Ch. 206..210: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 206-210

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 206

The second the words left my mouth, I blinked at myself in the mirror like I was expecting some magical answer to pop out of the sink drain. But no, there was just me-sweaty, puffy-lipped, flushed like I’d just had a panic attack and an orgasm at the same time, staring at my own reflection with a kind of blank horror.

“But come to think of it.” I said, grabbing paper towels to blot my face even though I looked like I’d been dragged through a storm of hormones. “Have I ever heard him talk about babies? No. Not once. Not ever. He talks about killing rogues. He talks about territory lines. He talks about punishing people. He talks about… knotting.”

I groaned. “So much knotting.”

“But like… has he ever seen a stroller and said, ‘Aww’?” I asked myself, throwing the paper towel in the trash with way too much force. “Has he ever held a baby? What if he hates babies? What if he thinks babies are annoying and loud and sticky and they cry too much and interrupt his brooding?”

I gasped dramatically.

“What if he thinks babies are weak?”

My hands flew to my face again. “Oh my God, what if he thinks I’m weak now? Like, here I am, walking around with his baby maybe forming in my uterus like a little Alpha bean and instead of being like ‘wow, that’s hot,’ he’s like ‘ew, responsibility.””

I started pacing again, slapping my thighs with each step like I was in a courtroom and I was the chaotic lawyer and the terrified client all at once.

“What if he calls me a liability?” I muttered, mocking his voice under my breath. “You’ve been compromised, kitten. You’re soft now. I can’t knot you on the balcony anymore because you’re carrying a future Alpha and you need to stay hydrated and wear sensible shoes.””

I gagged.

“Sensible shoes, Damon? Really? I’m barely eighteen and I already don’t know who I am anymore.”

I spun around and pointed at my reflection with both hands like I was on a game show and had just guessed the wrong answer. “Does he like babies? I don’t know! I don’t know anything! He likes cigars, he likes control, he likes growling in my ear while he’s balls deep inside me, and he likes saying ‘mine’ like I’m some kind of chew toy he doesn’t want to share.”

I pressed both palms to the counter, exhaled slowly, and stared at the sink.

“Okay. So maybe he doesn’t like babies. But what if he likes his babies? Like… maybe he doesn’t want to coo over someone else’s newborn, but if it’s his, he’d be like, “That’s my bloodline, don’t let it touch anything dirty, give it a knife.””

I paused.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, blinking. “What if our baby has a knife before it has teeth?”

And then I laughed.

I actually laughed. Loud. Breathless. Slightly hysterical.

I clutched my chest and shook my head, and somewhere between the panic and the confusion and the hormone-fueled disaster running through my bloodstream, I felt something warm. Something scary. Something… real.

Because as terrifying as it all is?

As absolutely chaotic and not-ready-for-this as I feel?

The idea of Damon holding a baby-our baby-with one hand wrapped protectively around its tiny little body while growling at anyone who looked at it wrong?

Kind of made my heart flutter.

And also my pussy clench.

“Okay,” I said to myself again, firmer now. “You can do this. You’re going to tell him. You’re going to march your maybe- pregnant ass right out of this bathroom and face the Alpha who ruined you, and you’re not going to cry. Or faint. Or throw up. Probably.”

I grabbed my phone. Stepped toward the door. Took one deep breath to psych myself up and remind myself that I was strong, I was grown, and I was about to go tell the Alpha who ruined my body and maybe gave me his baby that I was very possibly pregnant and extremely emotionally unstable about it.

And then, just as I opened the door to leave-

Boom.

I bumped straight into someone.

I stumbled back with a little gasp, and before I could even register what just happened, I looked up and there she was.

Of course.

Tasha.

With her arms crossed and her bitch-face set to maximum. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom with two of her plastic little backup dancers flanking her like she was queen of the slut-shaming committee and I had just walked onto her red carpet pregnant and glowing.

And they weren’t just walking in.

They were waiting.

She had planned this.

“Oh wow,” Tasha sneered, looking me up and down like I was dirt. “Look who it is. The girl who let my dad fuck her. You slut. You couldn’t keep your legs closed for one summer, could you?”

I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then I quickly tilted my phone screen away from her line of sight and clicked the home button before she could see the big bold notification from my Flo app practically screaming “YOU’RE LATE.” I shoved it in the back pocket of my jeans like it didn’t hold the entire record of my possibly life-altering sexual choices.

And then I smiled.

Because I was tired.

