Ch. 191..195: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 191-195
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 191
~Lyra~
Oh my God.
Like no, seriously. Oh my fucking God.
Did Damon just say that?
Did he really just stand there-broad and bloodstained and terrifyingly hot with those dark Alpha eyes still glowing-and announce to the world, to Camilla, to me, that yes, he had been fucking me?
Yes, yes he did.
His eyes burned with that dark, possessive fire when he took a step closer, his voice dropping even deeper, viscous as molasses and twice as filthy.
“She has that trembling, desperate look in her eyes when I’m inside her-you know, that voice-cracking, breath-melting please don’t stop look?
“I grab her hips and drive in deeper until her walls clench around me like she’s a fucking vise. And the sounds she makes? God, the way her throat tightens when I knot her…” His fingers trailed over my belly, dragging under my shirt so slow it made me quake, absolutely frictionless just off skin. “…she arches, bites her lip, and fucking moans my name so fucking loud she barely remembers hers.”
Camilla screamed, her voice splitting the charged air like broken glass. “Enough! Stop it!” She staggered forward, her voice raw, choking on emotion. “This is sick! You-this is wrong, Damon!”
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t stop. Instead, he tilted his head and smiled at me, lips curling like he was sharing a wicked secret only we understood.
“She’s dripping for me right now,” he said, softer, sharper.
My legs threatened to collapse, my body screaming for relief. My breath came in ragged chews. My voice trembled under the weight of all that raw filthy truth. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
He leaned in, lazy dominance lighting up his eyes. “She tastes like salvation. Like midnight rain. Like everything raw and burning wrapped up in one perfect, little Omega.
“And every time I slide in deep, leak inside her, knot her hot little body-I claim her. I mark every damn inch. She’ll carry my pups soon, fill her womb with my bloodline-because she’s mine. All mine.”
Camilla sobbed-no, bawled her words shaking. “This-it’s too much! You have to stop! She’s eighteen! You can’t-you- you’re fucking sick!”
Damon pressed against me, jaw setting as he locked eyes on Camilla’s spiraling figure. “I’m not sick,” he said, voice low and unwavering.
“I’m perfect. Because I found my mate. Yeah, she’s eighteen, and fucking perfect, and hers is the scent that turned this cold- damned world alive. She’s mine, Camilla. She belongs to me. And loud, filthy, public, or private-I will fuck her tomorrow, the day after, and every day until the Moon stops pulling tides.”
Camilla screamed again, stumbling backwards in disbelief. But Damon didn’t stop. He pulled me in closer by the hip, brushing my hair aside, and whispered into my ear in a voice made of pure dominance:
“She sobs. She begs. She kneels. She breathes my name into her sheets and thanks me for every fucking inch I fill inside her.” My heart raced so hard I thought it might stop. I wanted to cry. I wanted to moan. I wanted to run into his arms and dissolve into whatever filthy, beautiful thing he was making me become.
Damon tilted my chin up, catching my gaze. “Tell her, kitten. Tell her how badly you want this. How badly you need me.”
And though I was drenched, trembling, almost drowning in actual need, I said it-swallowed every protest of shame and doubt:
“I need you. I want you. I’m yours.’
His breath slid over my cheek like heat-wrapped sin, and the moment those three words left my mouth-I need you-he smiled like the devil himself had taught him how to ruin girls like me.
“Oh, kitten,” he groaned, and it wasn’t soft. It was brutal, aching, possessive. He tilted his head, jaw flexing as he studied every inch of my flushed, trembling face like he wanted to memorize the desperation wrecking me from the inside out.
“You hear that, Camilla? She said she needs me. Not air. Not water. Me. The man twice her age who can tear her open and still make her beg for more.”
His hand dragged down my spine with a lazy kind of hunger, dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts like he had every right to. My legs were shaking, cunt soaking, and I couldn’t even pretend to resist anymore.
Not when his fingers slipped just far enough to make me gasp, teasing the dip of my ass crack before trailing back up with that sinful slowness that made my thighs quake.
“She’s soaked,” he said, like he was talking about the weather. “She’s clenching already and I haven’t even touched her pussy yet. Her body remembers what it’s like to be split open by me. Her cunt’s probably fluttering, begging for it, hot and needy like she’s wired for my cock. And the best part?”
His mouth brushed against my ear, and I felt it in my fucking soul.
“She likes that you’re watching, Camilla. Don’t you, kitten?” His voice turned syrupy and dangerous. “Tell her. Tell her how wet you get when someone sees me ruin you.”
I whimpered. It came out like a whine, breathless and broken. “I like it,” I whispered, meeting Camilla’s horrified eyes. “I like knowing you know what he does to me. That you can hear how I scream for him. I like knowing you can’t do anything to stop it.”
