Ch. 186..190: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 186-190
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 186
“Damon-” she croaked, barely able to get the word out, her nails digging into his wrist, trying to pull him off.
But he didn’t budge.
He was staring at her like she wasn’t even real. Like she was filth beneath his boot. His breathing was ragged. His pupils had expanded so wide that his eyes looked black. Not dark. Not angry. Black.
And then they changed.
Right in front of me.
The gold of his irises bled outward like ink in water, glowing with heat that wasn’t natural. His teeth-his canines- elongated. His voice when he spoke was layered, like something else was speaking through him. Something furious.
“You touched what’s mine,” he growled, every syllable vibrating through the room like a war drum. “You tried to kill my Luna in my own fucking house.”
“I-I wasn’t going to kill her!” Camilla gasped, choking on her own words as she clawed at his wrist. “I just—I just wanted to scare her! I just wanted her to leave!”
“Liar,” he snapped, slamming her into the wall again. Harder. The back of her head hit with a thud, and a painting beside them clattered to the floor. “You put a cloth around her neck. You pulled. You watched her fall. That wasn’t fear. That was murder.”
Her eyes widened in panic. Her legs kicked. She struggled against the wall like a ragdoll in the hands of a god. Her mascara was running in thick, ugly trails. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
“I-I loved you!” she choked. “I loved you, Damon! You were mine before she came! You were supposed to be mine!”
His grip tightened.
The veins in his arms were bulging. His claws were slipping out-black, curved, lethal. His shoulders were shifting, bones cracking like something beneath his skin wanted out. His shirt strained at the seams as his muscles flexed under the pressure of transformation.
“You were a contract,” he said, his voice low, guttural, and shaking with restraint. And I broke it the moment I scented her.” “You’re going to kill me,” Camilla whimpered, eyes glassy now, panic bleeding into desperation.
“No,” Damon hissed, his lips curling back to reveal teeth that weren’t entirely human anymore. “I’m going to remind you. Of who the fuck I am.”
She whimpered.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I was still crouched on the floor, one hand on my throat, the other braced against the wall, my eyes locked on the storm of fury that was my mate.
Damon Thornvale. My Alpha. My monster. My mate.
He was transforming. Right in front of her. For me.
His spine cracked once, loud and sharp, the sound slicing through the air like a gunshot.
His shoulders widened, muscle stretching, thickening beneath his shirt as his body began the shift. Not all the way—no, not yet-but enough. Enough to show her what she triggered. Enough to show her what she woke up inside him.
His claws lengthened fully now, black and curved, digging into the soft skin of her neck like they belonged there. Like they were carved to rip through her.
His fangs were out, gleaming, longer than they should’ve been. His chest rose and fell with every breath like it was trying to contain the creature inside him, and failing. His scent filled the room-dominant, dangerous, possessive. It made my knees weak. Made my heart pound. Made my cunt clench.
Camilla was whimpering now. Crying. Her tears were real this time, not staged, not strategic. They streaked down her cheeks in thick, messy trails, mixing with her ruined makeup as she tried to squirm, tried to escape, tried to undo what she’d done with the same manipulative voice she’d always used to get her way.
“Please,” she sobbed, her legs kicking weakly. “Please, Damon, don’t shift. Don’t-don’t kill me. I didn’t mean to—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He didn’t yell it.
He whispered it.
Low. Deadly. So quiet it made her flinch harder than any roar ever could.
“You didn’t mean to?” he snarled, leaning in close now, fangs bared, his forehead nearly touching hers as she trembled in his grasp.
“You didn’t mean to choke her? You didn’t mean to stand over her while she clawed at her own throat? You didn’t mean to try and fucking end her-in my home, while she was still carrying my cum inside her?”
I felt my whole body jolt.
Camilla’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.
His eyes weren’t gold anymore. They weren’t even glowing.
They were black. Bottomless. The kind of black that doesn’t reflect light. The kind that devours it.
He slammed her into the wall again. Her head bounced. A framed photo beside her crashed to the floor and shattered. Her legs dangled, twitching, her heels scraping helplessly against the paint behind her.
“You thought I wouldn’t scent it on her throat?” he growled. “You thought I wouldn’t know?”
“Please,” she choked, her face pale now, her tears soaking his hand, her voice splintering beneath the weight of his fury. “I didn’t know what I was doing, I—I just wanted you to look at me again—”
He let out a low, vicious laugh that didn’t sound human at all.
“I haven’t looked at you since the day I found my mate.”
“Damon,” I croaked from the floor. My voice came out hoarse, cracked, broken. “Please…”
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 187
~Lyra~
“Damon… please…”
I whispered it before I even meant to. My throat was still burning.