Because I was hormonal.

Because I was this close to either bursting into tears or slapping someone.

And because I simply did not have the fucking time.

“Oh please,” I said, rolling my eyes so hard they nearly flew out of my skull. “Enough, Tasha. Get out of the way. I thought we already had this conversation. You threw the fit. I survived it. We moved on. I’m not going to keep explaining myself to you like I owe you some kind of purity report on my vagina.”

She didn’t move.

So I stepped closer.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Not flinching.

“Grow up! Get over it! There is nothing you can do! Your Dad is my MATE! Just live with it,” I said, my voice low and cold now. “Now get the hell out of my way. I need to be somewhere.”

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~Lyra~

But of course, she didn’t move.

Of course she didn’t let it go.

She scoffed so loudly. Her arms crossed tighter. Her face twisted up like she’d just swallowed a lemon. And then she went off- just like I knew she would.

“You were pathetic from the start,” she hissed, voice trembling now. “Throwing yourself around the house. Walking around in his shirt like you belonged there. Acting like your heat made you special. You’re not special. You’re just a desperate little slut who spread her legs for the first Alpha that growled at her.”

I stood still.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

My stomach twisted.

My chest rose and fell faster than it should’ve.

But I didn’t speak yet. Not yet.

Because she wasn’t done.

“And now you’re what?” she spat, her lip curling. “Hiding your phone like you’re not freaking out over something. Maybe you are pregnant who knows.

Maybe you’ll be the next little sob story who drops out before second semester and shows up in a year with spit-up on your hoodie and a baby on your hip begging him to remember you. You really think he’ll stay? You think he wants you? Please.”

That was when I laughed.

Like actually laughed.

Loud. Sharp. Rude.

The kind of laugh that made both of her little friends blink and shift uncomfortably.

And then I looked her in the eye and stepped forward, close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to look at me, and I smiled the way only an Omega who’s been claimed can smile.

“You’re right,” I said sweetly, “I did walk around in his shirt. You know what else I did in that shirt? I moaned into it. I came in it. I bled my heat into it while he held me down and filled me so deep I couldn’t walk straight the next day.”

She flinched.

I kept going.

“Your breath stinks!” I snapped, heat rushing into my cheeks as I took a bold step forward. “Seriously, it’s like something died in your mouth, came back to life, and is now rotting all over again. I don’t know if it’s garlic or just jealousy decaying in your throat, but girl, it’s foul. So do us all a favor-get out of my way. Now.”

I felt my chest rising and falling too fast. My hands were clenched. My body was vibrating with tension, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t shrink. I stood straighter, chin up, heart pounding like a war drum. I looked Tasha dead in the eye, and I let my voice drop lower, cooler, sharper.

“I don’t think you want to get me angry.”

She blinked, looked me up and down, and then smirked. She looked like she was about to say something that she thought would hurt me, something she had stored up for weeks, but I was already prepared for it. I could see it coming.

“Or what, you little Omega?” she spat, her lips curling like I was something stuck under her shoe. “You gonna whimper? Cry for help? Maybe sob until my dad comes and carries you away like the pathetic little heat-whore you are?”

That was it.

Something in me snapped.

My hand moved faster than my brain could catch up. There was a loud, echoing slap as my palm collided with her cheek, and the force of it turned her face to the side.

Her hair whipped across her shoulder, her jaw dropped open in stunned silence, and for one long second, everyone in the bathroom froze.

I stared at her, breathing hard, and then-out of the corner of my eye-I saw my reflection in the mirror.

And I gasped.

My eyes.

They weren’t their normal color.

They were glowing. Bright gold. Burning. Like light had poured into them and stayed there. It wasn’t a trick of the lighting.

I didn’t feel scared.

I felt strong.

“Yes,” I whispered to myself, heart racing. “I’m no longer a weak Omega.”

Tasha was still stunned, her hand pressed to her cheek, her lips trembling. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. She had no idea what she’d just triggered.

“I have had enough of your insults, Tasha,” I said, my voice louder now, rising with the heat inside my veins. “Do you hear me? It’s choking me. It’s making me sick. You’ve always had a mouth. Always. Since I got to know you. You love to talk. You love to throw shade and act like you own the world because you were born into it with a rich daddy and an attitude problem.”

I stepped closer again. She didn’t move. Her eyes were wide. Her friends were frozen, watching the show with their mouths slightly open.

