and this. man..this powerful, possessive, controlling man was sitting back, stroking the thickest c**k I’d ever seen, and
telling me to put my teeth on it like that was a normal request.
And he wasn’t laughing.
He wasn’t teasing.
He wasn’t joking.
He was dead f*****g serious.
“Damon,” I said, voice shaking as I stared at the thick length he was slowly pumping in his fist. “You want me
to just… lean in and… bite your d**k? Like a little wolf marking her territory? Is that what this is?
He didn’t say anything.
He didn’t have to.
His eyes locked on mine like he was daring me to keep talking, daring me to move closer, daring me to back out now that I’d already fallen to my knees and started panting like a b***h in heat.
He kept stroking his c**k.
The sound of it made me dizzy. I could hear how wet he was. How desperate. How f*****g hard I made him. It
was cruel. It was addictive.
“You’re insane,” I whispered, licking my lips even as I said it. “You’re actually insane, and I think I love you
more because of it.”
I shuffled forward, closer to the edge of the bed, closer to where he sat like a king on a throne, spreading his legs wider like he wanted me to see every inch.
I was trembling. My hands were shaking. My thighs were sticky. My panties were soaked through to the floor.
“You want me to leave teeth marks on your c**k,” I said, almost laughing because it was so unbelievable and yet my p***y clenched again and I knew..I f*****g knew..I was going to do it.
“You want me to sink my teeth into the same c**k that bred me. The same c**k that tied me to you.
“The same c**k that filled me so deep I couldn’t speak for a full hour and now I can’t stop thinking about it.
“You want me to bite it and mark you and suck it like I’m starving and pretend this is normal when I am so far gone I would do anything for you right now.”
I traced my fingers along his thighs as I lowered myself between them, breathing hard, mouth already watering as I stared at the thick length of him..hard, pulsing, slick at the tip.
Every vein throbbed like it was daring me to move closer, and my hands shook as I wrapped my fingers around the base, tongue flicking out just enough to taste him.
I was about to suck it. Finally. After all the teasing, all the dirty talk, all the wrecked promises..I was about to wrap my mouth around Daddy’s c
**k and show him what his kitten could really do.
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That was when his phone started ringing.
f*****g ringing.
I froze for a second, lips just barely brushing the tip, and blinked up at him like maybe he would grab it. Maybe he would take one second to handle whatever was obviously important enough to interrupt the most dramatic blowjob of my entire hormonal life.
But he didn’t move.
The phone kept ringing.
And I tried. I really f*****g tried to ignore it. I closed my eyes. I licked the side of his c**k. I wrapped both hands around it and opened my mouth wider, desperate to shut it out, desperate to lose myself in the weight of him, the taste of him, the way his breathing changed when I flicked my tongue just right.
But it wouldn’t stop.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.
Because yesterday he got a call.
A call he ignored.
And it’s been sitting in my chest ever since, gnawing at the back of my brain like something I’m not supposed
to ask about. Something that felt wrong.
So I pulled back slowly, lips shiny, fingers still wrapped around his c**k, and looked up at hir
“Go answer your phone, Damon,” I said quietly, licking my lips and hating how needy I still sounded. “I’ll be
here waiting.”
His jaw clenched. His eyes burned into mine like I had just slapped him. And when he spoke, it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t teasing. It was that dark, growled command that made my p***y throb harder and my n*****s leak like I was begging to be ruined.
“No, kitten,” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my mouth right back to his c**k. “f**k the call. Satisfy me.”
“No, Daddy,” I said, pulling back again and planting both hands on his thighs to keep myself from diving right back onto his c**k like a starving animal. “Go answer your call first. I don’t like the way it’s been ringing like.
that. What if it’s important?”
He didn’t move.
His jaw ticked. His nostrils flared. His hand tightened in my hair like he was two seconds away from dragging my mouth back down to the base of him, consequences be damned.
I held my ground.
Barely.
“It rang yesterday too,” I said, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes. “And you didn’t call them back. I noticed. And now it’s ringing again, and I’m about to suck your c**k, and I need to know that I’m not sucking you while the world is falling apart around us.”
He grunted low in his throat, the sound deep and pissed and vibrating down into my cunt like he knew exactly
what that voice did to me. But I didn’t let it break me.
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“I’ll be good,” I whispered, sliding my hand up the length of his c**k slowly, deliberately, “but I want your focused. I want your head clear. I want your hands on me. I don’t want you half here and half somewhere else. So go handle it. Go check your phone. Then come back and use my throat like you promised.”
