Ch. 226..230: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 226-230
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 226
Lyra wasn’t speaking.
She was silent.
Still.
Breathing fast, skin flushed and her cheeks were burning.
She didn’t say a word. But I could feel her trembling.
Not with fear.
With arousal.
She liked this.
She loved this.
She loved the way I was claiming her in front of someone else. She loved the way I was growling about her slick like it was currency. She loved the way my cock was throbbing beneath my slacks while I told a doctor EVERTHING.
“I don’t need to be excused,” I said, my tone was final now. “I need you to carry out your job. And I will stand right here while you do it.”
The doctor swallowed her reply, nodded stiffly, and turned back to Lyra.
She resumed the exam.
Her hands were careful now.
But I wasn’t watching her anymore.
I was watching Lyra.
And I knew what she needed.
She needed me.
She needed to be punished for letting another hand wake up her body.
She needed to be bent over the bed, blouse ripped open, ass shoved to the side, and taken so hard the imprint of my cock stayed inside her for hours.
She needed to cry out into the mattress while I reminded her whose slick she made.
Whose name she screamed.
Whose fucking baby was in her womb.
And the second the doctor walked out of that room?
That’s exactly what I was going to do.
“Lift your shirt,” she said firmly, but not unkindly.
“I want to see your breasts bare. I need to examine you properly. This won’t take long.”
Lyra didn’t move at first.
Her breath caught. Her lashes fluttered. Her thighs shifted where she sat on the edge.
She looked flushed, trembling slightly, her skin already glowing pink from the inside out. Her fingers went still in her lap, as if her body didn’t quite know how to obey. Her eyes flicked to me.
She didn’t say it out loud.
But she was asking..Should I?
And I gave her the answer without a single word.
I stepped closer. I reached forward slowly and hooked my fingers under the hem of her shirt, dragging it up.
I pulled the shirt higher, over her ribs, then let it bunch above her breasts like a banner wrapped beneath her collarbones.
Her bra was useless.
The doctor stepped in.
“We check the breasts early during pregnancy,” she explained calmly, “because the tissue changes quickly. Increased blood flow, sensitivity, swelling. You may notice your nipples becoming firmer. That’s completely normal.”
Lyra whimpered.
Her arms twitched, her fingers fisting the sheets on either side of her thighs. She wasn’t breathing properly anymore.
I stood completely still.
But inside, I was breaking apart.
“You may feel some tenderness here,” she murmured. “And your milk glands might begin to swell sooner than expected, especially in bonded Omegas.”
The doctor moved to the second breast.
“I see your nipples are already producing some fluid,” the doctor noted calmly. “That can happen in early pregnancy, especially in response to stimulation or strong emotional connection to the Alpha.”
Lyra moaned.
She tried to cover it with a cough. She tried to sit up straighter. But her body wasn’t cooperating. Her legs trembled. Her pussy was soaked. And her chest was on display, nipples hard and weeping while a stranger touched her in front of me.
And I lost it.
The doctor stepped back slightly, shifting her attention lower.
Her hands hovered over Lyra’s belly, then gently lowered. Her right palm rested softly just above Lyra’s pelvis, pressing with pressure against the barely-visible curve of her stomach.
She waited. Her hand stayed in place for several seconds, her brow relaxed, her fingers light.
Then she smiled.
“Congratulations, Alpha and Luna,” she said, her voice soft with certainty. “She’s pregnant. The vitals are strong. The baby is growing.”
Lyra turned toward me instantly, and the look on her face nearly knocked the breath out of my chest.
Her lips spread into a trembling smile. It was wide and disbelieving. Her eyes shimmered. One tear escaped down her cheek, and she didn’t even bother to wipe it.
Her mouth opened like she wanted to laugh, and for a second, I thought she might. I saw the joy. I felt it radiate off her. This was real. It wasn’t just a test. It wasn’t a maybe. It was happening.
She was carrying my child.
But the doctor didn’t move away.