My knees were still on the floor. My pulse was still sprinting like it didn’t know if I was dying or just barely surviving.
But I said his name.
Because I saw him.
I saw his body shaking, shoulders pulsing beneath his shirt like his skin was tearing from the inside.
His claws were still buried in Camilla’s neck, his lips curled back over his fangs, and his chest was rising in hard, heaving waves like he couldn’t catch his breath. Like he wasn’t trying to breathe at all.
He was growling.
And honestly, I knew what happened to people who stood too close to an Alpha caught between forms. I knew what happened when they lost control. When the beast inside them woke up and didn’t know the difference between prey and punishment. “Damon… please,” I said again, louder now, dragging myself up from the floor, one trembling hand reaching out toward him like I could touch him back into himself. “Let her go. You don’t need to do this. I’m right here.”
His head turned slightly.
Only slightly.
His eyes flicked to me. Just for a second. But in that second, I saw it.
The war.
The man I loved-my mate, my Alpha-he was still in there.
But something else was clawing through. Something older.
And then he spoke.
Or they did.
“No!”
The word came out in two voices.
One was his. Damon’s. Husky, furious, low like it scraped the bottom of his soul.
The other?
It was deeper. Louder. Hollow and ancient and echoing in a way that made my skin crawl and my blood turn to ice. It wasn’t just a growl. It was a presence. Something inside him had spoken.
Something other.
Camilla screamed.
I don’t know if it was from the sound or the pressure of his claws digging deeper, but it was real. Not manipulative. Not fake. Real. Raw. Terrified.
Damon’s hands shook.
His chest was heaving faster now, every breath sounding like a fight to stay human. His jaw cracked. His neck popped.He was twitching like he was trying to control himself.
His claws curved sharper. His shoulders twitched. His veins bulged so hard it looked painful.
Camilla’s hands scrambled against his chest, smacking, begging, clawing like a desperate animal trying to escape a fire it started.
“I didn’t mean it!” she screamed, sobbing. “Damon, please! I was-I was scared-she was taking you from me!”
“She is mine!” Damon snapped, both voices speaking at once now, layered and booming through the room. “She was given to me by the Moon herself. You are a fucking contract. She is my mate. My Luna. My breath.”
He slammed her harder into the wall, and I swear to God the whole house shook.
“Damon,” I gasped, stumbling toward him, my voice cracking from the fire in my throat. “Look at me. Look at me!”
He didn’t move.
Camilla’s legs twitched where they dangled. Her mouth was opening and closing. Her eyes were rolling.
“Damon!” I shouted louder, grabbing his arm now. “Let her go. I’m right here. It’s me. It’s Lyra. Your mate. Your kitten. Your girl. You don’t need to do this. She’s not worth it. I’m right here.”
His whole body shuddered.
Then his head snapped toward me, eyes pitch black, canines bared.
I froze.
But I didn’t flinch.
“I’m not scared of you,” I whispered, voice trembling but honest. “Even like this. I’m not scared of you. Because I know you.”
His claws twitched.
Then his fingers loosened.
Just enough.
Camilla dropped like a sack of bones to the floor, coughing, gasping, sobbing in broken, wet, ugly sounds that didn’t move me at all. She curled into herself. Tried to speak. Failed.
But I didn’t look at her.
I only looked at him.
Damon was shaking. His breathing was ragged. His claws were still out. His fangs still gleamed. His muscles still pulsed with power. But he was looking at me.
Not through me.
At me.
“Come back,” I whispered. “Please, Damon. Come back to me.”
“Come back…”
I whispered it like a prayer, like his name was the only spell I had left in me. My voice still trembled, hoarse and torn from screaming, from choking, from pleading.
My throat felt like it had been wrapped in smoke and barbed wire, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care how broken I sounded.
I didn’t care how small I was compared to the beast rising in front of me. Because I knew it was him.
Even with the claws and fangs and blackened eyes.
He was still mine.
And I needed him to remember that.
I stepped closer, swallowing the pain, the fear, the leftover terror still crawling across my skin like ice. My hand reached for him, slow and open, not to fight him—never to fight him—but to anchor him. To remind him.
He didn’t blink.
He just stood there, fists clenched at his sides, claws still wet, chest heaving like he couldn’t decide whether to breathe or roar. The gold in his eyes was gone. Just black now. Pure black.
But he was listening.
I could feel it.
He hadn’t moved toward me. But he hadn’t moved away either. And that meant something.
“You’re still here,” I said softly, my voice shaking. “You’re still Damon. You’re still mine.”
He growled.