He stared at me.
Breathing like a f*****g beast.
“You’re lucky you’re carrying my pups,” he muttered under his breath, standing slowly, c**k still hard and glistening from my spit as he reached for the phone that wouldn’t stop ringing.
“And you’re lucky I don’t throw you over my knee for talking back right now.”
I bit my lip to keep from smirking.
Because I knew I’d won.
Just a little.
And it felt powerful in a way that made my n*****s leak and my stomach flip. I stayed on my knees, watching him walk across the room with his c**k still hard. He picked up the phone, swiped it angrily, and answered
with a growl in his voice.
“What.”
He didn’t speak right away. But the shift in his energy was instant.
His eyes narrowed.
His breath slowed.
His jaw clenched like his teeth were grinding together behind it.
“What the hell do you mean that happened?”
He stepped forward, pacing around, dragging his hand through his hair like he was trying to physically pull
the words out of his head.
His other hand tightened around the phone, knuckles white, and the way he said the next words made my
heart start pounding in my chest.
“How?” he demanded, the word coming out like a growl. “No..no, don’t give me that.
I stayed perfectly still.
I didn’t blink. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t move a muscle.
I was still kneeling on the floor, still soaked between my legs, still aching for his c**k, still leaking from my t**s, still high off the way he’d growled bite Daddy’s dick..but that high was gone now.
It vanished the second his voice changed. The second his body shifted. The second 1 felt the pressure drop in the room and realized something had gone horribly wrong.
“What the f**k do you mean by my pack house is burnt to the ground?”
And just like that.
My whole body went cold.”
“The pack house is gone? Burnt? How?”
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My lips parted.
I couldn’t speak.
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I couldn’t move.I wrapped both arms around my belly. I wasn’t just holding it for comfort, I was protecting it. I don’t know how else to explain it, but something about the way Damon’s voice changed,
If you were in my place, you’d feel it too. That crawling sensation under your skin that whispers danger is
closer than you think.
And I don’t know what’s coming next but I feel it’s big.
So stay with me, because I have a feeling everything is about to change.
Find out what happens next in the next chapter.
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~Lyra~
I have never seen Damon so pissed in my entire life, and I need you to understand that coming from me, that means something. This man gets angry like it’s his favorite hobby. He growls when he’s bored. He glares like a threat.
He snaps his teeth, and he walks into rooms with the energy of a loaded gun. But right now, right in front of me, he looks like something else entirely.
He looks like he could kill the moon goddess and still not be satisfied. He looks like a war that just found a reason to begin. And the worst part is, I have no idea what changed, only that one stupid phone call shattered everything.
I can’t even describe how terrifying it is to see a man like him freeze. It’s not the kind of stillness that means calm. It’s the kind that means blood is coming.
He doesn’t even speak at first. He just listens. And I can tell that whatever he’s hearing is the kind of bad that cracks the bones under your skin. His hand flexes around the phone.
His other hand is still slick with spit and precum from the blowjob I never got to finish, but even that hand starts to tremble.
His jaw ticks once. His nostrils flare. His whole body shifts like something inside him is breaking, and I know, in that horrible, awful way you just know things, that everything is about to go to hell.
“What the f**k do you mean it’s gone?” His voice isn’t loud. It doesn’t have to be. It comes out low and dangerous, like something dead is speaking through him. “No, you don’t get to f*****g tell me that. Say it again. Slowly.”
“The pack house?” Damon repeats, his voice sharper now, louder. “Are you telling me the f*****g pack house is gone?”
Gone. That’s what he said. The pack house is gone. I don’t even which one cause he has several ones. Was it the one I’ve been too? The one in another country? I don’t know how to process this but I know place was everything to him.
That was his home, his legacy, his power, his people. That was the place where he said I would raise our
pups, where I would learn to be Luna, where our lives were supposed to finally stop feeling so cursed. And
now he’s looking at the floor like he can see the fire in his mind, like he can already smell the smoke.
“I left it protected,” he growled into the phone, every word laced with fury. “I left men at the perimeter. I had every entrance locked. Don’t you f*****g tell me it was a freak accident. This was planned.”
His pacing starts again. The kind of movement that makes you want to curl into yourself because you don’t
know what’s coming, only that it’s bad.
He drags his hand through his hair and keeps it there for a second like maybe pulling his scalp will stop the
rage from swallowing him alive. But it doesn’t. Nothing will. He’s beyond reason. Beyond control.