Her smile faded slowly. Her brow pulled tight as she looked down again. She pressed her palm once more to Lyra’s belly, this time slower, deeper, like she was trying to feel past the surface.
I watched her carefully.
She said nothing for several long seconds.
Then she spoke.
“I want to check one more thing.”
She pressed her fingertips a little deeper into Lyra’s lower abdomen and angled them slightly left, feeling along the base of her womb. Her hands stopped as her eyes sharpened.
And then she said it.
“I feel something… off.”
My entire body stilled.
“What the fuck do you mean?” I asked.
The doctor didn’t look up. Her focus stayed locked on Lyra’s stomach. Her touch didn’t move. She inhaled once and fast.
“I feel something is wrong with the baby,” she said carefully.
Lyra’s whole body jolted.
Her expression shattered in an instant. The smile she wore just seconds ago vanished like it had been carved off her face.
Her eyes went wide, her hands flew down to her belly, and her entire frame tensed with terror.
“What?” she cried, her voice high and broken.
She shook her head as if the words could be undone, as if they could be shoved back into the doctor’s mouth and replaced with something else.
“What’s wrong with my baby?” she cried again, louder now, on the verge of panic.
“Tell me what the fuck is wrong with my child!”
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~Lyra~
Something’s wrong with the baby.
No. No. No. No. No.
That’s not something you just say. That’s not something you say like you’re commenting on the weather or asking if I’ve been nauseous.
You don’t press your stupid, gloved hand on my belly and say that something is wrong like it’s just a normal fucking Tuesday. What the fuck does that even mean? What is wrong? What do you feel? Why aren’t you saying anything? Why are you pressing and pausing and blinking like you didn’t just rip my entire chest open with five fucking words?
And why is Damon so still?
I can’t look at him.
I can’t.
I didn’t even know how bad I wanted this until she said something might be wrong.
I didn’t know how much I loved the tiny thing growing inside me until I felt my entire body curl inward, like I could wrap around my stomach and keep it safe just by thinking hard enough. I’d do anything. I’d bleed out for this child. I’d die if it meant keeping it safe.
“What’s wrong with my baby?” I screamed again. I was full-on sobbing now, the ugly kind of sobbing, with snot and hiccups and the kind of shaking that makes your fingers twitch and your throat close.
The doctor had the audacity to glance at me like I was the problem.
Like my reaction was too much.
Like I wasn’t allowed to scream and cry and fall apart over my baby.
I tried to sit up straighter. I tried to hold still so she could check better, so she could say just kidding or oh wait, false alarm, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I grabbed Damon’s wrist without even realizing it, squeezing so hard I felt my nails dig into his skin.
“Tell me,” I gasped, blinking so fast everything was a blur. “Please. Please just say it. Don’t pause. Don’t look at me like that. Just say what you felt. Say it fast. Say it all at once. Don’t stop. Don’t stop talking until you say it’s okay.”
I was rocking back and forth now, my whole body wrapped around my belly like I could will the baby to be safe if I just loved it hard enough.
I was eighteen. I didn’t know how to do any of this. I didn’t know how to be calm and patient and rational. I didn’t know how to be quiet when my heart was in my throat and the only thing I could hear was something is wrong.
“It can’t be dead,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Right? You would’ve said that. You would’ve said it if it was dead. You wouldn’t let me sit here and scream if it was dead. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t. Right?”
Nobody answered.
That made it worse.
I looked up. Damon was staring at the doctor like he was two seconds away from tearing her fucking throat out with his teeth. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth would crack. His arm under my grip was flexed, every muscle locked in place like he was holding himself back with everything he had.
And the doctor – she looked pale now. Like she realized this wasn’t just some clinical update. Like she realized she was sitting in the middle of a storm she couldn’t control.
“I’m not saying the baby is in danger,” she said slowly, cautiously, like she was choosing every word like it could explode. “I just need to perform a more detailed scan. What I felt… it could be nothing. It could also be a growth. Or a second heartbeat. Or an irregularity in the uterine lining. It’s not definitive.”
My mouth fell open.
“What?”
