Ch. 196..200: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 196-200

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 196

“You’re delusional,” she hissed. “You’re a fucking Omega in heat, and you let it ruin your brain.”

“No,” I snapped. “I let it free me.”

I stepped forward until I was right in front of her. My body was shaking. My cheeks were hot. My cunt was soaked. My heart was thundering so loud it felt like it echoed in my throat. And I didn’t care anymore if it was cruel. I didn’t care if she cried. I didn’t care if it destroyed us completely.

I wanted her to know.

“When he knots me,” I whispered, “I cry. I scream. I beg him to stay inside. I beg him not to pull out. I beg him to fill me so deep I can’t think for days. I thank him when he finishes. I wrap my legs around him and tell him I want more. And he gives it to me. Over and over and over again.”

Tasha’s breath hitched.

My eyes were glassy, my throat raw, but I kept going.

“You want to know how many times I’ve moaned his name in this house? You want to know how many nights I’ve bit down the pillow and came so hard I forgot my own? You want to know where he touched me the first time? Right here.” I grabbed my own breast, squeezing it through the fabric. “On the couch. With my shirt halfway off and his hand down my shorts. I came on his fingers while you were brushing your teeth.”

“Stop” she whimpered, but I didn’t let her.

“Then he fucked me against the bedroom wall,” I said, eyes locked on hers. “He pushed me up, pulled my panties aside, and shoved his cock so deep inside me I saw stars. And I loved it. Every second. Every thrust. Every knot. I loved it. I begged for it. I would do it again. Right now. In front of you.”

Tasha shook her head violently, hands shaking like she was about to lose control.

“You’re disgusting,” she whispered.

“No,” I said, “I’m just done hiding what I am.”

Her mouth opened to say something, but Damon’s voice suddenly growled low behind me, rough and final.

“That’s enough,” Damon growled from behind me, his voice low, brutal, and shaking the air like thunder. His fingers clenched tighter around my waist, like he was trying to hold me back before I went too far.

But I didn’t stop.

I turned my head, my eyes wide, my chest rising with sharp, ragged breaths, and I looked at him over my shoulder with the kind of heat that could ignite a city.

“No, Daddy,” I said, my voice sweet and venom-laced and soaked in fire. “It’s not enough. I want to make her understand. I want to make both of them understand exactly who the fuck I am.”

Tasha stepped back like I’d slapped her across the face with my words.

Camilla, still in the corner, looked up from her sobs, mascara streaked down her cheeks, lip trembling like I had just ripped her soul in half.

I turned toward them fully now, not hiding, not flinching, not trying to spare a single shard of their dignity. I stood tall, ruined and flushed and trembling from the heat still dripping between my legs, and I said it.

“I am his Luna.”

Tasha’s eyes went wide. Camilla’s breath caught. And I felt Damon behind me his body stiffening, his fingers twitching on my waist like I’d just said something sacred and forbidden and true.

“You heard me,” I snapped, voice shaking with so much rage and heat I thought I might pass out from how alive I felt. “I’m not the quiet guest anymore. I’m not the scared little best friend. I’m not your pity project, or your backup singer, or your emotional punching bag. I am the Luna of this house. Your Luna. I am his mate. And I’m done acting like I owe either of you shit.”

“You think being fucked by him makes you powerful?” Tasha choked out, her voice wobbling like her knees were about to give out. “You think letting him knot you makes you some kind of queen?”

“No,” I said. “Being his makes me powerful. Being chosen-being claimed, marked, bred-makes me exactly what you’re too scared to be. And if either of you can’t handle that…”

I smiled.

Wicked.

Ferocious.

Dripping.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

Yes, folks. I said my house. Because he made it mine the second he bent me over, pulled my hair back and whispered

“Let them hear, baby.” And I did. I screamed for him like I was born for it. Like my cunt was made for his knot.

You can’t erase that.

They can cry. They can scream. They can fall to their knees and beg for the version of him they used to have.

But he’s mine now.

And I don’t share. So I’d advise you buckle up your belt.

And hell, while you’re at it, slide a hand between your legs and rub that desperate little clit you’ve been neglecting.

Because remember that apology sex? Yeah I think I owe Damon one.

 

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 197

~Lyra~

Camilla’s head snapped up so fast her earrings swung sideways. Her face was blotched with red and black from all the crying. “Your house?” she repeated, and her voice cracked with disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me, Lyra?”

