Ch. 176..180: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 176-180
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 176
What was happening?
“You’re right about everything,” he continued, turning his head just slightly toward the man but keeping his body facing mine. “She does scream. She does beg. She likes it when I use my teeth. You want to hear what she sounded like against that locker? You want to know how she looked when I pulled her hair and made her say please?”
My knees almost buckled. I couldn’t process it. Couldn’t understand. My mouth went dry. My throat closed. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream at him to stop-to stop fucking agreeing with the man who just suggested gang-raping me in the goddamn Alpha Council room.
“Bet she’d let us all take her right now if you asked nice,” the old fucker added, grinning so wide I could see every yellow tooth in his rotting mouth. “Hell, I’ll take the first ride. Spread her on the table, slap that ass a few times. I’ll lick her nipples, bite down a little, make her cry for real Alpha cock.”
And then-then-he reached out.
He actually reached for me.
Two fingers, extended, like he was about to touch me.
Like he thought he could.
Like he fucking belonged anywhere near me.
That’s when Damon moved.
Fast.
Before the old man’s fingers could get within inches of my skin, Damon exploded. He didn’t growl. He didn’t shift. He didn’t roar. He ripped.
His claws came out so fast I didn’t even see the blur. All I heard was the wet sound of flesh being torn. All I saw was the man’s eyes going wide, then wider, then full of blood as Damon’s claws sank through his neck and sliced upward, tearing his oesophagus clean out like it was tissue.
Blood hit the ceiling. The table. My face.
The man didn’t even scream.
His mouth opened.
His body spasmed.
And then he collapsed.
Hard.
Wet.
Lifeless.
Damon stood over him, panting once-just once-before dropping the steaming, ragged pipe of throat meat to the floor like trash.
Silence crashed into the room like a bomb.
And I… I was shaking.
Not from fear.
Not from pain.
From the fucking power of it.
From the proof.
He had pretended to agree.
He had baited him.
He had dragged him down, word by word, until the man’s own filth became the blade Damon used to gut him.
I looked at Damon.
Covered in blood.
Still calm.
Still dangerous.
And then he turned to the others-those wrinkled cowards who had watched this entire thing with lust in their eyes and piss in their souls-and said:
“She’s not your toy. She’s not your bitch. She’s not just your fucking Luna.”
He pointed to me now.
“She’s mine.”
His lips curled.
“Mine like blood. Mine like soul. Mine like fucking destiny.”
No one dared look away. Not even me.
“And if any of you-” he began again, his voice dropping lower, darker, more savage with every word, “if any of you dare to disrespect her again… if any of you even think about talking sexually about what’s mine…”
He took a slow step forward, dragging his claws along the edge of the blood-soaked table.
“I will fucking burst your cocks open.”
The words echoed like gunshots.
“Do you hear me?” he snarled, voice feral now. “I will slice them off at the root and shove them down your throat. I will rip your balls out of your shriveled little sacks and let my wolf eat them. I’ll let him chew the meat while you watch.”
Someone gasped. Another choked. One man actually slid his chair back like he was trying not to piss himself.
But Damon wasn’t finished.
“I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care what rank you’ve held. You so much as breathe wrong in her direction again, and I will make you suffer. I will make you scream until your own pack refuses to claim your corpse.”
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 177
~Lyra~
Damon leaned forward now, resting both hands on the edge of the blood-splattered table, and looked them dead in the eye.
“The rogue problem,” he said, as if the past fifteen minutes of chaos hadn’t happened. “You’ve all been ignoring it. Hoping it would fade. Hoping the weaker packs would get slaughtered before the rogues made it to your doorstep.”
He scanned their faces. Not a flinch. Not a blink. Cowards.
He looked around the table, his gaze slicing through every old man like a blade.
“You think they’re just angry exiles with no plan? Wrong. They’re building something. And from the way your border packs are going quiet? I’d say they’re almost ready.”
Some of the men stiffened. I could feel it, panic trying to rise in their throats like bile, but too afraid to come out. No one wanted to admit what we all knew. They’d ignored it. They’d ignored the signs. The missing scouts. The torn patrol gear.
The howls that sounded too human in the woods at night. The stench of blood from abandoned dens. The burned messages scratched into trees.
But I knew.