“There were pups in that house,” he says, and this time I hear something in his voice that makes my chest
twist. “There were elders. Warriors.
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“That was my f*****g home,” he said, and for the first time since I met Damon Thornvale, the growling, terrifying, impossibly powerful Alpha who made me pregnant before I ever made it to college–I saw something underneath the anger. I saw pain. Real pain.
And it hit me like a slap to the chest because Damon doesn’t show pain. He eats it. He swallows it. He turns it into violence. But now? Now he just stood there with the phone still clutched in his hand, his chest rising and falling, and his jaw clenched like it was the only thing keeping him together.
He didn’t stop at those words. He kept going. He started talking, and not in the short, scary, clipped way he
usually does.
“That house wasn’t just a f*****g. building, Lyra. It was the soul of my pack. I spent ten f*****g years rebuilding it from the ground up after my father died.
“Every wall was put up with intention. Every brick meant something. I hand–picked the stone. I carved my crest above the entrance with my own blade. I planted trees around the courtyard for every pup born into our
protection. Do you hear me? Every f*****g pup.”
He was pacing now, and I didn’t dare move. I didn’t even breathe too loud. I stood there in the middle of the room, still completely naked, still aching from how badly I wanted him just minutes ago, but now shaking
from something deeper.
I had never seen him this wrecked. Never seen him this unguarded. His c**k was still hard, still slick, still twitching with need, but his voice was filled with blood. His hands were shaking. His energy was filling the
room like smoke before a fire.
“I bled on those floors,” Damon growled, his voice getting louder now. “I held dying warriors in my arms in that f*****g hallway. I kissed my mother’s hand goodbye on the steps of that altar. I buried my Beta’s wife beside that damn porch. I raised the children of the fallen in that house, Lyra. I fed them. I trained them. I made sure they knew they were safe, that they belonged somewhere sacred.”
“And now it’s gone. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to stop it. I wasn’t there to protect them. I was here.” His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and burning, and I didn’t flinch even though I felt like I should. “I was here, with my c**k in my hand, distracted by the only thing that’s ever made me lose control.”
I swallowed hard because I knew what he meant. He wasn’t blaming me, not really. But I was the reason he
wasn’t watching the cameras.
I was the reason he was off pack grounds. I was the reason he let himself feel human again, feel soft, feel pleasure, feel love. And in that time, someone came and burned his entire legacy to ash.
“I had guards at every post,” he went on, his voice tighter now, almost strangled. “I had shields. I had alarms. We were supposed to be safe. That place was supposed to last longer than I would. It was supposed to be the place I passed down to my sons. The place where I would teach them to shift, to fight, to lead.
He finally stopped pacing. Just stood there. Breathing hard. Looking like a god that just watched the world fall apart beneath his feet.
“And now I have nothing,” he said quietly. “Not one stone left standing. Not one body accounted for. I don’t
even know who’s alive, Lyra. I don’t know if they ran. If they fought. If they screamed.”
I wanted to touch him. I really did. I wanted to say something comforting and brave and grown–up, but I was eighteen and naked still dripping down my thighs from the blowjob I never finished, and none of that made
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qualified to handle this moment. But I knew I had to say something, so I stepped forward, voice shaking as I tried to find mine.
“Damon,” I whispered, “we’ll rebuild it. Whatever it takes. I’ll help. I’m yours, remember? Wherever you go, I go.
“Wherever you go, I go,” I whispered, and I meant it with everything inside me. I didn’t care that I was eighteen.
I didn’t care that I was scared.I didn’t care about any of it. Because Damon was my Alpha. Damon was my man. Damon was the only person who had ever made me feel like I wasn’t a mistake, and I wasn’t going to let him walk through hell alone, not when I knew the whole sky had just come crashing down on top of him.
And then it happened.
He broke.
Damon didn’t fall to his knees. He didn’t scream. He didn’t throw anything. It wasn’t violent like I expected. It wasn’t explosive or loud or angry. It was quiet. It was slow. It was real.
His mouth opened. His eyes blinked like he didn’t know how to keep them from burning. His body trembled- just once–but I saw it. And then the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in my life unfolded right in front of
me.
He burst into tears.
Not loud sobs. Not shaking or collapsing or curling into a ball. It was worse than that. It was one tear. Then another. And then another.
And then he brought his hands to his face and pressed his palms against his eyes like he could force the emotion back inside his skull, like if he just pushed hard enough, he could undo the grief that had finally cracked him wide open.
