Ch. 161..165: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 161-165

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 161

~Damon~

The car smelled like her.

Even with the windows cracked and the engine humming, her scent lingered on the leather like a fucking reminder.

My cock was still sore from how good she sucked my dick. My palm still tingled from how hard I grabbed her hair. The Bluetooth crackled, then connected.

“You’ve got three minutes,” I said, putting the call on speaker as I adjusted the steering wheel and leaned back into the seat. My voice was clipped, controlled, sharp enough to draw blood. “Say something useful.”

The man on the other end stammered.

Of course he did.

“Alpha Damon-sir-we’ve received word that the Riker Pack’s West Guard has doubled in size overnight. They’re claiming it’s routine, but our scouts believe they’re planning a move-possibly a direct breach across the Redwood Creek line. And that’s not all. There’s-“

“I know what they’re planning,” I snapped, cutting him off. “They’ve been sniffing around my land like mongrels for weeks. Testing us. Testing me. But let me make one thing very clear, and I want you to repeat this back to the council word for word.”

I paused.

Took a breath.

Let it settle.

Then spoke.

“If Riker’s men so much as touch the trees on my side of the line, I will burn every single outpost they own to ash. I will hang their scout leaders from their watchtowers and send their corpses back across the river tied to silver stakes. I am not negotiating with dogs. If they want war, I’ll give them extinction.”

Then a nervous breath. “Yes, Alpha. Of course. Should I alert the South Ridge pack to reinforce?”

I tilted my head.

“No. The South Ridge pack is made up of pups and merchants. They wouldn’t last a single night against Riker’s wolves, and I’m not in the habit of sending sheep to do a lion’s job.”

“Yes, Alpha. I..I understand. Then I’ll call the East line-“

“Call no one,” I said coldly. “Not until I say. I want this to be my move, on my time. Let Riker believe I’m distracted. Let him assume I’m getting soft. Then, when he steps out of line, I’ll carve his name into the soil with his own spine.”

Another silence.

A different kind now.

The kind that came when the people under you remembered exactly who the fuck you were.

“Yes, Alpha. I’ll await your signal.”

“Good,” I said. “Stay quiet. Stay sharp. I’ll handle the rest.”

The call ended with a quiet beep, and I exhaled through my nose, rolling my shoulders once, trying to shake the heat that was rising in my chest again..not from rage this time. From something else. Something warmer. Something more dangerous.

I turned my head slightly and saw it sitting on the backseat.

Light blue. Soft. Still wrinkled from the way she’d dropped it.

Her sweater.

My jaw ticked.

She must’ve left it when she was squirming across the seat this morning, trying to pull her skirt down and climb off my lap.

I stared at the sweater like it had insulted me.

She walked into that school without it.

Without anything to cover her. No extra layers. No protection. Just her heat-flushed skin, her soft Omega scent, and that little fucking skirt that barely covered her ass.

My fingers clenched around the steering wheel, and I felt that shift again-that prickling tension crawling up my spine. Not just annoyance. Not just jealousy. Instinct.

The kind that made my teeth ache.

The kind that made my inner wolf lift his head and growl.

I turned slightly, picked up the sweater, and brought it to my nose.

The second the scent hit me, I froze.

One hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping the soft sleeve of her forgotten sweater, and there it was-her.

That sweet, sinful Omega scent that clung to everything she touched, everything she wore, everything she was.

I brought the fabric closer to my nose, and the moment it brushed against me, I inhaled deeply without even meaning to. I needed it. I needed her. And just like that, everything inside me shifted.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, eyes closing for half a second. “I can’t believe I’m hard again.”

I was. Hard as a goddamn brick. Just from the smell of her on this stupid piece of fabric. I’d already had her this morning.

I ran a hand down my face, tried to get a grip.

“She’s going to freeze in that classroom,” I said aloud, more to myself than anything. “Wearing that damn skirt. No jacket. No shame. No clue what she does to people.”

I grabbed the sweater and stepped out of the car, locking the door behind me with one hand as I tossed the sweater over my arm. But the moment my boots hit the pavement, I stopped.

I lifted my head. Sniffed the air.

And there it was.

Her scent.

Stronger than before. Fresher. Raw. Radiating heat and slick and Omega arousal in a way that wasn’t just lingering..it was blooming. Like a fucking beacon.

“She’s in heat,” I muttered, chest tightening as the full weight of it hit me. “Fuck. She’s in heat. Right here. Right now.”