Camilla’s mouth fell open, her hands shaking like she’d just watched someone bleed to death. “You’re not normal,” she whispered. “This is not normal. She’s eighteen. You’re-you’re a fucking monster!”
Damon laughed. Laughed. This soft, cocky, low chuckle that sent chills down my spine because I knew what was coming next.
“You want to hear something worse?” he asked, dragging me against him so hard I could feel his cock, hard and thick and pulsing behind his zipper. “She begs for the knot. She sobs for it. She cries, not because she’s scared, but because she needs it. She needs me to stretch her open and tie her to me like a good little Omega.”
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He grabbed my jaw and tilted it up, making me look at him while his thumb brushed over my lip. “Tell her, baby. Tell her what you say when I knot you. Tell her how many times you beg to be filled.”
“I-I say please,” I stammered, my throat raw. “Please knot me, please don’t stop, please put your pups in me…”
Damon growled and kissed me. It was filthy. His tongue dominated mine, his teeth dragging over my bottom lip like he wanted to bruise it. My knees buckled. I melted into him, moaning into his mouth while Camilla sobbed behind us, broken and helpless.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You hear that, Camilla? She wants to carry my bloodline. She wants me to fill her every fucking night until her belly swells. She thanks me when I come in her.”
I was gasping now, sweating, trembling, soaked. My nipples were hard, scraping my shirt, and my panties felt like they were going to disintegrate from how wet they were.
And just as Damon lowered one hand to unbutton my shorts-
The door slammed open.
A high-pitched, drunken giggle bounced off the walls.
“Oh my God-your dick is so fucking big,” came the loud, breathy voice of his daughter, giggling again as she stumbled in, one heel hanging off, her lipstick smeared, her hand down the front of some guy’s pants as his tongue dragged across her neck. “You’re gonna rip me apart, fuck-I hope no one’s home-“
Her eyes landed on us.
And everything went dead silent.
Tasha blinked.
Paused.
Stared.
There was my shirt rucked up, Damon’s hand gripping my hip, my lips red and puffy from his mouth, Camilla crying in the corner like she’d just watched her worst nightmare unravel.
And Damon?
He didn’t even flinch.
Tasha’s voice cracked. “What the fuck is going on here?”
Camilla let out a sob, wiping her face with shaking fingers.
“Mum,” the girl said, voice turning breathless. “Why are you crying?”
And then she looked at Damon.
Her dad.
At me.
At the space between us. At the ruined look in my eyes. At the flush in my face.
Her voice dropped into something wild and shaking. “Dad?” she croaked. “what the fuck is happening here!”
And Damon?
He didn’t let go of me. He didn’t even blink. His hand squeezed my waist, his eyes sharp and dark, and his voice came out like a knife sliding through silk.
“This,” Damon said, his voice deep and deliberate, sharp enough to slice open skin. “This girl right here is my mate, Tasha.”
Oh God.
His hand was still wrapped tight around my waist, fingers splayed possessively like he was gripping a prize he’d fought the world for. And his voice-fuck-his voice was calm, but it wasn’t gentle. It was brutal. Final. A verdict.
“You and your mother need to get that straight into your skull,” he added, and I swear my stomach dropped and fluttered at the same time. “She’s not some toy. She’s not a fling. She’s mine. My Omega. The one the Moon gave me. The one I fuck until she’s hoarse and shaking. The one I knot raw, over and over, until her pussy remembers my shape.”
Tasha just stared at us. Frozen. Like she couldn’t process what was happening.
And Camilla-oh God, Camilla snapped.
She let out this wounded sob and stumbled toward her daughter, tears streaking down her cheeks like rain over glass.
“Baby,”
,” she choked, grabbing Tasha’s arms, “he’s been fucking her. He’s been fucking Lyra.”
Tasha blinked, her eyes darting between her mother and me, her mouth twitching like it couldn’t decide whether to drop open
or scream.
“W-what?”
Camilla nodded like it physically hurt. “He’s been fucking her for weeks. In this house. On the couch. In the guest room. In his office. She screams for him. I heard her. I heard her moan his name like she was being possessed.”
I wanted to speak. I really did. But my throat was tight, and my brain? Oh, fuck, my brain was spinning like I’d been thrown into a storm and all I could feel was Damon’s hand on me. Holding me. Claiming me.
Camilla kept going, her voice ragged and soaked in heartbreak. “He calls her his Omega. He says she’s going to carry his pups. He wants to breed her, Tasha. Your father’s going to put a baby inside her”
Tasha’s eyes slammed into mine.
