Ch. 171..175: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 171-175

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 171

~Lyra~

Oh my Goddess.

He just said it. Out loud. In front of everyone.

“Listen up. Everyone.”

And when I say everyone, I mean it. Every single soul in that hallway froze. The kind of freeze you only see in movies where time stops and the music cuts out and you just know something dangerous is about to happen. It was like the air itself got scared. Like even the oxygen knew not to mess with Damon when he spoke like that.

Then someone said it.

“Is that not Alpha Damon?”

A girl was staring straight at me now. Her eyes were huge. Her mouth was wide open. Her face looked like she had just seen the Moon Goddess herself descend from the sky and declare me queen.

And then someone else whispered, “Tasha’s dad, right? The strongest Alpha to ever exist?”

Another voice, this time shaky and terrified, added, “I heard he ripped a rogue’s head off with his bare hands. Didn’t even shift.”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. My whole body was on fire, but not from shame. From adrenaline. From the high of being owned in the most brutal, public, no-going-back way imaginable. My thighs were trembling. My lips were parted. My heart was beating so fast it sounded like war drums in my ears.

Then Damon said it.

“Silence.”

Just one word. That was all it took.

Every single person in that hallway shut the fuck up.

Phones were lowered. Bags hit the floor. Some people didn’t even dare to breathe too loud. It was like the entire school was holding its breath at once, waiting to see who would die first if they made the mistake of speaking.

He looked at all of them with eyes that could kill. Real, actual kill. Not the dramatic kind. The real kind. The kind of stare that made your inner wolf roll over and submit whether you wanted to or not.

And then he turned to me.

And my stomach dropped.

Because I knew what was coming.

“Let this be a warning,” he said, pointing down at the boy on the floor, the one still twitching and bleeding like roadkill. “He touched what’s mine.”

I swear I almost moaned.

That word-mine-hit me like a slap to the soul. I wanted to scream it. I wanted to tattoo it across my chest. I wanted to claw it into my own skin just so I could look at it when I was alone and remember this moment forever.

He stepped forward, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Anyone who touches her again will beg for the death I gave him.”

Lyra

Oh my actual fucking Moon Goddess.

He didn’t just say that.

He didn’t just say that in front of everyone. In front of the entire student body.

“Look at her.”

That’s what he said. Loud. Clear. Like I was a fucking trophy on display. And not a pretty little one behind glass. No.

A dripping, ruined, freshly-claimed trophy, legs still shaking, stomach still tight, skin still warm from his palm and his cock and his voice. I could still feel his knot stretching me.

I could still feel his grip on my throat. I could still hear the filthy sounds echoing off the lockers when he slammed into me like the whole hallway belonged to us.

Everyone stared.

I mean everyone.

Even the teachers. Even the creepy looking janitor.

And then-he said it.

His voice dropped like thunder wrapped in fire.

“If any of you boys dare touch her, flirt with her, or even come close to her-“

And oh God, I already knew it was going to be bad. I knew it in my bones. My wolf was pacing inside me. My pulse was in my

ears.

“I promise you, I won’t just rip your cock out.”

Someone behind me gasped. Like actually gasped out loud. I think it was Alex from math class. He dropped his bag. I swear he pissed himself a little. But I couldn’t look. I couldn’t move. I was locked in place by Damon’s voice, by the feral heat in his eyes, by the weight of the claim he had just slammed over the entire hallway like a bloody gavel.

“I’ll rip your chest open. With my hands.”

That’s what he said.

With his mouth. In front of everyone. In front of me.

And I swear on every holy book and every dirty magazine I’ve ever hidden under my bed that my pussy fluttered.

Not twitched. Not tightened. Fluttered.

Because there he was, the most dangerous man in this building, covered in blood and still probably hard from ruining me against a locker, declaring to the world that I was his. Not flirt-with-me-at-your-own-risk his. No. I-will-rip-your-heart- out-and-feed-it-to-your-mother his.

“She’s mine,” he growled, voice low and cruel and godlike. “Do you hear me? Mine. I don’t share. I don’t offer. I own.” And I swear, every girl in that hallway started crossing their legs. Every boy looked down at the floor.

Every teacher stepped back just a little. Because there was no doubting it anymore. I wasn’t just some random Omega in heat. I was the Luna now. Claimed in full view. Marked by heat and knot and cum. His cum.

“I hope each and every one of you understood,” he said.

And that was it. The final warning. The judgment day. The damn apocalypse.

And like good little children facing a god with blood on his hands, they answered.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

And my insides did a backflip.