A second heartbeat?
A growth?
A fucking irregularity?
That is not nothing! That is not a tiny little maybe!
“You’re gonna check,” I snapped, voice wild, desperate, half-choked. “You’re gonna fucking check right now. You’re gonna do whatever scan, test, spell, witchcraft you need to do, and you’re gonna tell me exactly what’s inside me and why the fuck you said what you said. Because if this is just something you say to get off on the drama, I will scream so loud you’ll never work again.”
The doctor blinked. Damon didn’t even blink. He was too still. He was holding me now, both arms around me, one hand spread wide over my belly like he was shielding it with his entire soul.
“You said second heartbeat,” he said suddenly, his voice low and shaking and dangerous. “Are you telling me she might be having twins?”
I stopped breathing.
Twins?
What the fuck?
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
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My brain couldn’t process that fast enough. I was still trying to understand the first baby. I was still trying to understand pregnancy, mating, Alpha dick, heat, and now you’re telling me there might be two?
Tears were streaming down my face but my brain was flying in fifty directions. I felt nauseous. I felt hot. I felt dizzy. I felt every possible emotion all at once.
“What if one of them is sick?” I whispered, voice so small it didn’t sound like mine. “What if one is okay and the other one isn’t? What if one dies? Will the other survive? What if-what if-“
“What if I’m too young? What if my body can’t do it? What if I did something wrong already and I didn’t even know it? What if my stress is hurting them? What if screaming right now is making it worse? What if I lose one? Or both? Or all of them? What if I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant yet and now the universe is like HAHA, bitch, good luck surviving this?”
“Lyra,” the doctor said.
“I need you to calm down, okay? I know you’re young. I know this is a lot to process. But please. Listen to me. It’s not only the second heartbeat I feel.”
I stopped breathing.
No, no, no, no, no-don’t do this. Don’t say something that’s going to ruin my entire existence. My eyes were huge, my nails dug into Damon’s forearm so deep I felt the skin give a little. I didn’t blink. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t move.
The doctor took a breath and said the words I would never, ever forget for the rest of my entire life.
“I feel four heartbeats.”
Four. She said four. Not one. Not two. FOUR.
My whole body went cold and hot at the same time. My stomach dropped so violently I thought I was going to throw up all over the floor.
My brain couldn’t keep up. My mouth fell open and the only thing that came out was a high-pitched squeaky sound like a baby bird being slapped.
“WHAT?!” I screamed, and I’m not even joking, it echoed. “What the fuck do you mean four?! Four?! What are you talking about? Four what? Four cells? Four flutters? Four mistakes? Because if you mean four babies, I swear to God, I will faint and die and haunt you for the rest of your medical career!”
The doctor blinked at me like I was a wild animal cornered in a cage.
I flung my hands in the air like I was conducting an orchestra of panic. “Are you saying there’s four babies inside me? Like right now? As we speak? Just casually hanging out in my uterus like it’s a group project?!”
She nodded.
She actually fucking nodded.
“Oh my God,” I wailed, and I wasn’t being dramatic. I was being real. I grabbed Damon’s shirt, yanked him forward, and stared up at him with tears spilling from both eyes and my mouth fully trembling. “You did this. You. You put four pups in me. I swear to God Im gonna fucking kill you Damon. You said you’d breed me, not drown me in embryos!”
He didn’t even blink. He was still just holding me, his jaw tense, his arms flexing like he was preparing to catch me when I inevitably passed the fuck out.
I started pacing even though my legs were noodles.
“This is not normal! This is not what heat sex is supposed to do! I was supposed to get dicked down, have one surprise baby, cry about it, and then fall in love! That’s the romance plot! Not quadruplets!”
“Lyra-❞ the doctor started.
“No. Shut up. I’m talking. I’m eighteen. I didn’t even finish my college applications. I still use Hello Kitty stickers in my planner. My mom still thinks I’m a virgin. And now you’re telling me I’m going to be the mother of four?! At once?! Do you know what that does to a vagina?! I’ve seen documentaries!”