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I turned toward the school building immediately, my body already moving, already tracking. But something felt off. It wasn’t just the heat in her scent…it was the way it danced with something else. A thread of male energy. Not mine. Not familiar. Wrong.

The anger started deep in my gut and rose like smoke up my spine.

I tried to mindlink her immediately.

Kitten, I said through the link. Where are you? Can you hear me? Are you okay?

Nothing.

Lyra, I tried again, pushing harder, narrowing my focus, forcing my energy toward her. Talk to me. Now.

Still nothing.

I stopped just outside the front entrance, my hand clenching into a fist around the sleeve of her sweater. No response. No connection.

Just a wall of silence where her mind should’ve been. Either she was blocking me, unconscious, or too overwhelmed to hear. None of those options sat well with me.

My legs were already moving before I realized it, storming through the double doors of the school building, eyes scanning every hallway, every corner, every student in uniform who didn’t matter.

I was only looking for one thing..her. And the scent trail-gods, it was strong. Too strong. Like she’d been sweating, panting, pressed up against something.

My eyes narrowed.

No. Not something. Someone.

I followed the scent around the corner, past a row of lockers, then deeper toward a side hallway I didn’t like the look of. Still nothing. No sign of her.

But the scent..

The scent was maddening.

It clung to the walls. It stained the air. And it was fresh. As if she’d just been here. As if she was still here. As if someone had touched her. Marked her.

I clenched my jaw so tight I heard it crack.

“Where the fuck are you, kitten?” I growled low to myself, ignoring the few students who stepped out of my way when they saw the look on my face. I was seconds from shifting, from letting the wolf take over and tear through this entire building.

Then I saw him.

The principal.

Standing near the main office, clipboard in hand, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose like he had no idea he was breathing the same air as my Omega.

I marched straight toward him, ignoring the startled gasp from one of the teachers nearby.

“You,” I said, voice sharp and low. “Where is she?”

He blinked up at me, confused. “I..I’m sorry, who..?”

“My daughter’s best friend,” I snapped, stepping closer. “The Omega. Lyra. She was dropped off here less than thirty minutes ago, and I can’t find her. I need to know where the hell she is, and I need to know now.”

The man straightened slightly, sensing the danger radiating off me.

“I..yes, yes, she was marked present for first period, but-” He looked down at his clipboard, flipping through papers.

“I don’t see a current location update from her teacher. Maybe she stepped out to the bathroom or

I didn’t wait for him to finish.

She wasn’t in the classroom.

She wasn’t answering my mindlink.

And her scent was thick enough to drive every unmated male in this building insane.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

And if I didn’t find her in the next sixty seconds, someone was going to die for even looking at her the wrong way.

I passed the main hallway, turned down the narrow side corridor near the storage rooms-cold, unlit, mostly empty during school hours and that was when I heard it.

A voice.

Male.

Young.

Arrogant.

Laced with so much filth I could taste blood on my tongue before I even saw him.

“If you slap me one more time,” he growled from the shadows, the words disgusting and full of threat, “I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, I do not care who’s claimed you..I will bend you over and fuck you until you learn how to behave.”

My entire body went still.

The hallway stretched in front of me like a tunnel. The air felt like fire in my lungs. I didn’t move, not yet, because I needed to be sure I heard what I thought I did.

And then..her voice.

So soft I almost missed it.

“Please… don’t,” she whispered. “I beg you…”

My heart stopped.

My hands curled into fists so tight my knuckles cracked. For a single second, I forgot what century we were in. I forgot where I was. All I saw was red. All I heard was her voice..the desperation, the panic.

I moved.

I didn’t walk. I stormed forward, every step a declaration of violence. The lockers rattled from the force of my movement, my power vibrating through the floor as I turned the final corner and then I saw him.

I saw him.

Standing too close to her.

Hand on her arm.

Body blocking her exit.

My girl-my Omega-was backed up against the wall, eyes wide with fear, skirt twisted, lips parted like she couldn’t even breathe, and his hand was still on her like he owned something.

Like she didn’t already belong to me.

My voice came out low and cold, rumbling from deep inside my chest like it had claws.

“Boy.”

He turned his head slowly, and the second his eyes met mine, I saw it.

The shift.

The terror.

The realization that whatever fun he thought he was about to have had just come to a violent fucking end.

I didn’t stop moving.

I didn’t blink.

I didn’t give him a chance to explain.

“Get your hands off her,” I said through clenched teeth, my voice louder now, sharp and thunderous. “Now!”

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Damon~

The moment I turned the corner and saw him standing over her, I knew I was going to kill him.