Damon nodded once, satisfied like a lion after a kill, and then casually so casually I wanted to scream, he looked down at the crumpled, bloodied body on the floor like it was trash beneath his boots and said—

“Good. Now call your cleaners.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 172

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

I could only stand there with my whole soul shaking and my body still humming like a struck tuning fork. My knees wanted to collapse. My heart wanted to escape my chest. My heat was still burning, still pulling, still dripping out of me in hot little waves every time I clenched my thighs. Which was every two seconds.

And then he looked at me.

He looked at me like he was still hungry.

Like I wasn’t done.

Like this was just halftime.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak loud. He didn’t ask for permission or check to see if I could walk.

He leaned in and muttered, all low and filthy and full of wreckage-

“Let’s go, kitten.”

And I swear-

Fuck.

Just that one word tore through me like a second orgasm. A mental one. An emotional one. My whole body reacted. I moaned without moaning. My breath shuddered out of me and I had to squeeze my fists just to stay upright. I wanted to drop to my knees right there in front of everyone and beg him to take me again.

He walked.

I followed.

And the hallway stayed parted, like he was Moses and I was the water and we had just committed a sin so great even the walls were too scared to breathe.

There you have it, folks.

Yup. That’s how my first day of school went. Not a cute little walk to homeroom. Not a shy girl with her books pressed to her chest and a fresh pen to take notes in Algebra.

Crazy, right?

Like if someone had told me this morning, “Hey Lyra, don’t bother packing a lunch today because you’ll be too busy getting fucked into a public surface while your mate turns the hallway into a crime scene,” I probably would’ve laughed. I probably would’ve put on a cuter bra. Or worn heels. Or done a little more lip gloss.

And the truth?

The sick, twisted, delicious truth?

I fucking loved it.

Every second. Every sound. Every secondhand gasp and flinch and drop of silence. I loved the way his voice shook the walls. I loved the way his hands held me like I’d fall apart if he didn’t claim me.

Tell me you wouldn’t want to be me.

Go ahead. Say it with your whole chest.

Say you wouldn’t want to be the girl who moaned “Daddy” in front of a row of lockers and made the scariest Alpha alive lose control.

You can’t say it, can you?

You want it.

I see you. Don’t pretend. Don’t lie.

You want to be the one he calls kitten. You want to be the reason he snaps necks and shatters skulls and spits threats so hot the floor trembles. You want to be the one who walks beside him, ruined and radiant and branded with his scent so deep even the Goddess herself can’t wash it off.

But you’re not.

Bitch, you’re single. Hahaha

And I’m not just taken. I’m fucking claimed. I’m marked. I’m mated. I’m dripping. I’m branded by the kind of dominance you don’t come back from. I’m the one walking beside Alpha Damon while the hallway stays parted like the seas, and every eye watches me like I’m a walking, breathing, moaning warning label.

And the best part?

That was just the beginning.

So if you’re still reading, move on to the next chapter.

Because guess what?

Now I’m going to dominate the pack.

Yeah. You heard me right.

I’m walking in like a Luna. Not because they gave me the title but because I earned it.

And who knows? We might fuck again after.

Honestly, knowing him? We definitely will.

Right after the meeting. Maybe during. Maybe on the Alpha Council table while the old men watch in horror.

Haha. Oh, I know what you’re thinking.

Don’t even try to deny it.

You’re horny, bitch.

I can feel it. I can see it. You’ve been squirming since the first time he pinned me to the locker and told me not to move. You’ve been clenching your thighs every time I mention his knot. Your eyes widened when I said his cum was still leaking out of me. Don’t lie. You’ve probably got your phone in one hand and your other hand already sliding into your waistband.

It’s okay.

I get it.

So do what you need to do.

Go touch yourself. Go get a fucking vibrator and fuck that pussy of yours. Rub that needy little clit. Slide your fingers in. Moan out loud.

Pretend it’s your body he’s pinning, your pussy he’s stretching, your heat he’s flooding. Touch yourself while I drip and shake and beg him to knot me again.

You need to cum.

I want you to cum.

I want your legs to shake. I want your throat to go dry. I want your whole body to pulse with it. I want you to feel everything I felt when he buried himself so deep inside me I forgot I ever existed without him.Scream into your pillow and beg the universe to send you your own Damon Thornvale. And when you’re done? Come back.

Because this story isn’t finished.

Not even close.

Click on the next chapter and watch me walk into that pack meeting like the Luna I was born to be.

Now hurry up and flip the page.

Your dirty little Luna has more chaos to cause.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 173

Do you know what it feels like to walk into a room full of the most powerful, ancient, snarling, superiority-complex-having Alphas in the fucking country with dried cum on your inner thighs, a limp in your step, and your heart still echoing the last time he called you kitten? I’ll tell you. It feels like stepping into a holy place while still reeking of sin.