“I need you to take a deep breath-“
“Do you want me to die? Is that what this is? Are you trying to kill me with information? Because it’s working!” I dropped back onto the bed and started hyperventilating dramatically.
“My belly is going to explode. I’m going to be round like a pumpkin. No, not a pumpkin. A hot air balloon. I’ll be on the news.’ Local girl gives birth to four pups, cries herself into a coma.””
Damon finally moved. He knelt down in front of me and grabbed my face between his huge hands, and for one second, just one, I thought he was going to say something sweet.
He didn’t.
He growled.
“You’re going to carry them,” he said, his voice so low and deep I felt it in my spine. “You’re going to carry all of them. And I will protect you. I will protect every single heartbeat inside you. You hear me, Omega?”
I blinked rapidly, tears pouring out of me like I was a broken faucet. “I’m small,” I choked. “I’m five feet tall. I don’t even know how to swaddle a baby, and now I’m going to have four? What am I supposed to do? Stack them? Alphabetize them? Breastfeed them in rotation like a human merry-go-round?!”
His thumb stroked my cheek. “You’re going to be fine.”
“You’re going to have to oil me like a machine just to roll me out of bed. I won’t be able to see my toes. My feet are going to swell like balloons. Do you know how big I’ll get? I’ll be shaped like a watermelon truck! You did this to me, Damon!”
He smiled.
That smug, cocky Alpha smile that usually made me want to sit on his face and scream.
But right now?
It made me cry harder.
Because he looked proud.
Like he was proud of the chaos inside me. Like four babies was some kind of sick accomplishment.
I grabbed the doctor’s hand, eyes wild. “Are they okay? Are they safe? Are they healthy? Are you sure there’s not a fifth hiding in there like some evil twin waiting for the big reveal?”
She looked stunned. And honestly, same.
“I’ll run a scan,” she said. “Right now. But their heartbeats are strong. Very strong.”
I blinked. “They’re okay?”
She nodded.
I burst into sobs so hard my shoulders shook and snot flew out my nose, and Damon just pulled me into his lap like I wasn’t a ticking time bomb with four heartbeats and a panic problem.
I was eighteen.
And pregnant.
With four babies.
And somehow, I was still horny. Please don’t judge me.
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I spiraled.
“Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Why am I horny?” I cried, staring down at myself like my body had betrayed me in the most offensive, sluttiest way possible.
“What is happening to me?! This can’t be normal! I’m crying and pregnant and scared and probably going to die and my vagina is like, ‘Hey queen, now would be a really great time to get railed again.’ What the hell is wrong with me?!”
The doctor looked like she wanted to disappear. Damon looked like he wanted to take me up on it.
“No. Nope. Do not look at me like that,” I hissed at him, pointing a shaky finger at his face. “Don’t you dare do the growly Alpha thing. Not now. Not when I’m emotionally compromised and clinically insane. You think this is sexy? You think me ugly crying and threatening to name our babies Eenie, Meenie, Miney, and Fuck-It is hot?”
He smirked.
He actually smirked.
I gasped like I’d just been slapped with a dildo.
“I knew it,” I shrieked. “You’re not normal either! This whole thing is cursed. I’m over here crying about stretch marks and baby carriages and you’re looking at me like you want to bend me over the examination table while the doctor holds a fucking stethoscope to my belly!”
“Lyra,” Damon said, his voice low and rough, which was not helping, by the way, “your scent just changed.”
I blinked. “What scent?”
“Your scent baby,” he growled.
“Oh my God,” I screamed, and I tried to cross my legs but it was too late, I could feel it, my stupid pussy was soaked and my thighs were warm and I knew exactly what he meant. I was leaking. I was leaking like some Omega fountain of filth and pregnancy hormones.
“I’m disgusting!” I cried, flailing my arms dramatically. “This is wrong! I should be throwing up or fainting or making a baby registry! Not dripping slick all over your lap while we talk about quadruplets!”
“You’re not disgusting,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my lower belly like he was calming a wild animal.