She laughed. It wasn’t real laughter. It was the kind that comes from losing everything in a single sentence and not knowing where to scream first.

“You’re a guest in a house I decorated, in a life I built from the ground up. You’re a stupid girl with a pulse and a heat cycle, and now you think a few orgasms make you the fucking owner of this home?”

Her voice was shaking. Her fingers were curled into her blouse like she was seconds away from lunging at me. But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t move.

“You think this is your house?” she demanded again, louder now. “You think taking a few knots makes you queen of the fucking kingdom?”

“I think taking his last name will,” I said, and I said it slow. So slow her knees almost gave out. “I think carrying his child will. I think being the only woman in this house he touches, kisses, breeds-that makes it mine.”

“You’re not his wife,” she spat.

“No,” I snapped. “I’m something worse. I’m his mate. And that means no matter how loud you cry or how hard you scream, I’ll always belong here more than you.”

Tasha suddenly stepped forward, her face twisted like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to slap me or throw up.

“Are you fucking sick, Lyra?!” she screamed, her voice breaking in the middle like she didn’t even have enough air to handle how furious she was. “I brought you here! I brought you here to spend the summer! To relax! To get away from stress-now you are chasing me out of my house!”

I tilted my head.

And I smiled.

The kind of smile that wasn’t soft or nice or sweet. The kind of smile that hurt to look at.

“You didn’t bring me here,” I said, and I felt the words burn in my throat. “You were just the invitation. The bond brought me here. Fate brought me here. The Moon Goddess brought me to him because I was meant to belong here, not you.”

Tasha’s jaw dropped open.

And still-I didn’t stop.

“I am his,” I said again, louder now, panting, trembling, so fucking wet I could feel it dripping. “I am his Luna. The second I walked into this house, I felt it. The bond. The pull. The hunger. And you know what? I tried to resist it. I tried to be quiet. I tried to behave. But now? I don’t give a fuck who’s hurt anymore.”

Tasha’s eyes were glassy with rage.

Camilla looked like she’d forgotten how to breathe.

“I’m done apologizing for being what I am,” I said. “If you can’t accept that I’m the one he wants now-the one he fucks raw, the one he marks, the one he’ll breed over and over until I can’t walk-then get out. Both of you. Right now. Because this is my house. My life. My bond. My Alpha.”

“You’re not even sorry,” Tasha whispered.

“No,” I said. “I’m proud.”

Those words came out of my mouth like I had been waiting my whole damn life to say them, and the second I did, something shifted in me. Something snapped in the room.

My body was literally shaking-my hands, my legs, my voice. I felt like my skin was made of sparks and my blood was boiling and there was so much pressure building up inside me I thought I might actually explode.

And honestly? I wanted to. I wanted to fucking erupt. Because I had never felt so alive and angry and high on power in my whole eighteen-year life.

They both just stood there staring at me like I had grown horns, and maybe I had.

“Fucking get out now!” I screamed, and my voice broke from how loud it came out. I didn’t care.

“Get the fuck out of my house before I throw both of you out myself! I’m done! I am fucking done! With the fake tears, the dramatic gasps, the whining, the guilt-tripping—all of it!”

Tasha’s eyes went wide. Camilla’s mouth fell open like I had just taken off my skin and revealed a monster underneath.

And then Tasha lost it.

“DAD!!” she screamed, voice shrieking and raw. “Aren’t you gonna say anything?! You’re just gonna stand there like a fucking statue while she throws us out?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Is it because of her tight little pussy that you’ve suddenly gone silent?!”

She didn’t even get to finish the word pussy before it happened.

Damon moved so fast I barely saw it, and then smack. His hand came down so hard across her cheek I flinched even though I wasn’t the one who got hit. But it wasn’t just a slap.

It wasn’t some little warning pat. It was an Alpha’s slap. A dominant, claws-exposed, half-shifted blow that dragged across her skin and left a bright red scratch from the top of her cheekbone to her jaw.

She stumbled back with this broken, shocked gasp like the floor had just dropped under her feet. Her hand flew to her face, her mouth fell open, and she looked up at him like she couldn’t believe he had just done that.

And Damon-he didn’t look sorry.

Not even a little bit.

“You do not speak to me like that,” he growled, and his voice wasn’t normal anymore. It was layered. Deep. Drenched in dominance and something wild. Something feral. “I have had enough of your mouth. Enough of your spoiled brat temper. Enough of your tantrums and your disrespect and your fucking entitlement.”