Like crashing a funeral covered in glitter and orgasms. Like flipping off a room full of priests while wearing nothing but lace. And the worst part? Or maybe the best, depending on how messed up you are inside? I loved it.

I was high. Not on drugs, not on alcohol-on power. On heat. On sex. On Damon.

The council room was colder than I expected. Maybe because the windows were shut, or maybe because they all looked like they’d rather die than have an Omega in their presence unless she was serving tea or getting fucked to make heirs.

And yet there I was, walking in like the floor belonged to me.

Twelve chairs. Twelve men. Twelve beady-eyed, salt-bearded, cigar-breath patriarchs who stared at me like I was the second coming of the apocalypse.

If they had pearls, they would’ve clutched them. If they had guns, I swear three of them would’ve shot me on sight.

But I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t even shy. I was still swollen, still open, still tingling with the memory of how Damon had bent me, owned me, ruined me.

And then came the sound. His boots. That slow, dragging, dominant gait that made the floor seem too fragile beneath him. Damon entered like thunder. And yes, I know that’s cliché, but shut up and listen-this man was thunder. Not metaphorical. Real. He made the lights flicker.

He made their wolves whimper. He made me clench so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning again like a bitch in heat.

He didn’t speak. Not yet. He just walked to the head of the room like he already owned it, pulled out a chair for me like we were at some fucked-up royal ball instead of a war council meeting, and said those two perfect words that made me want to slide under the table and suck him off in front of all of them.

“Sit, kitten.”

Do you know what happens to your spine when the scariest, sexiest, most bloodstained Alpha in existence tells you to sit in front of twelve men who think women should stay silent unless they’re birthing or baking? Your spine fucking straightens. Your heart beats so hard it knocks your ribs. Your pussy-God, my pussy-it throbs like a goddamn metronome.

I sat. Slowly. Making sure they all saw the way I moved like I was still recovering from being bred against a hallway locker. I didn’t cross my legs. I didn’t hide my scent. I didn’t even look away when one-grimaced like the smell of my Alpha’s claim was burning his nose hair.

“Alpha Damon, what’s the meaning of this? Who is this young girl you brought to the meeting? What’s going on here?”

That was the first thing out of their crusty mouths. Not good morning. Not hello. Not even a nice to meet you. No. The second I stepped into that cold-ass Alpha Council chamber, still walking funny from getting my soul rearranged, all they could do was glare and bark and question like I was some toddler who wandered in looking for her lunchbox.

I should’ve known. Should’ve known the second Damon said we were coming here that I was about to be disrespected, side- eyed, and treated like a joke by a bunch of wrinkled power-drunk pricks who still thought women were accessories. But what I wasn’t ready for what really made my blood boil-was what came after.

Damon didn’t hesitate. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink.

He just looked them straight in the eye, voice low and firm and final, and said.

“I brought my Luna. “

Yup. Just like that. Like it was a fact. Like it was a weather report. Like we weren’t standing in a room where every man in a fifty -mile radius believed Omegas were only good for three things-mating, milking, and being mute.

And then-God, I wish I could make this part up-some of them actually laughed.

Laughed.

Like it was a comedy special.

Like I was the punchline.

One of them, the baldest one, with this veiny neck and a voice like dry gravel, shook his head and actually said it. Loud. Disrespectful. Like I wasn’t even standing there.

“You must be a clown, Alpha Damon.”

I blinked.

He went on.

“Are you blind? This girl looks like she’s still playing with sand. She’s a child. This is the Luna you claim? Is this a joke to you?”

And I swear, something in me snapped. Not quietly. Not sweetly. Not like a twig in a forest. No. It snapped like a rib cage being crushed under a feral shift. Like dignity being ripped from your throat and spat on by men who thought they owned the air.

Because how dare they?

How fucking dare they look at me-me, the same girl who had Damon Thornvale’s cum dripping out of her not even twenty minutes ago and call me a child? A joke? A Luna-in-training who should still be building sandcastles?

I could’ve screamed. I wanted to claw his eyeballs out and feed them to his wolf.

But Damon… oh, Damon didn’t laugh. Damon didn’t blink. Damon didn’t make a single sound. He just slowly turned his head, stared at the man like he was already dead, and said.

“Do you want to be the next body on the floor?”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 174

The laughter stopped. Like stopped stopped. Like the air itself went holy fuck we’re not ready for this kind of silence. Like the walls leaned in to hear the next word because even they didn’t want to miss what might come next.