“I know you want to tear her apart,” I continued. “I know what she did. I know how close I was to dying. I know what it did to you. I felt it. But I don’t want her blood on your hands. Not for me.”
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 188
His jaw clenched.
His shoulders jerked once, like something inside him didn’t agree. Like the beast didn’t want to listen. Like it wanted vengeance. Carnage. Death.
But I kept talking.
I had to.
“You didn’t lose me,” I whispered. “You didn’t. I’m still breathing. I’m still here. I’m yours, Damon. I never stopped being yours. And I don’t want the first thing you do after saving me to be something that haunts you.”
His claws flexed.
I took another step.
My hand finally reached his chest. The moment my fingers touched him, he let out a sound-somewhere between a gasp and a growl. His skin was burning hot beneath his shirt, his heart pounding wild and furious against my palm.
I kept my hand there. Steady. Firm. Letting him feel me. Letting him know I was real.
“She doesn’t get to have this,” I said. “She doesn’t get to break you.”
His lips parted.
For a second, no words came out.
Just that rough, ragged breathing.
Then slowly-so slowly it felt like watching a glacier melt-his shoulders began to relax. His fingers curled in toward his palms. His claws retracted, not fully, but enough. His jaw eased. His chest rose and fell in a different rhythm. Less deadly.
And then his eyes began to change.
It was subtle at first. A shimmer. A flicker of gold bleeding into the black like sunlight trying to pierce through ink. But it grew. Gradually. The gold returned. The beast receded. The man I loved-my Damon-was crawling back to the surface.
I felt his hand close around my wrist.
Not hard. Not possessive.
Just enough to hold on.
His eyes finally locked on mine, and this time, they saw me.
“Lyra,” he rasped, his voice rough with strain. “She almost-“
“She didn’t,” I whispered, my eyes stinging. “Because you didn’t let her.”
He dropped to his knees.
Right there. In front of me.
His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him, his head pressing against my stomach, his whole body shaking. Not from the shift anymore. From everything else. From the weight of almost losing. From the relief of still having.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my fingers in his hair, holding him like he was the most fragile, furious thing in the world. His breath was warm against my belly. His grip was tight. And for the first time since I whispered his name.
He trembled.
“I thought she took you from me,” he said, his voice cracking. “I felt it, Lyra. I felt it.”
I knelt with him, dragging him down with me, pressing my lips to his temple, rocking with him on the floor like we were the only two people who existed.
“I’m always yours,” I whispered into his skin, my lips barely brushing the side of his face, and for the first time since this whole thing started, I felt him exhale.
Not like he was calming down-but like he was finally breathing again. Like the beast inside him had stepped back, and the man I loved was holding me instead.
His arms stayed around me. His face stayed buried against my stomach like he didn’t trust the world enough to lift his head yet. And I stayed there, stroking his hair, holding him together even as my own body was trembling.
Until I heard her voice again.
A rasp. Wet. Weak. But still loud enough to ruin the air between us.
“So it’s true,” Camilla coughed from where she was crumpled on the floor like a broken doll.
Damon tensed.
I froze.
My heart lurched into my throat.
She coughed again, her voice cracking, her chest heaving as she tried to pull herself upright.
I turned my head and saw her-smeared makeup, trembling hands, blood on her neck where his claws had scraped.
But her eyes… they were filled with something that wasn’t just pain. It was hatred. Not the loud, dramatic kind she’d used to fake it. This was deeper. Wilder. The kind that couldn’t be reasoned with.
“What Tasha told m about what she heard in school…what happened at school…” she rasped, eyes flicking between us. “It’s true, isn’t it?”
Damon didn’t move.
I could feel his jaw tightening against my skin.
“You really did it,” she spat, louder now. “You really told an entire school filled with teenagers that she’s yours. That she belongs to you. That you’re claiming an eighteen-year-old like she’s some fucking prize to wave in front of your pack.”
I blinked.
My stomach dropped.
Camilla’s eyes snapped to mine, venom flooding her voice now.
“Who the fuck do you think you are Lyra!”
“Camilla ” I tried to speak, but my voice cracked again.
She cut me off.
“What the fuck is so special about her, Damon?!” she shouted, staggering to her feet, pointing at me with shaking fingers.
“Why do you always protect her? Why do you defend her like she’s worth anything? Why did you tell the whole school she’s yours? She’s eighteen, Damon. You are like a father figure to her! You bastard! That’s child abuse. That’s sick. You’re a fucking pedo!”
And then he looked at her.
Right at her.
“I am not a father to her,” he said, low and clear.
“You wanna know why she is so important”
“She is my mate.”
Camilla froze.
To be fucking continued.
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 189
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Camilla laughed.