Tasha whimpered. Her fingers were trembling where they cupped her cheek.

“I am not just your father,” he said, stepping toward her now like the room belonged to him and the air was bending around his heat.

“I am your Alpha. You seem to forget who the fuck I am when you raise your voice. When you test me. When you speak my name like I owe you something.”

Camilla was still frozen. Her hand covered her mouth like she wanted to scream but didn’t have the strength.

“My human self may still care about you,” Damon continued, and his claws were still out-sharp, dark, glinting in the light.

“My human self may try to protect you, may love you, may remember changing your diapers and walking you to school. But the wolf inside me?” He took another step. His eyes were glowing.

“The wolf does not recognize your face. The wolf sees a threat to his mate. The wolf would rip you apart for what you just said, and it wouldn’t even blink.”

 

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 198

Tasha was shaking. Her whole body was curled inward like she was trying to fold herself up and disappear.

“You heard what my Luna said,” Damon growled, his voice vibrating through the walls like thunder shaking the bones of the house. “She doesn’t want you here. She doesn’t want Camilla here. And what she says in this house is final. She is the Luna of this pack. Her word is law.”

I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until he said that. Luna. Final. Law. The words slid over my skin like lightning and lust and power, and I swear I almost came standing right there.

“I have several mansions,” Damon continued coldly. “You can pick one. I’ll have it ready before nightfall. But this one? It’s hers now.”

Tasha let out a low, animal sound-somewhere between a sob and a scream-and then she looked at me.

Straight at me.

And in her eyes, I saw it. Not sadness. Not shock.

Hatred.

“You ruined my family,” she whispered, and her voice sounded broken now. Not from crying. From fury. “I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, Lyra-you are going to pay. You hear me? You are going to fucking pay. Mark my words. Read my fucking lips.”

I didn’t speak. I just stared.

She stepped forward again.

“We go to the same school, remember?” she hissed. “And you think this ends tonight? You think I’m done? You don’t know what’s coming. I’ll make sure everyone hates you. I’ll ruin you. You’ll choke on everything you stole from me. You’ll bleed for what you’ve done.”

And that’s when Damon snapped again.

This time, he didn’t slap her.

He grabbed her by the throat.

One-handed. His claws retracted just enough not to cut, but the grip-oh God, the grip-lifted her straight off the floor until her feet weren’t touching the ground. Her hands clawed at his wrist, her mouth open in a choked gasp, eyes wide and panicked. “Don’t you ever threaten her again,” he snarled, and his voice was so deep it didn’t even sound like a man anymore-it sounded like a beast trying to hold back slaughter. “Not in my house. Not in front of me. Not with that tongue you used to call me father.”

Camilla screamed his name. Useless. Powerless.

“And if you lay a single finger on her,” Damon growled, still holding her in the air like she was weightless, “if you touch a single strand of her hair, if I even smell your hate near her skin-I will forget you are my daughter. I will forget you were ever mine. And I will destroy you.”

Tasha was gasping. Her face turning red. Her legs kicking. Her mouth making these tiny strangled sounds like she couldn’t breathe.

And me?

I was soaked.

Like dripping. Like my thighs were wet. Like I couldn’t tell the difference between heat and fear and arousal anymore because watching him protect me like that made my body ache.

And I wasn’t scared. I was proud.

Tasha was still gasping, still cradling her scratched-up face, still shaking in Camilla’s arms like her bones had cracked from the inside out.

And when Damon finally let go of her neck and stepped back, letting her drop to the floor with one last choking breath, she didn’t scream again. She didn’t fight. She just looked at me.

Her eyes locked on mine.

And there was nothing left in them but pure, vengeful, silent rage.

She stared at me like she could peel me open with a thought. Like she wanted to skin me alive and wear my heart as a trophy. Like every tear in her body had burned off and all that was left was hate.

And then she muttered something under her breath.

Too quiet for me to catch it completely.

She stood up slow, her body shaking, her hair falling into her face, and then she turned to Camilla, her voice hoarse and hard and laced with acid.

“Let’s go, Mum.”

Camilla looked stunned for a bit. But she reached out, grabbed Tasha’s arm, and without saying another word to either of us, they turned around.

And walked out. Fuck finally.

I was still smirking, then-he spoke.

Low.

Husky.