“But talk is cheap,” I went on. “Anyone can run their mouth. Anyone can throw insults and pretend to be a queen. But you? You never do anything. You never move. You never fight. You just talk.”

I raised my brows at her and tilted my head.

“Why don’t you do something instead of flapping your lips like a busted ceiling fan, huh?” I challenged, my voice drenched in disgust. “You can’t, can you? You know why?”

I leaned in, just enough for her to hear me breathe.

“Because your dad would rip your tongue from your mouth and tie it around your neck like a bow the second you laid a finger on me.”

I let those words hang in the air like smoke.

“You know he can, right?” I added, just for good measure. “You know what he is. What he does. What he would do to protect me. So fuck off, Tasha. Before you push me-or him-any further.”

There was silence.

 

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There was silence.

And then, finally, one of her friends spoke up in the quietest voice I had ever heard come out of a girl with glitter eyeliner. “Let’s go, Tasha,” she said quickly, stepping in and pulling at her arm. “You know how your dad is…”

Tasha didn’t move at first. She looked shaken. Her face was still burning red from the slap, her expression cracked with a mixture of rage and disbelief. Her lips parted like she wanted to scream, but nothing came out.

So she just glared at me.

Hard.

“This isn’t over,” she hissed.

I rolled my eyes, slowly, dramatically, like I was auditioning for the lead role in a teen villain soap opera.

“Yeah,” I muttered with a bored sigh. “Typical line of every movie villain right before they fall into a pit of their own stupidity.”

And with that?

I walked past her.

I didn’t even pause when I walked out of that bathroom. I didn’t look back. I didn’t check if Tasha was still glaring or if her girls were whispering behind her. I didn’t care. My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding. My chest was tight. And all I knew was that I needed to see him.

Damon.

I needed to see his face. Hear his voice. Feel his arms around me and bury myself in that scent that always made the whole world fade. I needed to tell him. About the test I hadn’t taken yet. About the late period. About everything. I didn’t want to say it over the phone. I didn’t want to explain it in fragments. I needed to be near him.

Would the school let me leave without closing?

Hell yeah, they did.

No one stopped me. No one asked where I was going. No one even looked me in the eye. Because they knew. They could feel it. Damon wasn’t just my protector. He was fear. He was dominance. He was power. And anyone with a working brain cell knew not to cross his line-not even the front gate guards. I walked straight out without even blinking.

I was outside, standing on the sidewalk, trying to flag down a cab when I grabbed my phone and called him. My fingers were trembling. My throat felt tight. I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. And the moment the line connected, I heard his voice.

He picked up on the first ring.

“Hey, kitten,” he said, and his voice was so warm and deep and full of concern that I nearly burst into tears right then. “Talk to me. Are you okay? The school hasn’t closed yet, has it? It’s not time. Talk to me. Did Tasha touch you? Did any guy look at you? I swear to the Moon Goddess, if anyone laid a finger-“

He was about to finish that sentence-voice rising, protective, furious-but I cut in before he could spiral.

“It’s okay, Damon,” I said softly, blinking back the tears I hadn’t even realized were forming. “I’m fine, okay? I just… I really need to talk to you about something.”

My voice cracked.

And then, just like that, it happened.

I burst into tears.

I didn’t even know where it came from. One second I was standing under the sun, phone pressed to my ear, and the next my throat tightened and my chest caved in and I was gasping like I couldn’t breathe.

“Kitten,” he said immediately, his voice going soft but sharp with panic. “Why are you crying? Tell me. What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I’m scared, Damon,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t tell you on the phone. It’s too much. I … I need to see you. Where are you? Can I come meet you?”

There was a pause on his end.

Just a breath.

Then he said the words I needed more than anything.

“Yes, kitten. Come meet me,” he said gently, like he already knew I was breaking. “I’m in the middle of a meeting with some of the leaders from the surrounding packs, but by the time you get here, I’ll be done. Come to Daddy, okay?”

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.

My breath was still shaky. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I opened my mouth to say okay again—but then his voice dipped lower.

“And Daddy’s gonna wipe those tears away with his dick.”

I choked.

Like actually choked on my own breath.

The tiniest little laugh ripped right out of me, halfway between a sob and a wheeze, and then I covered my mouth with my hand as more tears spilled down my cheeks, but I was smiling now.

“You’re such an asshole,” I whispered, my voice wet and shaking but laughing, because only Damon would say something like that while I was literally crying in the street. “I’m serious, Damon.”