And for a second I thought she might throw up.
Her gaze swept down to my lips-still kiss-bruised and swollen-then to my hips, where Damon’s hand was still gripping me like a brand, like he’d rather burn alive than let go.
And then-
She looked at her dad.
At his shirt, rumpled. At the hunger still simmering in his eyes.
And I saw it. I felt it. The moment her heart cracked in half.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
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Lyra~
“You’re lying,” Tasha said, and her voice didn’t even sound like hers anymore. It cracked halfway through the sentence like it couldn’t hold itself up, and her eyes-fuck, her eyes-were red and glassy and wide and locked onto me like I was the fire that just burned her entire life down. “You’re fucking lying.”
And I just stood there.
Drenched. Flushed. Trembling. Wearing nothing but a ruined expression and Damon’s scent all over me like a fucking second skin.
His hand was still on me, glued to my waist like a brand, like he was holding me together and also warning the world not to touch.
And I couldn’t say anything. Not because I didn’t want to. Not because I didn’t have words. But because I had too many. They were all trying to come out at once. All choking me.
“Say something!” she screamed, and I flinched a little not that I was scared. This wasn’t the Tasha who did my eyeliner or shared her charger This was a girl who’d just realized her entire world was fake.
Her dad wasn’t the man she thought. And I wasn’t the friend she believed I was. I was the girl who moaned behind her bedroom wall while her father made me scream into his chest. I was the girl who opened her thighs when the house went dark. Well she gotta live with it now.
“Is it true?” she asked, voice lower now but so much sharper, like it could slice me into ribbons if I said the wrong thing. “Did you fuck him?”
I blinked.
And Damon-because of fucking course he would-tightened his grip on my waist and said it first.
“She’s mine,” he said, calm as sin, voice low and brutal and final. “She’s not just someone I fucked. She’s my mate.”
Tasha froze.
I saw it. The way her chest locked up. The way her jaw twitched. The way her lip curled like she was trying to hold in a scream and a sob at the same time. Her hands were shaking, her eyes were wild, and then she turned on me again.
“You didn’t tell me,” she said. “You didn’t say anything. You just-what-fucked my dad behind my back like it was normal?” My throat felt like it was on fire.
“I didn’t mean to-Let me explain everything”
“Didn’t mean to?!” she snapped. “Oh my God, Lyra, what does that even fucking mean?! Did you just trip and land on his cock?!”
I gasped, my whole body flushing, not because she was wrong but because fuck, the way she said it made it worse. I had landed on his cock. Over and over and over again. I had begged for it. Screamed for it. Begged him to knot me like I was nothing but his little Omega plaything. And now she was looking at me like I was dirt.
My lips parted, but she wasn’t done.
“Is it because I fucked Marcus?” Tasha’s voice exploded through the room like lightning striking a soaked floor.
Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, her chest rising like her lungs couldn’t decide whether to collapse or scream again.
Her fingers trembled at her sides like she wanted to tear something apart—maybe me, maybe the entire house.
“Is that why you’ve been riding my dad’s cock like a fucking prize you earned? Because you were mad that I got laid by him?! Is that what this is, Lyra?! Some twisted revenge fantasy you cooked up while I was sleeping upstairs?!”
I opened my mouth, but the words stuck in my throat like needles. I wanted to say no. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t like that, that I didn’t plan this, that I didn’t ask for the Moon to give me him, but I couldn’t.
Because every inch of my skin still burned from where Damon touched me. Because I could still feel the ache between my thighs from the last time he knotted me. Because I knew, deep down, that nothing I said would matter now.
Tasha’s eyes snapped to me like she could hear my thoughts.
“Oh my fucking God,” she spat. “You’re just standing there like you’re the victim while he’s groping you in front of me like it’s normal. Like I’m supposed to just stand here and smile while the girl who shared my bed, my clothes, my life, takes the one man who was never supposed to look at you like that!”
Her voice cracked. Her mascara ran. But her rage? It didn’t stop. It got louder. Sharper. Meaner.
“You know what? I don’t give a fuck if he’s your mate,” she shouted, her voice climbing so high it made my head spin.
“I don’t care if the fucking Moon Goddess herself came down and tattooed his name on your pussy. I don’t care how sacred, how spiritual, how magical your bond is supposed to be. Because guess what, Lyra? If I walked in here right now and said my mate was a six-year-old boy, what the fuck would you say to that?”
She paused, panting, shaking, hands curled into fists like she was holding herself back from throwing them at me.
“That’s exactly how this sounds,” she hissed. “You’re eighteen. He’s my dad. Do you hear yourself? Do you know how sick this sounds? You’re letting him fuck you raw and knot you and talk about breeding you like a fucking bitch in heat and you think it’s okay because the Moon said so?”