And I don’t mean I guessed. I don’t mean I heard some rumors and pieced it together. I mean I knew. Because I had seen the patterns.
Because when you grow up at the bottom-Omega, girl, marked as pretty but not powerful-you learn how to listen. You learn how to see what no one else sees because they’re too busy thinking you’re just a set of tits in a tight shirt.
So I leaned forward. Still sitting in the dead man’s chair. Still covered in Damon’s scent. Still wet between my legs and tingling from adrenaline. I leaned forward and spoke.
“Do any of you know how many disappearances were reported last month in the southern crescent?”
They turned to look at me like I had grown another head. Like I wasn’t supposed to speak. Like I wasn’t supposed to know anything. But I didn’t wait for permission. I wasn’t that kind of Luna.
“Eleven,” I said. “Three border patrols. Two messengers. One Beta. And five girls. All Omegas. None found.”
Damon’s head turned toward me slowly. He was listening. Really listening now.
I didn’t stop.
“Most of those reports never made it here. They were buried. Blamed on rogue animals. Dismissed as elopements. But they weren’t. They were taken. Lured. By someone who knew the patrol schedules. By someone who knew where to find the girls who wouldn’t be missed right away.”
One of the elders opened his mouth to interrupt me, but Damon raised a hand and he shut up so fast I swear he swallowed his tongue.
I kept going. My voice was steady. Loud and Clear. Not just loud-for-a-girl. Not just brave-for-an-Omega. Powerful. Because I had their attention now. And fuck, it felt good.
“The rogues are building a pack,” I said, standing now. “Not a gang. Not a rebellion. A pack. They’re taking Omegas to breed
with.
“They’re converting weak Alphas with promises of freedom and power. They’re attacking the small ones first-packs on the edge of the map.
I saw Damon’s eyes darken. Not with rage. With something else. Something hotter. Sharper. Respect. Surprise.
“They’re not stupid,” I said. “They’re strategic. They’re watching. They’re infiltrating the mail routes. They’re targeting messengers. If we don’t change course now, they’ll have numbers strong enough to come after us directly. And when they do, they won’t just take the Omegas. They’ll take everything.”
And the entire room was staring at me.
Even Damon.
No, especially Damon.
He was staring like he didn’t know whether to fuck me or crown me.
“Where did you learn that from, kitten?”
His voice was rough. Deep. Just slightly frayed at the edges like his restraint was slipping.
I looked up at him slowly, still seated in that blood-soaked council chair like it was my birthright, and his eyes were on me not the men, not the mess, not the body on the floor, me, like I’d just ripped my shirt open and moaned his name in front of everyone.
“Fuck,” he muttered, low and thick like it punched straight through his chest. “That turned me on so fucking good.
“I love watching you dominate. I love it when you take control like that. When you talk in a room full of wolves and make them sit like obedient little dogs. Shit, kitten, keep going. Don’t stop now.”
I smirked.
And not the shy kind of smirk. Not the girlish, oops-I-didn’t-mean-to-cause-a-stir kind of smirk.
No. I smirked like a bitch who knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.
Like I’d just bent the whole room to my voice and my mouth and my mind, and now the scariest Alpha alive was getting turned on watching me rip the floor out from under his enemies with nothing but facts and fury.
I leaned back in the chair. Legs crossed. Arms resting lightly on the armrests like a queen on her throne, blood still staining the corner of the wood beneath me.
“I read,” I said casually, loud enough for all of them to hear. “I listen. I ask questions.
Damon groaned softly under his breath, and I felt it. Felt the way it wasn’t just admiration anymore-it was hunger. A different kind of tension building under his skin. Lust mixed with reverence. Filthy awe. Respect wrapped in a snarl.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me one day,” he muttered, and I laughed, soft, dangerous, unapologetic. “Only if you piss me off.”
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I turned my eyes back to the council.
“The rogues aren’t just growing. They’re preparing. They’re smart. They’re fast. And they’re angry. They know we’ve underestimated them. They know you’re old and slow and stuck in tradition. That’s why they’re taking Omegas, they know your weak spot. They know what makes you panic.”
One man coughed. Another cleared his throat. One finally looked ashamed.