Hot enough to melt the floor beneath me.

“Come here, kitten.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 199

~Lyra~

“Come here, kitten.”

The second those words rolled out of his mouth, slow and deep and thick with that Alpha growl he knows drives me insane, my thighs clenched so hard I swear I saw stars for a second.

My entire body responded instantly. My breath caught, my nipples tightened against his shirt, and my pussy? My pussy pulsed like it had just been called by name.

But I didn’t move.

Oh, no.

I didn’t fucking move an inch.

Instead, I stood there in the middle of the room, barefoot and flushed and soaked with the aftershock of war and lust and pride, and I stared at him with a smile on my face that was far too sweet to be innocent.

“You want me to come to you?” I asked, letting the words drag out of my mouth like honey over a blade. “Just like that? After everything I just did? After I turned your ex into a broken sobbing mess and made your daughter cry in front of you like she was six again?”

He didn’t answer. Not with words. But I saw his hand twitch. His jaw flexed. His eyes darkened like he wanted to rip the walls off this house and throw me onto whatever was left. And that only made it worse. That only made me wetter.

“God, you’re so bossy,” I purred, swaying on my feet like I was about to give in-only to pull back again.

“You stand there, looking all bloodstained and dangerous with your voice deep and your hand still twitching like you’re deciding whether to grab my throat or throw me over your shoulder, and you think just saying come here is enough to make me crawl?”

I took one slow step forward, just enough for him to smell me. I was dripping. I could feel it. My heat was back, flooding me like it wanted to ruin the floor under my feet.

The scent of it was thick in the room, mixing with his blood and my sweat and the fading trace of Tasha’s perfume that was slowly, finally, being erased.

“You don’t even know what it felt like watching you grab her,” I whispered, my voice thick with filth. “Watching your hand wrap around her throat. Watching her eyes go wide while you told her you’d forget she was your daughter. I swear to the fucking Moon, Damon-I almost came right there.”

His fingers curled at his sides. His teeth clenched. His entire chest rose like he was holding back a snarl.

I took another step. But not close enough for him to grab me. I knew the edge. I knew exactly how far I could go before he broke.

“You’re still holding back,” I said, licking my bottom lip slow. “And I don’t get it. You let me fight your family, you let me scream until my voice cracked, you stood there and watched me tell them to get the fuck out of this house-and now what? You’re just going to stand there and whisper for me to come to you?”

I tilted my head. My voice dipped lower.

“Say please,” I said, pouting. “Beg your naughty little Luna to crawl to you. Or better yet… come get me.”

He took one step forward.

I immediately took one step back.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I said, laughing breathlessly. “You like watching me run my mouth. You like knowing I’m standing here dripping under your shirt with nothing on, mouthing off like I don’t know you’re two seconds away from snapping and fucking me through the damn floor.”

My hand slid between my thighs. Just the tip of my fingers. I didn’t touch anything deep. Just enough to gather the slick and bring it back up to my lips. I licked it slowly, dramatically, and then smiled.

“I taste like your fucking Luna,” I said. “Do you have any idea how badly I need you right now? Do you have any idea how wet I got the second you hit her? I was standing here soaked and proud and fucking buzzing for you while you made them leave.”

He growled. Loud. Sharp. The kind that made my nipples pinch even harder and my breath catch in my throat.

Still, I didn’t stop as I pulled the shirt of my body.

“You’re still dressed,” I said, pouting again. “And that’s rude, Daddy. Because I’m right here, bare, soaked for you, and you’re just… waiting. Standing there like you’re not going to grab me and make me scream your name until the whole pack hears me.” I stepped even closer this time, close enough for his fingers to brush my waist-but I danced out of reach again with a giggle. “You want me to come here?” I whispered. “You want me to crawl to you on my knees and beg for your knot while you growl in my ear and tell me I’m yours?”

I paused.

My voice dropped to a soft, dirty whimper.

“Then come make me.”

I didn’t want soft.

I wanted that thing behind his eyes to break.

So I circled him.

Slow.

One step. Then another. Like I was stalking him. Like I was the predator in heat and he was the prey-big, dangerous, and begging to be unchained.

I let my fingers drag across his shoulders. Down his spine. Over his arm where the muscle flexed so hard I almost moaned. I leaned close enough for my breath to tickle the back of his neck.