I couldn’t breathe. My cheeks were wet with tears. My chest was tight. And still-my panties were soaked. My nipples were hard. My cunt was pulsing like I’d just been touched again, and Damon hadn’t even moved. He was standing right behind me, hand still warm on my waist, holding me there like a trophy.
“I get it,” Tasha said, and suddenly her voice dropped into something softer, something heartbreakingly bitter. “I get that the mate bond is powerful. I get that it’s supposed to be sacred. Fine. Great. Beautiful. But I don’t give a fuck. Not when it’s him. Not when it’s my fucking dad.”
I wanted to say something. Anything. But I couldn’t find the words.
And she wasn’t done.
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“You could’ve had anyone else, Lyra,” she whispered, her voice raw and broken now. “You could’ve waited. You could’ve said no. But you didn’t. You opened your legs and let him ruin you in the same house I grew up in. You let him fuck you while I slept in the next room. While I was busy living my life, you were too busy screaming my dad’s name into the sheets.”
“Fuck I just remembered that blood I saw on his bed!! It was fuvking yours you bitch!!!!”
“My dad took your virginity. Do you know how disgusted I feel saying this”
The silence after that sentence felt like a blade.
And then she twisted it.
“Or do you want me to fuck your dad?” she snapped. “Is that what you want, Lyra? Should I ride your father’s cock until I scream for him the way you scream for mine? Should I let him breed me on your kitchen table so you understand how this feels?”
My eyes filled instantly. My stomach twisted. My mouth hung open, but nothing came out. Because there was nothing to say.
She saw it.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, stepping back like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “You like this. You fucking like this.”
I didn’t deny it.
Because my face was flushed. My eyes were wet. My body was throbbing. Damon’s hand was still on me, sliding lower now, dragging up the hem of my shirt slowly like he couldn’t stop claiming me even as the world collapsed around us.
“You’re sick,” she breathed, and her voice didn’t even have venom anymore. It was hollow. Broken. Dead. “You’re not my friend. You never were. You’re just a cunt who smiled while you stabbed me in the back and let my father fill you.”
And Damon?
He finally spoke.
“She’s mine,” he said, voice low and steady, like it was law. “She’s my Omega. And I will not apologize for claiming what’s mine.”
Tasha stared at him like she didn’t even recognize him anymore. Her eyes flicked to his hand under my shirt. To my flushed face. To the way my thighs pressed together like I was trying to stop the ache.
And then she laughed.
One sharp, bitter, humorless sound that ended with a choked breath.
“You both deserve each other,” she said. “I hope he fucks your body to pieces and leaves you to raise your little knot-puppies alone. I hope you choke on every drop of him.”
My eyes twitched. My jaw clenched. Damon’s grip on my waist grew tighter.
Tasha stepped closer, face wild, voice climbing like she couldn’t stop herself now that the dam had cracked wide open.
“You think you’re special because he comes inside you? You think you’re important because he knots you and whispers pretty lies into your ear while my mom cries herself to sleep?! You’re not a mate. You’re a toy. And he’s going to destroy you. And when he does, I’m going to fucking laugh.”
I laughed.
It was short. Sharp. Cold.
And then I turned to her, eyes stinging, heart thudding, and said it.
“Shut the fuck up, Tasha.”
She blinked.
The whole room seemed to stop.
“I’m done,” I said, my voice shaking from how hard I was holding it in. “I am done playing nice for you to understand. I’ve tiptoed around your feelings. I’ve cried over how much this would hurt you. I’ve bent over backwards trying not to make you feel like the world doesn’t revolve around you for once-but guess what? I’m fucking done.”
Her mouth opened. I didn’t let her speak.
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re pissed,” I hissed, taking a step toward her now. “Get this into your thick, dumb-ass skull: I don’t care anymore. Not about Marcus. Not about the fact that you can’t handle the world unless it bows at your feet. Your dad is my mate. He’s mine. And I’m not giving him up.”
Her face twisted.
“Oh, you want to know the worst part?” I said, breath hitching. “Even before summer, I’ve always been drawn to him. Before the Moon confirmed it, before he touched me, before he even looked at me like I was anything but the girl who followed you around like a shadow-I wanted him.
I used to dream about him. I used to wet my sheets at night thinking about his voice, his hands, his mouth. And the second I turned eighteen? The second I shifted and felt that pull? I let him have me. Every inch. Every scream. Every knot. Because I fucking wanted it.”
Her eyes widened in horror as the words left my lips, and for a moment time seemed to freeze.