But I wasn’t finished. Oh no. I was still boiling.

And since these disrespectful, rotting bags of superiority had clearly decided to pretend like I wasn’t in the room, I did the only thing I could do.

I spoke.

“Hi.”

Just that. Sweet. Calm. Dripping in venom and a voice that made Damon smirk immediately.

I stepped forward. Like the floor was mine and they were just lucky I hadn’t pissed on it yet to mark territory.

“Let me introduce myself, since clearly none of you know how to ask politely,” I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder even though my scalp still stung from how hard Damon had gripped it earlier while telling me to take his knot like a good girl.

“My name is Lyra. I’m eighteen. I’m legal, I’m claimed, and I’m fucking drenched in the scent of the Alpha who brought me here.”

I saw one of them flinch. Like physically flinch. Like my words reached out and bitch-slapped his pride.

But I wasn’t done.

“You want to talk about sand? You think I look like I still play with dolls? Tell that to my pussy. Better yet, tell that to the locker Damon fucked me against this morning while your outdated little laws were busy gathering dust.”

Silence.

“I’m not a toy. I’m not a child. I’m not a sweet Omega who’ll bow her head and smile through disrespect. I’m the girl your Alpha bent in half before this meeting and came inside so deep I still feel him in my ribs.”

I saw Damon’s jaw flex. He loved it. He fucking loved it.

“You think I’m too young to lead? Too soft to rule beside him? Bitch, you’re too old to think straight. You’ve spent so long looking down on Omegas you forgot what it looks like when one walks in dripping with power.”

One of them tried to speak. I raised a hand.

“No. I’m not finished. You don’t get to laugh at me and then talk like nothing happened. If you think I’m not Luna enough, you can fight me for it. Right here. Right now. One of you old pricks steps forward and lays a hand on me, and I promise you, Damon won’t even need to kill you. I will.”

And I meant it. My voice didn’t shake. My hands didn’t tremble. I wasn’t one of those girls who spoke once and stepped back like oops sorry for existing. No. If I had something to say, I was going to say it, all of it, loud enough to make every man in this room flinch and regret the moment he opened his mouth in the first place.

“Y’all didn’t have a Luna for a really long time. But you have one now” I said, my chin lifted, my eyes burning into theirs.

“And I will rule. I will walk into every single goddamn meeting in this park. I will speak. I will lead. I will wear my Alpha’s bite mark like a fucking crown and every time one of you opens your mouths to question me, I’ll give you another reason to shut the fuck up.”

I took one more step. Just one. But it was enough to make the one nearest to me lean back in his chair like he suddenly realized I wasn’t going to sit down and play nice.

“So if you don’t like it?” I snapped, my voice sharp, my body shaking from the force of what I was saying my tits literally bouncing.

“If you don’t like it, get the fuck out of this pack.”

The room went still. I could feel it—the shift in air, the tension, the old fear crawling up their throats because they knew I wasn’t bluffing.

“And one more thing,” I added, my voice low now, a little dangerous, a little soft in that way that makes people lean in right before you slap the fuck out of them.

“Don’t mess with me.”

Then it happened. Of course it fucking did. There’s always one. One bastard too old to think straight and too horny to stay silent. He leaned back in his chair with this filthy-ass smirk, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek like he was enjoying the show and forgetting who the fuck he was looking at.

“Fuck,” he muttered, loud enough for all the others to hear. “She’s a feisty one, huh?”

I froze. My fingers curled into fists.

“She must be fucking dangerous in bed.”

Oh no. No. That was not happening. Not today.

“Look at her tits shaking when she talks,” he went on, laughing like he wasn’t sealing his fate with every word. “You can rule us on our dicks, Luna.”

And that was the moment. Right there. That exact fucking moment I knew he was dead.

Not metaphorically. Not eventually. Not oh-he’ll-get-what’s-coming. I mean dead. As in his lungs would collapse.

His spine would snap. His skull would be crushed. Damon hadn’t even moved yet, but I felt it. I felt the way the entire temperature in the room dropped. The way the air sucked itself out like the building itself was afraid of what was coming next.

And me? I didn’t scream. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t say anything.

I just turned my head.

Slowly.

And looked at Damon.

He wasn’t breathing.

His jaw was clenched.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 175

~Lyra~

The old man or whatever the fuck his name was-didn’t stop with one comment. He didn’t make one nasty remark and shut the hell up like a man with survival instincts.

No.

He kept talking.

“Look at her,” he sneered, gesturing with one hand like he was pointing out a buffet item. “Look at the way her tits bounce when she breathes. You sure she’s eighteen? Because fuck me, that body says p**n star, not politician.”