“You’re trembling,” I whispered, and my voice was dripping with it. Dirty. Breathless. Sweet like poison. “Is it that hard not to grab me? You want to be good, don’t you, Daddy? You want to show me you have control. That you’re calm. That you can handle a mouthy little Omega without snapping.”

I giggled. Soft. But it cut.

“But I know the truth,” I purred. “You’re one second away from losing it. You’re standing there thinking about everything you could do to me and trying to be civilized. But guess what?”

I slipped back around in front of him, slowly dragging my hands down the center of his chest, stopping right above his belt. “I don’t want civilized.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 200

“I don’t want civilized.”

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wet and wild, and I dragged one hand under his shirt, sliding my fingers up his abs, nails lightly scratching over the ridges of heat and skin until I felt his breath stutter.

“I want rough,” I said. “I want the version of you that slapped your daughter and threw your ex out with nothing but a look. I want the version that grabbed her throat and made my pussy gush without even touching me.”

I pressed closer. Not all the way. Not enough to touch. Just close enough that he could feel the heat of me through the air between us.

“Because I’m still wet,” I whispered. “Still dripping. thighs glued together, breathless, wrecked-and you’re doing nothing about it. And that’s cruel.”

His nostrils flared.

Good.

I licked my lips, dragged my hand back down his chest, slower this time. Teasing every button. Every line of heat I could feel under the fabric. My voice dropped again.

“You know what I need, don’t you?”

He didn’t speak.

But I saw the hunger in his eyes. The violence shaking in his muscles. The grip in his jaw like he was biting back a growl.

“You know I can’t go to sleep like this,” I murmured. “Not with your scent all over me and your knot still missing from my cunt. Not when I stood here and defended you with my mouth while my pussy was soaking down my thighs. Not when I told your daughter to get the fuck out and I was soaking wet the entire time.”

I gasped, softly, teasing my fingers under the hem of the shirt.

“I should be punished,” I whispered, fluttering my lashes. “Right? For teasing you? For mouthing off? For telling them to leave like I run the house? For falling for Camilla’s lies?”

I leaned up onto my toes and whispered against his lips.

“Or maybe I should be rewarded.”

The words left my lips like a secret I already knew the answer to. And I didn’t pull away. I didn’t blink. I didn’t even breathe. I just leaned closer-so close our mouths almost touched-and I whispered it.

Slow. Dirty. Shameless.

“I want your cock in my throat first,” I said, and my voice was breathless, wrecked, all sweet seduction and heat-drenched filth.

“I want to choke on it until my eyes tear up and my makeup runs. I want you to grab my hair and fuck my face until my knees give out and I’m drooling like a stupid little heat-drunk Omega.

“And then-when you’ve ruined my voice—I want you to bend me over, spread my thighs, and slam that knot into me like I’m not even worth being gentle with. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name. I want your cum in my womb, Daddy. I want to feel it dripping out of me while I sleep.”

I didn’t get to say another word.

Because that was the moment he snapped.

He moved so fast it knocked the air out of me. One of his hands slammed around my throat, grabbing me like I belonged there, like I was nothing but his to break.

His palm was hot, wide, firm-his thumb pressed into the side of my neck while his fingers curled tight, and I gasped so hard it turned into a moan. My feet stumbled backward, but he followed, pushing me until my back hit the wall and my whole body jolted.

“Oh my fucking-Damon,” I gasped, my voice breaking as his hand held my neck tight, not enough to hurt but enough to make me feel it, enough to make my pussy clench like I was already full.

And then his other hand grabbed my breast.

Not softly.

He didn’t grope. He didn’t ease me into it. He twisted my nipple between two fingers so hard I cried out.

“Fuck,” I moaned, arching into him. “Fuck-yes-harder—”

He didn’t say a word.

He pinched harder.

Twisted it.

Rolled it between his fingers like he was punishing me for everything that had just come out of my filthy mouth. And the pain -oh God, the pain was so hot it went straight to my core. My cunt clenched like it was aching, like it was begging, like it would scream if he didn’t fill me soon.

“Daddy,” I gasped, eyes fluttering, back arching, “please-I need-fuck, I need it-your mouth, your cock, your knot-I need everything-“

“You want to tease?” he growled, voice feral against my ear. “You want to run your little mouth and act like I won’t fuck the brat out of you.

But before I could speak again, before I could offer one more breathless whimper of please, he leaned in, eyes burning, voice a low growl that sank straight into my bones.

“Beg me, kitten.”