“They’re going after your legacies,” I said. “Your daughters. Your future breeders. They’re turning your bloodline into weapons. And if we don’t stop them now, they’ll make a pack bigger and darker than anything we’ve seen in our history. And this council?” I scoffed. “This council won’t survive it.”
I looked up at Damon again, and this time I saw it-pure fucking pride shining in his eyes like moonlight on a blade.
“So yeah,” I said, licking my bottom lip slowly. “I know a few things.”
He leaned in behind me, low, close, one hand resting on the back of my chair like he wanted to cage me in front of them and mark me all over again.
“Say one more thing, kitten,” he whispered again, this time slower, hotter, with just enough threat laced in to make my pussy flutter.
.”Just one more word and I swear I’ll lose it. Say something smart. Say something slick. Fuck-say anything at all and I’ll fuck you in this chair until the floor floods with your heat and these cowards finally learn what it means to kneel to a Luna.”
I tilted my head back just slightly, enough to see his shadow hovering behind me, his jaw sharp, his eyes locked on the curve of my smirk like it was the only goddamn thing in the room.
So I did what I do best.
I talked.
“Well, since you’re begging…” I purred, dragging my nails across the armrest, slow and teasing, like I didn’t give a single fuck that there was a dead man at my feet and twelve terrified Alphas holding their breath across from me. “Here’s what you all need to hear from your Luna”
I stood again.
“You old folks are scared of rogues,” I said, voice sharp now. “But do you know what scares me more? Stupidity.”
They blinked.
I kept going.
“Rogues are predators. But you-” I pointed around the table- “you’re the reason they have a chance. You made your packs weak.
“You raised sons who inherit power without earning it. You trained warriors to follow orders instead of think. You ignored the Omegas, silenced the seers, mocked the witches, and now you’re surprised the balance is off.”
One of the men shifted in his chair like my words were physically burning him.
Good.
“Rogues didn’t create this chaos. You did. By pretending that strength only comes in one form. You made the cracks they’re crawling through. And while you were too busy jerking off to war stories, they built a fucking army.”
Damon’s breathing behind me was getting heavier. Darker. His presence felt like a thundercloud about to snap open and ruin the earth.
“You want to win this war?” I snapped, slamming my hand on the table so hard the wood echoed. “Then stop playing politics and start listening to the ones you thought were too soft to matter.”
I looked at Damon. Straight in the eyes. My body still pulsing. My voice still trembling with everything I’d said.
“Because I’d rather bleed beside an Alpha who protects me like a storm than sit silently in the shadow of men who don’t even deserve the title.”
And that?
That was the moment he lost it.
He growled. Growled, deep and loud and animal. The sound of a man who had held himself back for too long.
“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing my waist from behind and pulling me flush against him, his grip punishing. “I told you what would happen.”
His breath hit my neck, hot and fast, and I swear I moaned—just a little, just enough to make every single one of those pathetic, silent Alphas look away in shame.
“You open that filthy mouth one more time and I swear, kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard this table splits in half.” I didn’t look away. I didn’t shrink.
I just whispered back, “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
That’s what I said. Out loud. With my full chest. With his blood still drying on my skin and every nerve in my body still humming from the way he growled in my ear.
I knew what I was doing. I fucking knew. My voice wasn’t trembling. My legs were, maybe a little. But not my voice. That came out hard and wet and reckless, the way only a cock-dumb, freshly-ruined, adrenaline-drunk Omega can sound when she’s toeing the line between power and punishment.
Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t smirk. He didn’t tease me back with a dirty little wink like he sometimes did when I got mouthy.
He snapped.
He turned around so fast his coat flared behind him like a whip of smoke and ash, and then he said it. “Everyone out. Now!”
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 179
~Lyra~
Okay so listen, I know this is going to sound crazy-and I swear I’m not even exaggerating-but the moment that last elder walked out and the door slammed shut? I felt it.
Like not in a subtle, oh-what-a-tense-moment kind of way. No. I mean I felt it in my chest. In my throat. In my freaking pussy.
I knew what was about to happen and my legs were already trembling because Damon was standing behind me, breathing like he had murder in his lungs and sex in his veins, and I just knew.
I fucking knew he was about to lose it.
He didn’t even speak at first. He didn’t say a single word. He just stood there with his big Alpha body radiating heat like a goddamn volcano while I sat there still in that stupid bloody chair, still pulsing between my legs, still trying to pretend I wasn’t so horny I could cry.