I stiffened. My fingers curled so hard my nails dug into my palms. My stomach flipped. My jaw tightened. I didn’t look at Damon yet. I couldn’t. Because surely, surely he was about to shut this bastard down.

But no.

The man went on.

“She’s got the kind of mouth you grip the back of her head for. I mean damn. All that attitude? That heat? That mouth? You don’t crown bitches like her. You fuck them. You tie them up. You make them scream until their voice is gone.”

The blood in my ears was rushing so loud I could barely hear the rest, but I didn’t have to. He wasn’t slowing down.

“Bet she whines real good when you spank her. Bet her ass jiggles like sin. Look at her skin-fucking glowing. If you’re smart, you’ll stop playing house and let the rest of us have a turn. I don’t mind used holes, not when they’re wet like that.”

I froze. Every muscle in my body locked up. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t think.

He laughed. Laughed.

“I mean, come on, Alpha Damon,” he said, dragging out every word like he thought he was charming. “You really gonna waste that kind of slut on monogamy? You know she’d look better on her knees with a whole room full of cock in her face. That’s a Luna? She looks like a goddamn brothel baby. Maybe if she shuts up and spreads those legs we’ll believe she’s useful.” And then he looked at me. Actually looked at me. Grinning. Smirking. Like he expected me to shrink. Like he expected me to cry.

“She got that good little breed-me face. I’d knot her. Raw. In front of everyone. Make her beg for it. Bet she’d love it. I mean- fuck-you could sell that pussy and build a palace on the profits.”

And then.

Then the part that shattered me.

Because Damon…

Damon laughed.

He actually fucking laughed.

A low chuckle, deep in his chest, dark and cruel and casual. He didn’t stop the man. Didn’t growl. Didn’t even glare. Just turned slightly and muttered-

“You might be right.”

My stomach dropped. My pulse stopped. I felt dizzy. Sick. My lungs wouldn’t fill.

“What?” I whispered, barely able to hear my own voice over the roaring in my ears.

He nodded. Still calm. Still relaxed. Still looking at the man like they were sharing a goddamn drink.

“She does scream when she comes. She scratches. She bites. She begs. Hard.”

I wanted to run. I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t understand. Why was he saying this? Why was he agreeing? Why was my Alpha-the man who literally murdered someone for less than a comment-now smiling at a fucker who just reduced me to a fuckable toy?

“Wettest little Omega I’ve ever touched,” Damon added, voice low like he was complimenting a car. “Drips like a faucet. Can’t take more than two fingers without shaking.”

I staggered back a step.

He looked at me then. Just looked. His eyes unreadable. Cold.

“She does have a mouth built for cock,” he said.

And I broke.

Right there. My throat closed. My eyes blurred. I felt like my entire fucking body turned to static. I wasn’t breathing. I wasn’t blinking. I wasn’t fucking alive.

He was humiliating me.

He was agreeing.

He was offering me up like a trophy to a room full of animals.

And then the old man smiled. Smiled so wide I wanted to vomit.

You see? You get it, Alpha. You finally fucking get it.”

His voice wasn’t just smug. It was sick. Feral in the worst way. Like a man who’d never been told no. Like a man who had spent decades believing Omegas existed to be mounted, silenced, and bred.

“She’s not a Luna,” he spat, leaning forward like he was whispering secrets between brothers. “She’s a toy. A wet little fuckdoll who likes it rough. You saw the way she walked in here. She’s already ruined. Why not finish the job?”

I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. I stood there and stared at him like I was watching death happen in slow motion. But inside? Inside I was screaming. My wolf was howling. My pulse was vibrating like electricity under my skin.

He was still going.

“We can all take turns. Hell, we can do it at once. Line up, drop our cocks, and make her prove she’s Luna enough to handle a real Alpha’s knot. All twelve of us, right here on this table. I’ll suck one tit, you take the other. Someone spreads her legs. We see how many she can take before she cries.”

I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my heart punching my ribs. My fingers were shaking. Not from fear. From rage. From the kind of fury that makes fire look cold.

“She likes being watched, doesn’t she? Bet she got wetter the second we stared. She wants it. Craves it. We’ll make her moan for the council. Let her thank us while we fuck her full. That pretty mouth can suck one of us while the rest fill her up like a cum tank.”

And then he laughed. He fucking laughed. And that was it. That was the moment I looked at Damon.

Because surely, surely, he would stop this.

But Damon wasn’t stopping him.

Damon was nodding.

Calmly.

Slowly.

Like he was agreeing.

And my soul cracked in two.

“You’re right,” Damon said, voice low, like he was considering it. “You’re absolutely right.”