Not a small laugh. Not a nervous chuckle. I’m talking about a full-blown, head-thrown-back, mouth-wide-open, mascara- smearing, unhinged kind of laugh.
That ugly, cackling, teeth-baring sound that makes you instantly uncomfortable just listening to it. She was clutching her side like she’d just heard the best joke of her life, like someone had handed her a script for a comedy special and said, “Here, this one’s about you losing your damn mind in real time.”
I didn’t move.
Damon didn’t move.
But she just kept laughing, louder now, staggering slightly as she clutched the edge of a chair to keep herself upright. Her body was shaking, her chest heaving, her eyeliner now smudged so far down her cheeks she looked like a sad clown that had wandered into a horror movie set.
“Are you serious?” she wheezed between gasps, swiping at her face with the back of her hand. “No-like, actually. Is this a joke? A prank? Some kind of sick-ass game you are playing on me?”
She pointed between us, still laughing, still losing it, her voice rising with every word like she was spiraling into hysteria and had no intention of slowing down.
“Oh gosh-y’all are so funny,” she sneered, eyes glistening with tears that weren’t sad at all. “Really. This? This whole twisted little show you’ve been putting on? It’s hilarious.”
I stared at her, completely still, while my heart thudded against my ribs like it wanted to launch itself out of my chest and slap her across the face.
She was laughing like she hadn’t just tried to kill me.
She was laughing like this entire thing wasn’t dead serious.
And that did something to me.
Something ugly.
But she wasn’t done.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, wiping her eyes and stumbling a step forward, wobbling in her heels like a drunk girl at prom. You’re really standing here, saying that she-this little girl-is your mate?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?!”
She staggered forward, her heels clacking against the floor like the sound alone could make us take her seriously.
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“Is it because I don’t belong to this fucking wolf thing?” she screamed, her voice cracking in the ugliest way. “Is that it?! Is it because I’m not one of you? Because I don’t shift? Because I’m human huh? Answer me Damon!”
Damon didn’t move. Not even a blink. But I felt his hand on my hip tighten-just slightly. Enough to let me know he was keeping himself still. For me.
Camilla wasn’t done. Not even close.
“So what, you just decided you needed someone more like you?” she barked, her voice rising higher, laced with venom.
“You wanted a like-person-wolf-thing to match your own freak-show genes? Is that it? So you picked your daughter’s age mate?! Are you fucking insane?! You chose a child, Damon!”
She stepped closer.
“You must be sick, Damon!” she shrieked. “Fucking sick! You want to talk about the Moon Goddess and fated mates and all that werewolf destiny bullshit? Fine. Say whatever you want. But that girl’s eighteen! And you’re like old enough to birth her!
Her voice broke. For the first time, her hands were shaking for real.
“She’s just a kid!”
Her eyes found mine again, and I saw the shift. From rage to disgust. From heartbreak to hatred.
“And don’t you fucking dare tell me you’ve been fucking her,” she hissed, her voice dropping into something deadly. “Don’t you dare look me in the face and tell me you’ve been inside her.
I didn’t breathe.
Damon didn’t flinch.
And for one full second, the entire room went silent. Then.
Yes.
That one word. That one syllable. That filthy, delicious, scorching admission that left Damon’s mouth like a loaded weapon and detonated in the center of the room-
“Yes. I’ve been fucking her.”
I swear the air changed.
It didn’t just shift. It snapped. Like the molecules around us heard him and combusted with lust and horror all at once. Camilla stopped breathing. Her mouth fell open like someone had just slapped her across the face with a brick of truth she wasn’t prepared to carry. And me?
My entire body reacted.
I felt it everywhere. The heat. The ache. The throb that started between my legs and spread like wildfire. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely stay upright. My breath hitched. My spine arched slightly without my permission. And my thighs-gods, my thighs squeezed together as if I could hide the way my pussy just clenched around nothing like it was already missing him.
I shouldn’t have gotten wet from that.
I shouldn’t have liked it.
But I did.
I liked the way he said it.
So calm.
So sure.
So fucking dirty.
And then he kept going.
“She’s not just my mate,” Damon said, his voice dropping into that place that always made me weak. “She’s my obsession. My addiction. My sweet little Omega that I ruin every single night.”
Oh fuck.
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 190
I swallowed hard, and it felt like my whole throat tightened around a moan I wasn’t ready to let out. My eyes widened. My cheeks burned. My nipples hardened against my bra like they’d been called to attention by the pure, raw filth coming out of his mouth.
He said it like he was proud. Like claiming me in front of the woman who used to sleep in his bed was just another form of foreplay.