And then?
Oh my God.
He slammed his hand down on the table. Not gently. Not like a little warning tap. I mean he slammed it like the table owed him money and the sound cracked through the room so hard it echoed off the walls.
I swear I jumped, and I’m not even the jumpy type, but that man has the kind of rage you can feel. Like thunder. Like punishment.
And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, honestly. I should’ve been scared, right? I should’ve been thinking about the body still bleeding on the floor or the fact that I just basically humiliated twelve ancient Alphas in front of their own dicks.
And then it happened. Just like I knew it would. He moved. Fast. Like Alpha fast. Like one second I was sitting there all smug and satisfied and the next second I was on the table, under him, breathless.
“Don’t speak,” he growled, and I swear to the Moon, my knees almost gave out. “Don’t open that filthy little mouth unless you want me to fuck you in front of every wolf in this goddamn house.”
But I couldn’t help it. I moaned. Loud. Desperate. A whole whimper right against his chest.
And it just spilled out of me, like every thought I’d been holding in for the past hour decided to come out all at once. I looked up at him—his jaw clenched, his eyes black, his cock already hard and pressing against my thigh—and I said it.
“I wanted you to do this the whole time,” I whispered, and yeah, I know how that sounds, but it was the truth.
“When I was sitting in that chair, Damon, I wanted you to fuck me right there while they watched. I wanted to lean forward and spread my legs and make you proud of how wet I was just from speaking.”
He groaned.
And not just any groan. No, this one was like a full-body groan, like it started in his spine and ended in his cock, and then he grabbed my waist and yanked me closer like he was about to devour me.
“You like talking shit, huh?” he muttered, breath hot against my throat. “You like playing with fire, kitten? You like making your Alpha hard while you sit there dripping wet in front of a fucking council?”
And I was just nodding like an idiot. Like, yes, Daddy, I do. I love it. I love the power. I love the danger. I love that I made you this hard just by using my voice.
And then I opened my mouth again because clearly I have no self-control and I said, “You don’t understand how wet I am right now. I’m soaked. Like ruined-the-chair kind of soaked. I could’ve slid down that seat if I wasn’t gripping the sides so tight trying not to moan in front of those dusty old Alphas.”
That was it.
That was the fucking moment he snapped.
He didn’t just touch me. He grabbed me. One hand under my thigh, the other pushing my skirt up so rough I swear it ripped.
And I didn’t care. Not even a little. I wanted it ripped. I wanted everything off. I wanted to be bare and ruined and fucked on that table until I forgot how to speak.
But nope.
I didn’t shut up.
Because the moment he pulled my panties aside and ran two fingers up my slit, I moaned loud, filthy, desperate—and then I said, “You feel that? That’s for you, Damon. All of it. Every drop. Every fucking tremble. I’ve been dripping for you since the second I smelled your anger. I’ve been waiting for you to bend me over and teach those old bastards what happens when a Luna uses her voice.”
He groaned again, but this time it sounded like he was about to break something.
“Say it,” he whispered, voice shaking like he was holding back the whole goddamn apocalypse. “Say who you belong to.” And I said it.
Loud.
Clear.
With my whole goddamn chest.
“I belong to you. To the Alpha. To the only man who’s ever made me feel like my words were worth more than my body. I’m yours, Damon. Your Omega. Your slut. Your fucking Luna.”
He didn’t wait.
He didn’t ask.
He just slammed into me.
And when I tell you I screamed? Babe. I screamed like the world was ending and I wanted it to. I screamed like his cock had just knocked the breath out of my soul. I screamed so loud I’m pretty sure the walls blushed.
And then I talked. Because of course I did.
I moaned and whimpered and said the nastiest things that came to my mind.
“Fuckfuckfuck-Damon-your cock is so thick I can’t-I can’t even think straight-I feel you everywhere–I swear I’m gonna cum-I’m gonna cum just from you slamming into me like that-oh my God yes-keep going-don’t stop-don’t ever stop- I wanna feel this table crack under us-I want them to hear me–I want every pack in the territory to know what happens when you give a girl a voice and then bend her over and claim her.”