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Lyra
“What the hell?!” Tasha screamed, her voice cracking like glass under pressure. Her hands flew to her head, fingers clutching at her curls like she was physically trying to keep her sanity from spilling out of her skull.
“You’ve always been drawn to him? What the fuck are you saying right now?! You’re telling me you’ve been thinking about my dad? Since before summer? Since before you even shifted?!”
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t fake another soft, guilty apology like I had anything left to give her.
I stared her dead in the face, trembling, flushed, wet between my legs, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own voice.
“Yes,” I said, and my voice came out steady, sharp, and unapologetic. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
She looked like she was going to pass out.
“Are you hearing yourself?” she snapped. “You were just a kid. And you were getting off to my dad? What kind of sick freak does that, Lyra?!”
“You think I didn’t try to fight it?” I snapped back, taking a step toward her, my blood boiling, my thighs soaked, my shame turning into fuel. “You think I didn’t lie awake at night, hating myself for the way my body reacted every time he walked into a room? You think I wanted this? That I planned it? I didn’t. But the second I shifted, the second the bond snapped into place, it all made fucking sense.”
Tasha laughed short and sharp and bitter like broken teeth.
“Oh, it made sense?” she mocked. “That’s your excuse? ‘It made sense.’ Jesus fucking Christ. You’re disgusting. You’re broken. You’re a little slut with no self-control and a god complex because your stupid scent made an old man hard.”
That one hit me.
Not because she was wrong.
But because she was too right.
And I liked it.
“I am a slut,” I hissed. “His slut. And he doesn’t need control when I’m already on my knees begging for his knot.”
“Stop it!” she shrieked, tears flying down her cheeks. “You’re talking about my father! The man who raised me! You’re standing here, saying you’ve been touching yourself to the thought of him since before I even invited you to this house!”
“I used to hear his voice from the hallway and get wet,” I said, trembling. “I used to picture what he’d do if I tripped in front of him. If he caught me coming out of the bathroom in a towel. I used to stare at his hands during dinner and wonder how it’d feel if he wrapped them around my throat.”
Tasha made a gagging sound, stumbling back like she was choking on her own spit.
“I hate you,” she whispered. “You’re evil. You’re actually fucking evil.”
“No,” I said, and I smiled, slow and wild and wrecked. “I’m just not pretending anymore. You wanted me to be the quiet one. The weak one. The good little friend who sat on the sidelines while you got everything. Well guess what? I got him. The one thing you never thought I’d touch. And I didn’t just touch him. I let him own me.”
“You’re not even human,” she hissed.
“Neither is he,” I whispered back. “He’s an Alpha. I’m an Omega. And I was made to take every drop of his knot until my belly swells with his pups.”
Her face twisted like she was about to scream again, but I didn’t stop.
I was on fire.
“I moan his name into your pillow,” I said. “I bite into his shoulder while he fucks me from behind on your couch. I ride him in the chair he used to sit in at your school award ceremonies. And the best part? I don’t feel bad anymore.”
“You’re going to rot for this,” she choked. “You’re going to fucking burn.”
“Good,” I breathed. “As long as I burn with him.”
Tasha’s mouth fell open like she’d just been punched in the stomach, but I wasn’t done. I was so far from done.
“You want to scream? You want to cry? Go ahead. But don’t stand there and act like you didn’t know something was happening. Don’t stand there and play innocent when you’ve been ignoring every single sign since the day I stepped into this house.”
She shook her head, lips trembling. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You noticed it,” I said, stepping closer, my voice rising. “You saw the way he looked at me at dinner. You saw the way I blushed when he walked in shirtless. You saw how I fidgeted when he said my name. You saw everything-you just didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think someone like your boring, stupid best friend could be the reason your dad’s eyes lit up for the first time in years.”
“Shut up,” she said, voice cracking.
“No,” I growled. “You shut up. I spent years shrinking myself to make space for you. I was always ‘Tasha’s friend.’ Never Lyra. Never enough. Just the extra. The backup. The quiet girl who listened while you bragged about your boyfriends, your life, your everything. And now that I finally have something that’s mine-truly mine-you want to scream and call me evil? You want to slap me because the Moon gave me something you can’t have?”
She stared at me like she didn’t even recognize who I was anymore.
Good.
Because I didn’t either.
“You want to talk about Marcus?” I laughed bitterly. “You think I cared when you slept with him? I didn’t. Not because I was jealous. But because I knew no matter how many boys you fucked, no matter how many names you collected in your phone, none of them could ever compare to him. Your father. My Alpha. The one who looks at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered.”
“You’re delusional,” she hissed. “You’re a fucking Omega in heat, and you let it ruin your brain.”