“I’ve had her whimpering under me,” he continued, and my breath stuttered because I remembered. I remembered the way his hands pinned me down. The way his voice dipped right before he slammed into me. The way he groaned against my neck while I begged him to keep going.
“Soaked and spread. Begging for more. I’ve had her mouth on my cock, her hands on my chest, her thighs trembling while I fuck her so hard she forgets her name.”
Oh my fucking god.
I could feel it now. Not just mentally. Not just emotionally. Physically. The way my panties clung to me. The way the heat curled low in my belly and settled between my thighs like a secret. The way I started to breathe through my mouth because everything inside me was unraveling one word at a time.
And he wasn’t done.
“She’s not some girl I picked,” Damon growled, his grip on my waist tightening, his voice sending shivers down my spine. ” She was made for me. Every inch of her. Every sound she makes. Every drop of slick that drips out of her while I’m still inside. She was built to take me. To belong to me.”
Camilla made a choking sound, but I wasn’t even looking at her anymore.
I was staring up at him.
Dazed.
Buzzing.
Completely wrecked by the fact that he was saying all of this with his arm around me, his scent on my skin, his voice claiming me so brutally that it made my entire body throb like I’d just been thrown back into his bed and told to stay.
And then came the final blow.
“I don’t just fuck her,” Damon said, eyes gleaming, his voice coiling around the words like he loved every syllable. “I breed her. Knot her. Mark her. Fill her so deep she leaks for hours. And when I’m done? I start all over again.”
My knees actually gave out.
I’m not even joking.
If he hadn’t been holding me, I would’ve melted into the floor. I would’ve slipped in my own damn slick and collapsed right there in front of Camilla. My pulse was pounding between my legs. My chest was heaving. My brain had completely shut down.
I was ruined.
Just from his words.
Just from the truth.
“She’s mine,” he finished, staring straight through Camilla like she was invisible. “And she loves every fucking second of it.” Oh. My. Fucking. God.
You’d think I’d be used to him by now. To his voice. To the things he says. To the way he can ruin me with a single sentence.
But I wasn’t. Not even close. Every time Damon opened his mouth, it was like my brain turned into melted wax and my body forgot how to function. And this time-this time he wasn’t just talking.
He was declaring war.
On her.
On every ounce of control I thought I had left.
On the air in my lungs.
“She moans like a fucking angel,” he went on, his hand sliding down from my waist, fingers pressing right into the curve of my hip like he was remembering exactly how he holds me when I’m writhing beneath him. “She cries when she comes. Not because she’s in pain-but because it’s too good. Because I fuck her until she breaks.”
I gasped.
Not out loud.
Not dramatically.
Just a tiny little inhale that hitched in my throat like I was choking on my own arousal. I felt hot all over. Too hot. Like my skin didn’t fit right. Like his words were peeling every layer of me off until I was raw and needy and shameless.
“I don’t use her,” Damon continued, his voice darker now, a cruel kind of pride curling around every word like smoke. “I worship her. With my mouth. My tongue. My cock. Every part of me knows her. Every inch of her body is trained to respond to me.”
He leaned down slightly, his mouth brushing against my temple, and I swear my whole damn body throbbed from just that. “She screams when I knot her,” he whispered, like it was a fucking lullaby, “and then she begs for more. She says ‘please, Daddy, don’t stop.’ And I don’t. I never stop. Not until I’ve emptied myself so deep inside her she’s dripping with me for hours.”
Camilla made a sound.
A strangled, furious, broken little thing that would’ve been pathetic if I hadn’t been so busy trying not to fucking cum just from listening to him talk.
“You know what the best part is?” Damon asked, still not even looking at her. He was staring at me now. His eyes locked on mine like he wanted to undress me with his gaze and bend me over something right fucking now. “It’s not just her body. It’s her mind. The way she thinks. The way she rambles. The way she trembles when she wants me and tries to talk herself out of it.”
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
“She’s 18,” he growled, pressing his fingers into my hip a little harder, “and she talks so fucking much. But when I fuck her? She can’t speak. She forgets how. Her voice breaks. Her thoughts scatter. All that smart mouth turns into breathy little whimpers and she just-melts.”
My nails dug into his chest. I couldn’t even stop it.
He smiled.
Smiled.
Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“She’s mine,” he repeated, dragging the words out now, slow and lethal and dripping with filth. “She’s my Luna. My kitten. My cum-hungry little mate. And no one-no one-will ever touch her again. Not in this lifetime. Not in any fucking universe.”
Camilla looked like she was going to throw up.
But I-
I was soaked.
Trembling.
Addicted.
Absolutely fucking gone.
And Damon?
He hadn’t even gotten started yet.
To be fucking continued.