“I don’t know what to do, kitten,” he whispered. “I don’t know. I don’t f*****g know.“.
His voice broke on that last word, and it shattered something inside me that I didn’t know could break any
further.
Because I had never heard him say that before. Damon always knew. He was the man with the plans. The Alpha with the answers.
The predator who never lost control. But right now, standing there half–dressed and soaked in guilt and fear and love, he looked like a man who had just lost the world.
And I didn’t know how to fix it.
I didn’t know what to say.
So I did the only thing I could do, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around him. My body pressed against his. My head tucked under his chin. My heart against his chest. And I held him.
I held him while he cried. My big bad alpha was broken.
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I Can’t Lose You Too
~Lyra~
I held him while he whispered the names of people he wasn’t sure were still alive. I held him while he said things I knew he would never say again.
Words like, “I should’ve known.” Words like, “They depended on me.” Words like, “I let them die.” I held him while his tears slid down his cheeks and into my hair, while his hands fisted in the back of my dress like he needed something to grip or he’d slip into nothingness.
“I don’t know how to fix this,” he said, voice low and hoarse. “I’ve fought wars. I’ve ended bloodlines. I’ve outlived betrayals. But this? This is the kind of loss that guts a man.
“I wasn’t ready. I didn’t see it coming. And the worst part is, I do not know who did it. They waited until I was distracted. And I was distracted, Lyra. I was so f*****g distracted by you.”
I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t true. That he wasn’t distracted. That he was just human. That everyone needs rest. That love isn’t weakness.
But the words wouldn’t come out. Because part of me believed it too. We were so wrapped up in each other. So obsessed. So caught up in the filth and the heat and the forbidden thrill of touching. We made each other blind. And they knew it.
“I don’t even know who’s dead,” he said quietly, breath shaking against my temple. “I don’t know if the nursery was empty. I don’t know if they got everyone out. I don’t know if my Beta’s pups made it. And until I see those ashes with my own eyes, I won’t know how much of me died in that fire.”
I pulled back just enough to look at him, my eyes searching his. His lashes were wet. His mouth was trembling.
“You’re not alone,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His arms locked around me, crushing me to his chest like I was the last piece of his soul he hadn’t lost.
“I can’t lose you,” he said into my hair. “I can lose everything else. But I can’t lose you. If I lose you too, I swear I’ll burn the f*****g world.”
“You’re not losing me,” I whispered, even though I was trembling. “Not now. Not ever.”
He kissed the top of my head. His lips were dry. His breath was hot. And when he pulled back, he looked me. straight in the eyes.
“I need to go there,” he said. “I need to see it. I need to smell the ash. I need to feel the ground. And I need to know who betrayed me.”
“I’m coming with you,” I said, without even thinking..
“I was going to carry you if you said no,” Damon muttered, and for the briefest second, there was the smallest flicker of something close to a smile tugging at his mouth“.
“Not a real smile. Not the kind you give when you’re happy or safe or whole. This was something else but It disappeared just as quickly as it came, but it was there, and I clung
to it like oxygen.
Then his eyes darkened again.
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“I can’t leave you here, Lyra,” he said, voice quieter now, but no less fierce. “Not after this. Not after what they
just did. I need you where I can see you. I need you close. I don’t care how dangerous it gets. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re mine, and I’m not taking the risk. We’re going together.”
I nodded before I could even think. My fingers were still wrapped around his face, I nodded, because I believed him. I trusted him. If he needed to go, I was going with him. No questions.
Except… I had a question.
“We’ll take the private plane,” he added, already moving, already grabbing his discarded shirt from the chair and yanking it over his head like his body was already preparing for battle.
I blinked and took a hesitant step forward, confused by the sudden shift in tone. “Plane?” I asked, voice rising a little. “Wait..what do you mean plane? Damon, I thought… I mean, the pack house isn’t far from here, right? Isn’t it just a few miles outside the city? We can drive there in, like, twenty minutes. Why do we need a plane?”
He stopped moving.
He didn’t look at me right away.
And when he did, his face had changed again.
“Oh no, kitten,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “Not that house.”
My heart skipped. “What do you mean?”
“The one here in this city?” he continued, walking toward me again, this time slower. “The estate you saw
with the high walls and the black gates and the silver guards? That’s not the main house. That’s just a
satellite post. A branch. It’s a decoy for appearances and meetings and occasional operations. That isn’t
where my blood lives.”