He was growling now. Panting. Gripping my hips like he wanted to own every inch of my body and brand it with his cock. “Cum,” he ordered. “Do it now.”
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 180
“Cum,” he ordered. “Do it now.”
And I did.
Loud. Shaking. Soaking. Screaming his name like a goddamn hymn.
“DAMON-I’M CUMMING-I’M CUMMING SO HARD-FUCK-I CAN’T-OH MY GOD-FUCK ME-RUIN ME-FUCKING RUIN ME!”
Then I was gone. Like gone. Like shaking, squirming, grabbing fistfuls of the table like I was about to fall through the center of the earth and take every moan with me.
My pussy was clenching so tight around his cock I could barely breathe, and my vision was going white around the edges like I was about to black out from how fucking good it felt.
And Damon?
Oh my fucking God.
He was watching me like I was the main event at a blood ritual. Like I was sacred and slutty and made just to fall apart on his cock.
And then he spoke.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Filthy.
Commanding.
Like every fucking word came from deep in his chest and straight into my soul.
“Yeah, cum for me, you needy little kitten,” he growled, his voice so low and rough it made my stomach flip. “Soak my cock. “Oh my God, Daddy-fuck-keep talking-don’t stop-don’t fucking stop-“
He didn’t.
“Such a messy fucking mouth,” he whispered, bending over me, lips at my ear, hand gripping the back of my neck like he owned it. “Always running. Always mouthing off. But look at you now-crying, shaking, cumming all over my cock like a filthy little heat-drunk whore.”
I whimpered.
Loud.
Embarrassed.
Turned the fuck on.
“I love it,” he hissed, dragging his cock out slow, then slamming it back in so hard I screamed. “I fucking love how loud you are. How wet you get when I talk to you like this. You want more, kitten? Want me to fuck you until that smart little brain of yours melts right down your legs?”
I nodded like a goddamn idiot, my whole body trembling, voice cracking as I tried to keep up.
“Y-Yes, Daddy-I want it-I want more–I wanna be your filthy little Omega.
“I wanna be used. I want you to use my pussy. Use my mouth. Use my whole fucking body. Make me yours. Break me if you want. Just keep talking. Please please keep talking while you fuck me-“
And holy shit.
That did it.
Damon grabbed my throat, not tight enough to choke me, just firm enough to claim it. His cock slammed into me again, harder, deeper, and he moaned-like moaned, from his chest, all Alpha and heat and growl.
“Oh kitten,” he snarled, grinding into me so hard I swear I saw stars. “You want me to use that mouth? You want me to fill your pussy and then fuck the words out of your throat one by one? You want me to bend you over, tongue-fuck your cunt until you’re dripping down my chin, then flip you around and make you say thank you while I cum down your throat?”
“YES-oh my God-yes-“
“Say it louder,” he ordered.
“I WANT YOUR CUM, DAMON!” I moaned, nearly sobbing from the intensity. “I WANT YOU TO FILL ME UP—I WANNA DRIP ALL OVER THIS FUCKING TABLE-MARK ME-FUCKING BREED ME!”
And he did.
With one final, brutal thrust, he growled like a beast claiming a mate and slammed his cock so deep inside me I felt it in my throat, and then I felt it-
His cum shot into me like lava. I swear I felt it in my fucking soul.
“Look at you,” he grunted, slamming into me again just to push it deeper. “Soaked. Shaking. Still talking.”
He chuckled. Low. Dangerous. And he leaned down, tongue dragging along my jaw while my whole body stayed bent over like I was made to take this.
Then he whispered, “Daddy’s Naughty Little Girl”
And I swear on my life, he actually bit my shoulder.
Like teeth. Real bite. Possession. Mark.
And I fucking screamed.
But then-
Right as his cock twitched again and I started to open my mouth to say something else filthy, his phone rang.
Like out loud.
Like on speaker.
And we both froze.
For half a second, neither of us moved.
He reached into his coat pocket with one hand, the other still gripping my waist like he wasn’t even human anymore, and when he answered, his voice came out low, rough, still dripping with sex.
“What?”
There was silence.
Then a voice.
Shaky. Male. Terrified.
“Damon. It’s your neighbor.”
More silence.
More dripping cum.
And then.
“It’s Camilla. She’s outside with a fucking gun pointed to her head” the voice said.
“What!”