“And I’m also serious, baby,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “But I made you laugh.”

I sniffled.

Then laughed again.

Then wiped my cheek with the back of my sleeve as my voice broke all over again.

“You’re the worst,” I said, giggling and crying all at once.

“No, baby,” he murmured with a husky voice that made my thighs twitch. “I’m yours. And I’m waiting.”

And just like that, I wasn’t just scared anymore.

I was running to him. Let’s see what he has to say.

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Lyra

I didn’t even wait for a ride. I swear my legs were moving before my brain caught up, and the next thing I knew I was running. Like actually full-on running down the street, hair flying, tears drying on my cheeks, heart pounding like some kind of war drum in my chest.

And I didn’t care how insane I looked. I didn’t care if people saw me and thought oh my God, she’s losing her mind, because I was losing my mind.

I had to get to him. I couldn’t breathe properly. My whole body was shaking, and I just-I needed to see his face. Right now. Immediately. Or I was going to implode.

And yes, okay, maybe I could’ve waited for a cab or ordered a ride or something normal, but nothing about this felt normal.

Not the panic inside me, not the way my heart hurt, and definitely not the late-ass period I hadn’t told anyone about. It was like the moment I said it out loud, something inside me snapped, and now I couldn’t stop moving until I was in his arms.

By the time the pack estate came into view, my chest was on fire. Like actual fire. My lungs were screaming and my feet felt like they were going to fall off, but I didn’t slow down.

I kept going. Because the second I saw those gates, I knew I was close. I knew he was behind them. And suddenly all I wanted was to throw myself at him and cry and maybe scream and maybe kiss him until I couldn’t remember my name.

I didn’t wait at the gates. The guards saw me and opened them like they already knew not to stop me. Because duh. Damon was Damon. And I was his Luna. Or his problem. Or both.

Either way, nobody dared say a word. I ran straight into the house, not even stopping to catch my breath, and the second I hit the floor, one of the maids literally gasped and started talking into her earpiece like I was the freaking president.

“She’s here. His Luna. She’s here for Alpha Damon.”

Yeah. That’s right. Tell them. Announce me. The desperate, possibly pregnant, emotionally unstable little Luna is here to shake shit up.

I followed the sound of voices because I already knew where he was. Deep voice. Commanding. Quiet enough to scare you. Loud enough to make grown men shut up. Damon.

I heard him before I saw him. And I didn’t even hesitate. I saw the big oak doors. I heard the meeting going on inside. And I did not care. I didn’t knock. I didn’t pause. I didn’t wait for permission like some polite little schoolgirl.

Nope.

I shoved the doors open and walked straight in.

And oh my God.

Eight Alphas.

Eight grown, powerful, insanely intimidating Alphas in full suits sitting around this long-ass table looking like they were about to solve world hunger or declare war or something.

And at the head of it all?

Damon.

My Alpha.

He looked up like he felt me before he saw me, and the second our eyes locked, I swear I stopped breathing. His face changed. Like instantly. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared.

His body straightened like he’d just scented danger, except I wasn’t danger. I was his Omega, and I was about to cry again because the second I saw him I remembered why I’d come.

One of the men stood and tried to speak. “Alpha Damon, I don’t believe this meeting…”

“Out,” Damon said. Just that one word.

And everything froze.

“But Alpha-“

“I said out,” he growled, louder this time.

And they left.

Like no questions. No hesitations. No attitude. Just chairs scraping and suits disappearing like they’d all suddenly remembered they had other places to be. Within seconds, the room was empty.

Except for us.

And then he was moving.

Fast.

He didn’t even blink before he reached me, and the second he touched me I fell apart. His arms wrapped around me, and his mouth crashed into mine, and I just melted.

I didn’t care that I probably looked crazy or that my lips were salty with dried tears. I kissed him back like he was air and I’d been drowning.

I clutched his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me upright, and when he finally pulled back and looked into my face, I forgot how to think.

“What happened?” he whispered, voice tight and full of something sharp and scared. “Talk to me, kitten. What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”

The moment Damon said it—“What happened?”—something inside me just collapsed.

I didn’t even try to hold it together anymore. I couldn’t. It was like those two words opened a trapdoor in my chest, and everything I’d been trying to swallow down just came pouring out of me in one huge, ugly, embarrassing, uncontrollable flood.

My mouth opened to speak, to explain, to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Not a single word. Only this horrible, tight, gasping sob that felt like it was being ripped from my throat with claws.