I swallowed, hard. “Then… where?”
He came to a full stop in front of me and placed both hands on my hips. His thumbs brushed over my cheeks.
“The real pack house, the heart of everything I built, is in another country,” he said. “Far from here. Sacred. It’s where my lineage begins and ends. It’s where wolves are born and where they’re buried. It’s where I took my Alpha vow. And that… that is the place they set on fire.”
I just stared at him.
I didn’t breathe.
I didn’t blink.
I didn’t even know what to say.
Another country.
Not another city. Not another state,
Another country.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I thought I knew who he was. I thought I understood the scale of his power.
I thought I had some kind of grasp on what it meant to be with a man like Damon, but clearly, I didn’t. Not
even close. I had only seen the surface. The civilized parts. The walls he wanted me to see. But underneath? Beneath the suits and cigars and velvet sheets?
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There was a kingdom.
And someone just torched it to the ground.
“You were never meant to go there until it was safe,” he said, watching me closely now. “I was going to take you when the pups were born. I was going to show you everything, our history, our rituals, our people. But now? I don’t have the luxury of waiting anymore. We’re going now. Tonight.”
I reached up and pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the heat of him. The storm. The grief. The war already forming in his bones.
“Take me,” I said. “Take me with you. Show me everything.”
He nodded once.
“We leave in an hour,” Damon said, and there was no hesitation in his voice, no doubt, no room for argument.
And honestly, I was still trying to process the fact that the real pack house was in a whole other country while he was already planning how to get us there tonight.
Then his hand came up to my cheek, fingers tracing the side of my face so gently it almost made me cry.
His thumb dragged slowly across my skin, and the way he looked at me, it wasn’t just love. It wasn’t just protection. It was obsession.
“You don’t need to stress yourself to carry much, okay?” he said, and his voice dropped into that deep, soothing, Alpha tone that made my knees want to buckle every single time. “Just bring what’s comfortable. Something warm. Maybe one of my shirts. I’ll get you everything you need when we get there, kitten. Everything.”
And I swear my heart actually squeezed.
I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath until he said those words. Not because I was scared about packing. Not because I cared about clothes or shoes or what I was bringing in my bag.
But because somehow, even in the middle of this chaos, even with his entire life burning behind us, he was
thinking about me.
He was still trying to take care of me. Still trying to make sure I didn’t overexert myself, still worried about
what I’d wear, what I’d need, what would make me feel safe.
“Damon,” I whispered, because his name was all I could manage.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
“I’ll carry everything if I have to,” he said, and I felt his breath against my skin. “But I don’t want you lifti
single finger unless you have to. You’re carrying my pups. You’re carrying my future. That’s your only job,
kitten.”
I nodded because my throat was too tight to answer.
My hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.
“I’ll bring one of your shirts,” I finally managed to say, voice trembling with everything I didn’t know how to say. “And maybe…maybe the perfume bottle you like.”
His mouth curved just slightly at that, even though his eyes were still heavy with grief. “Bring whatever you want to smell like mine. I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
I swallowed hard.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because I’m not planning to forget.”
He pressed his forehead against mine and let out a breath that sounded like it was holding the weight of the whole world. And then he stepped back, just enough to grab his phone again and make the call that would change everything.
“I’m calling for the jet now,” he said, “Start packing. Ten minutes. I’ll have the car waiting out front.”
I nodded quickly because arguing with him when he sounded like that would be pointless. My head was already spinning as I thought about what I might bring, even though he had told me not to stress about carrying much.
As I was about to go with the full intention of doing exactly what he said, but before I even took three steps, the sound of the doorbell rang through the room. It was loud enough to cut through every thought in my head, and it made both of us freeze where we stood.
“Who could that be?” I asked, turning to look at Damon, my voice shaky because I already knew something about this was not right.
“We are not expecting anyone,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.
“I will get it,” I said softly.
When I reached the door, I curled my fingers around the handle, hesitated for one second because something
inside me said I might not like what I saw on the other side, and then I pulled it open.
And that was when I saw her.
It was Tasha.
Her hair was tangled and sticking to her damp face.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and there was blood smeared across her temple that trailed down to stain the front of her shirt.
Her hands were shaking so badly that I could see her fingers twitching in the air like they were reaching for something invisible, and her breathing was uneven, almost gasping, as if she had been running for a long time or had been holding in a scream.
My chest clenched so tightly it hurt, and I stepped forward before I could even think about it. “What the hell happened to you, Tasha?”