He wasn’t touching her anymore, but his body was still angled toward hers like he had some kind of right.

Lyra was backed against the wall, breathing too fast, her skin flushed with heat, her fists clenched at her sides, and the little fuck in front of her still had the audacity to smirk like the predator he thought he was.

I didn’t shout. I didn’t snarl. I spoke clearly, with a voice that could cut through steel.

“Step away from her. Now.”

He turned toward me slowly, like he hadn’t just been caught trying to overpower a heat-drunk Omega.

He looked me up and down, his eyes dragging across my chest, my shoulders, the veins bulging down my forearms from how hard I was holding back the urge to rip out his throat.

And then, with a laugh that was louder than it should’ve been, he spoke.

“Oh, this is rich. You’re him, aren’t you?” His voice was dripping with mockery. “You’re the one fucking her right? I can smell you”

He glanced back at her, then looked at me again, eyes narrowed.

“I gotta say, she’s a lucky bitch. Her legs look like they were shaking before I even touched her. She must’ve been thinking about you. Or maybe about both of us.”

He chuckled again. Louder. Bolder.

“Yeah. That’s a better idea. Maybe we should fuck her together. I bet she’d love that. You can take her mouth, I’ll take her pussy. Or we can switch. She’s in heat, she won’t know the difference. Hell, she might not even remember it happened.”

Lyra gasped behind him. He didn’t turn. He didn’t even acknowledge her.

“She was already moaning when I walked up to her. Already so wet she was shaking. She looks at people like she’s starving to be touched. I thought you’d trained her better, but damn, man, she’s still acting like a free-use slut in public.”

I still hadn’t moved. I wanted him to keep talking. I wanted to hear every single filthy, arrogant thing that came out of his mouth so I could justify the pain I was about to deliver.

“You must fuck her rough, right?” he asked, still smiling. “You seem like the type to pull her hair and make her cry. She probably thanks you for slapping her. Bet she whimpers every time you zip your pants down. And you know what? I’m not even mad. I just want a turn. I’m not greedy. I don’t even need to be first.”

That was it.

I walked forward, slow and deliberate, every step echoing off the corridor walls like a countdown to his fucking execution. He was still smiling.

Until I moved faster than he could blink and slammed him against the lockers with one hand around his throat. The sound of the metal crumpling under his back was beautiful. He gasped, choking, eyes wide with panic for the first time, but I didn’t loosen my grip.

“You opened your mouth too many times,” I said, my voice cold and steady, not a single word wasted. “You spoke about her like she was a thing. You touched her while she was in heat. You disrespected a bonded Omega and mocked her Alpha. You talked about fucking her while I watched. You suggested we share her like some kind of toy.”

He made a strangled noise and tried to shake his head, but I pushed him harder into the lockers until he stilled.

“She is not your entertainment,” I continued, still holding him by the throat. “She is not your fucking experiment. She is mine. My Omega. My heat-drunk, freshly-fucked, scent-soaked, trembling little mate. And you… You are a piece of shit who thought that a few inches of height and a teenage dick made you powerful enough to speak her name.”

I let go of his throat, just enough to let him cough once.

Then I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him again, this time into the tiled floor, crouching down beside him so he could see the rage in my face.

“She said no. I know you heard her. She said ‘please don’t.’ And you kept talking. You thought her fear was flirtation. You thought her heat gave you a right to use her. But what you didn’t know-what you clearly still don’t understand—is that she was already marked. Already claimed. Already owned. You put your hands on something that belongs to me, and now I’m going to make you bleed for it.”

He whimpered something, but I didn’t care.

I grabbed him by the jaw and forced his face up to mine.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked, every syllable low and razor-sharp. “I’m Damon Thornvale. Alpha of Thornvale Ridge. I’ve killed more men than you’ve kissed girls. I’ve broken wolves twice your size and fed them to my pack. And I don’t forgive disrespect.”

I threw him back against the floor like garbage, stood up, and looked down at him one last time.

I stared down at him.

His body was twitching where I’d thrown him, gasping like he couldn’t decide whether to crawl away or beg me for his life. And I didn’t move.

I didn’t flinch.

I just stood there, looming over him, blood humming in my ears.

My voice came low, precise, and full of unshakeable truth.

“I should kill you right now,” I said, every word heavy as a stone. “Right here. In this hallway. In front of whoever walks around that corner next. I should take your jaw in my hand and twist until it separates. I should make you eat the words you just spoke about her. Make you choke on them. Gag on them. Bleed them out.”