My whole face crumpled.

And then I was crying.

Not cute crying.

Not graceful, soft, single-tear-down-the-cheek movie crying.

No.

I was full-body sobbing, arms shaking, knees buckling, face soaked, chest heaving like I couldn’t get enough air.

And even as I cried, I hated myself for how dramatic it looked, for how messy it sounded, but I couldn’t stop. My emotions weren’t listening to me anymore. They were in full rebellion mode. And my body? My body just wanted him.

He didn’t even flinch.

He didn’t look shocked.

He didn’t try to stop me or tell me to calm down.

He just caught me.

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He just caught me.

Immediately. Without hesitation. Like his arms had been waiting for this exact breakdown.

He pulled me into his chest so fast and so tight I thought he was going to crush me, and I didn’t care. I buried my face in his shirt, clutched fistfuls of fabric like I needed it to breathe, and let it all out. I cried so hard I couldn’t see straight.

My makeup was absolutely ruined. My body wouldn’t stop shaking. My thighs kept pressing together like they didn’t know if they wanted to close or open. And through it all, he just held me.

He pressed his hand to the back of my head and stroked my hair gently, slowly, tenderly, like I was this precious little thing that might fall apart completely if he didn’t keep touching me.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered against my hair. “I’ve got you, kitten.”

I whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

My knees gave way completely and he just adjusted, wrapping one strong arm under my thighs and lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing.

And even though I was still crying, something about being held like that so easily, so tightly, so completely-made my brain short-circuit in the worst, dirtiest, most confusing way.

And then..

Then he leaned down, his lips brushing the edge of my ear, and said the filthiest, most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard whispered to a crying girl in her Alpha’s arms.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” he murmured, voice low and syrup-thick. “You miss Daddy?”

I swear my whole body tensed at once.

Heat slammed between my thighs like a door being kicked open. My breath hitched. My fingers curled even tighter in his shirt.

I was still crying. Still shaking. Still completely emotionally wrecked. And yet my nipples hardened. My core throbbed. And my Omega hormones lit up like someone flipped the switch back to heat mode.

I couldn’t even answer him.

I just whimpered again, this tiny cracked sound that barely escaped my throat.

He knew.

He fucking knew.

And then he made it worse.

So much worse.

“You miss Daddy’s cock?” he whispered right into my ear, so close I could feel the heat of his breath slide down my neck like a finger.

My stomach dropped. My thighs jerked. I felt myself throb. Like full-on pulse between my legs. My face flushed so hard I felt like it might peel off. And my tears kept coming, but now they were tangled with something hotter.

“I know you do,” he said softly. “I know you miss the way I stretch you open. The way I fill that tight little hole until you’re whining into the pillow, begging for Daddy to stop but taking it anyway.”

My breath hitched again.

It wasn’t fair.

I was a mess. A sobbing, confused, maybe-pregnant little Omega who came here to tell him something important, and now I was leaking between my legs just from hearing his voice. My body wasn’t listening to me anymore. My body only listened to him.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured. “Anything, baby. You say the word, and Daddy will give it to you. You want comfort? I’ll hold you all night. You want cock? I’ll bend you over the fucking table right now and fuck you full again. You want both? You’ll get both.”

I tried to speak.

I really did.

I opened my mouth. I pushed out this tiny sound that was maybe a syllable. But it broke off again. I hiccupped. My shoulders shook. My brain felt like soup. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to scream or kiss him or sink into the floor and disappear or wrap my thighs around his waist and beg him to fuck the truth out of me.

He leaned back just enough to look at my face.

I was sure I looked wrecked.

Eyes swollen. Lips trembling. Nose running. Still trembling in his arms like I’d lost control of everything.

But he didn’t flinch.

He looked at me like I was beautiful.

Like I was his.

And when his thumb brushed a tear from my cheek and he kissed the corner of my mouth, I finally found my voice.

It cracked.

It trembled.

But it came out.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I whispered. “I think I’m pregnant, Damon.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I said quickly, breath shaking. “I’ve never been this late before. Not even close. I thought maybe I was just stressed or maybe it was my diet or something stupid, but I feel I’m pregnant, and my boobs hurt, Damon.

“They hurt. And they look different, and my heat was off, and my scent changed, and I didn’t say anything because I was scared and I didn’t want to sound crazy, and then Tasha started saying shit and I just…”

His whole body froze.

And I stopped breathing.