He whimpered, pressing his palm against his chest where I’d slammed him.

I took one step closer, towering over him like the executioner he hadn’t believed was real.

“I should make you an example so brutal that no unmated male in this entire district would ever look at a heat-drunk Omega again without tasting bile. That’s what you deserve. That’s what your kind of filth earns.”

And then-he surfaced.

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He spoke.

(Rip his cock off.)

His voice in my head was full, deep, snarling with hunger.

(Rip it off and feed it to him. Make him gag on it. Make her watch. Let her see what we do to anyone who touches what belongs to us.)

I clenched my fists. My breath caught fire. My muscles surged under my skin.

“Stop,” I whispered back in my mind, jaw tight, veins bulging. “She’s watching. She doesn’t need to see that.”

(She does. She needs to see. She needs to understand what happens when someone looks at her like prey. We are not soft. We are not merciful. We punish.)

I looked down at the boy again.

His eyes were wide now. He was shaking. He felt it—the shift. The change. The pressure in the air as my form began to rupture beneath my skin.

My voice dropped lower, deeper, more primal.

“I gave you a chance,” I said. “I let you speak. I let you laugh. I let you imagine a world where you could even breathe the same air as her and live. But now you’ve taken something from her. You didn’t mark her skin, but you touched her soul. You scared her. You made her beg. You made her doubt her safety. And for that—”

My neck cracked. My shoulders popped. My eyes burned gold.

“For that, I am going to show you the kind of monster they whisper about in war stories.”

(Shift. Let me out. Let me taste him. We’ll start with his cock. We’ll tear it from his body and leave him screaming in the dirt. Then we’ll break his hips. His spine. His face. Let him crawl without teeth. Let him live with the memory of what we did to him every time he pisses blood.)

I exhaled hard, my claws half-formed, my voice still human-barely.

“You thought you were big,” I said, stepping over him now. “You thought your voice made you strong. You thought she was just another girl. But you were wrong. She is mine. And I am not a man. Not entirely. Not anymore.”

I crouched beside him, grabbed his jaw again, and forced him to look at me.

“Do you feel that pressure in the air?” I whispered. “That weight sitting on your chest? That’s death. That’s me, deciding what part of you to rip off first.”

(Start with the cock.)

My wolf’s voice was louder now. My bones cracked louder. My teeth lengthened.

(Let her watch. Let her smell his piss. Let her moan while we paint the floor red.)

I growled aloud this time-low and guttural.

And when I looked up, Lyra was still there. Watching.

Trembling.

Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, thighs pressed together like her heat was rising in sync with my fury.

My voice softened when I saw her-but only slightly.

“Look away if you don’t want to see this,” I said.

Her lips parted. She didn’t move.

She didn’t blink.

She didn’t look away.

So I turned back to the boy, who was now crawling, sobbing, piss pooling beneath his thighs.

My claws extended fully. My spine twisted. My voice dropped into a snarl as my wolf merged with me.

(He touched her. He dies.)

“You cornered her. You threatened her. You made her beg you not to rape her, and then you had the gall to turn around and look me in the eye and ask if we should fuck her together?”

He started crying then. Actual crying. Ugly, choking sobs that I didn’t give a single fuck about.

I pressed harder.

“You think you’re a man? You think because you’re young and hard and arrogant, that makes you something special? No. You are weak. You are insignificant. And you are lucky-lucky-that I haven’t ripped your cock off already and shoved it down your throat like my wolf keeps demanding.”

The shift pulsed through my spine. My jaw popped. My claws pushed through my fingers as my wolf surged forward in my mind, not just growling now but speaking.

(Do it. Tear it off. Make him bleed from the root. He used it like a weapon. Take it from him like a traitor loses his tongue. Let him scream. Let her watch. Let her learn what we do to anyone who touches what’s ours.)

My head dropped forward. I closed my eyes and took a breath, holding the beast back just long enough to speak clearly again.

“I came here to bring her her sweater,” I said, almost to myself. “She forgot it in the car. She left wearing that short little skirt and didn’t realize how cold the school hallways would be. I was going to walk in, hand it to her, and leave.”

I looked down at him again, my voice darkening.

“And instead, I find her pressed against a wall, helpless, burning in heat, with your filthy fucking hands on her body and your mouth threatening to violate her.”

He shook his head rapidly. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I didn’t know she was..

“Don’t lie to me.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 165

~Damon~

I reached forward and grabbed him by the throat.

“You knew. You smelled it. You followed her scent down that hallway like a dog with his dick out. You waited until she was alone. You waited until her mind was hazy and her body was weak, and then you pushed her against the wall and told her you didn’t care if she was claimed. You told her you’d bend her over and teach her how to behave.”

I looked up suddenly and stared past him, locking eyes with Lyra, who hadn’t moved an inch. She was still frozen in place, her breathing shallow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. She was watching me with something burning behind her gaze- something wild, something electric.

I turned back to him.

“And when I told you to let her go,” I said slowly, “you turned to me and said we should share her. That we should fuck her together. That she might even thank us for it.”

I leaned in until our foreheads nearly touched.

“You said that to me. While my Omega was still trembling behind you. While she was still trying to catch her breath from saying no.”

His face crumpled, but I didn’t care.

I stood again, letting my full height tower over him, letting my wolf rise through my frame like a tidal wave about to break. My voice grew colder, clearer, and more violent with every word.

“You touched something sacred. You crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. And now, I am going to make sure you never forget what that costs.”

I reached down, tore what was left of his pants from his hips, and grabbed him by the inner thigh. He screamed before I even applied pressure.

“Your cock is the reason you’re in this position,” I said. “So I’m going to make sure you never get to use it again.”

Lyra’s voice came suddenly, broken and breathless.

“Damon… please…”

I paused.

I didn’t look at her right away.

“Please don’t kill him,” she said, her voice cracking. “Not here. Not like this. He’s not worth it.”

I exhaled slowly through my nose.

My claws twitched at the edge of his thigh, and my wolf howled in my chest.

(She’s ours. He touched her. You promised her safety. You said no one would hurt her again. Don’t stop. Break him. Mark the walls. Show her we are not mercy.)

I looked over at Lyra. Her hands were trembling. Her legs were pressed together. She was breathing like she’d just run miles, her entire body visibly affected by the heat and the violence in the air. She looked afraid-but not of me.

And not of what I’d do.

Her eyes were wide, not with panic, but with something darker. Something deeper. It wasn’t horror. It wasn’t disgust. It was hunger. The kind she didn’t yet understand. The kind that made her thighs press together while she begged for mercy she didn’t really want granted.

She wasn’t scared I would break him.

She was scared she would love watching me do it.

Her scent was proof. It was thicker now, sweeter, burning hotter in the air like the first flame of a wildfire. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. Her body was frozen, and her lips were parted, and her pulse was visible in her neck.

I saw it. I smelled it.

And that was when I turned back to the boy and made my decision.

My voice came out calm. Steady. Final.

“Close your eyes and ears, kitten.”

She blinked at me, dazed.

“What-?”

“Now,” I said, stepping forward until the blood on my hands was once again visible under the light. “You don’t need to witness this. Not like this. Not today. You’ve already seen more than you should have.”

Her lips trembled.

“Damon…”

“I mean it, Lyra. Close your eyes. Block your ears. Bite your knuckles if you have to. I don’t want this part to live in your memory.”

Her breath caught, but slowly-obediently-she nodded. She turned her back, pressing her palm to her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut. She leaned against the wall like her knees might give out.

And that was when I moved.

I crouched beside him again, grabbed his shirt, and lifted him halfway off the floor until his body dangled awkwardly between my knees. His breathing was ragged, broken. He stank of piss and fear and fresh blood. He wasn’t even resisting anymore. He was done.

But I wasn’t.

My voice dropped to a whisper as I leaned in close to his ear.

“She begged you not to touch her. You heard her voice crack. You heard the word ‘please.’ And you smiled.”

He didn’t respond.

“You told her you didn’t care who claimed her,” I went on. “You said you’d fuck her until she learned how to behave.”

I tightened my grip on his collar.

I leaned in until he could feel the heat of my breath against his cheek.

“You made a mistake.”

He choked. “I’m s-sorry-“

“You’re sorry because you got caught,” I snapped. “Not because you meant a single word of that apology. You’re sorry because I’m the one who walked around the corner. You’re sorry because she’s claimed, because she’s mine, and now you’re on the floor choking on your own spit.”

He coughed again. His face was wet. Blood. Tears. Snot. A mess of all of it.

My claws extended fully.

I reached down and gripped the inner seam of what was left of his pants and yanked until he screamed. The fabric tore straight down the middle. I grabbed him by the base of his cock and squeezed-not hard enough to tear it yet, but hard enough that he shrieked like an animal.

“You used this like a threat,” I said. “So I’m going to ruin it.”