“I feel disgusting! I feel like one of those girls in heat p**n who moan while the doctor fingers them during a check-up! I feel like I should be in a video titled ‘Pregnant and Desperate-Omega Needs Alpha Knot After Ultrasound Meltdown!””
The doctor cleared her throat and awkwardly took a step away from us.
I turned to her with wide, pleading eyes.
“Is this normal?” I demanded. “Am I broken? Is this some weird Omega hormone overload thing? Do I need pills? Therapy? A religious intervention?”
She looked slightly horrified but tried to keep it together.
“Pregnancy can heighten sensitivity,” she said, her voice as calm as possible considering I had just yelled about p**n. “ Especially in bonded Omegas. The increase in estrogen, oxytocin, and endorphins during early gestation can cause elevated arousal and emotional instability. It’s not unusual.”
I blinked. “So I’m not crazy?”
“No,” she said, clearly trying not to make eye contact with Damon. “Not at all.”
“Great,” I muttered. “So I’m just a sobbing, horny teenage Omega carrying four Alpha babies and leaking slick on your examination bed like some unhinged fertility goddess.”
“Basically,” Damon said under his breath, and I elbowed him in the ribs.
“I swear to God,” I hissed at him. “If you pull your cock out right now, I will ride it.”
And then I blinked.
I froze.
My hands slapped over my mouth like I could shove the words back inside me before they stained the air forever, but they were already out there, floating, echoing in the room like the world’s dirtiest confession.
Damon arched a brow. That fucking brow. The one he raises when he knows I’ve lost control. The one that says, Oh? Say that again, princess.
“Wait..no, no, no,” I stammered, throwing my hands up and pointing frantically at him like that would erase what I just said.
“Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. That was my horny brain talking. That was the Omega in me, okay? That was the sex demon version of me that shows up when you get too close and breathe through your nose like that and my slick starts leaking and I forget how to human.”
He didn’t say anything. His eyes just darkened.
“Oh my God, don’t smirk!” I gasped. “Seriously, you’re making it worse. Because now I can’t stop imagining it. You, standing right here in front of the doctor like some Alpha god with your cock out, hard, thick, veins pulsing, and me just climbing into your lap like a sex-starved housewife with zero shame and too much milk swelling in her tits.”
The doctor made a choked sound behind me, but I was too far gone.
“I’m not okay,” I whispered dramatically. “Like genuinely, mentally, spiritually, sexually..not okay. Do you know what I’m picturing right now? You pushing me back on this exam bed, lifting my legs, pulling my soaked panties to the side and just sliding in while I scream your name so loud the nurses outside faint.”
Damon stepped closer.
I took a shaky breath and slapped my hand over my forehead.
“I want it,” I confessed, full-blown unraveling. “I want you to ruin me again. Right here. With the doctor standing three feet away and my body all puffed up and fertile and leaking.
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“I want you to fuck me so deep I forget how to say the alphabet. I want to feel it, Damon. I want to feel your knot swell and stretch me open and lock me down so I don’t even remember what it was like to walk around without your cum inside me.”
I was panting now. Fully sweating. My legs were crossed and squirming. My thighs were wet. I didn’t know how to sit still. “I can feel my pussy clenching,” I moaned, like the whore I truly am. “It’s like it’s begging for you. I can’t help it. My womb heard the word ‘four babies’ and now she’s in full Omega heat mode like, yes Daddy, let’s double down on the destruction.” “Lyra,” the doctor said behind me, and her voice cracked a little. “I… I haven’t completed the scan.”
I spun toward her dramatically, arms flailing. “Then complete it! Before I start begging this man to bend me over and breed me again like I’m a p**n star in labor!”
She looked like she wanted to crawl under the bed and cry.
I turned back to Damon, eyes wild, voice breathy. “You have to help me. Or hurt me. Or fuck me until I pass out. I don’t care. Do something. Because my clit is throbbing. Like I can feel every heartbeat in it. I swear I can hear my own pussy breathing. She’s literally going ‘Damon… Damon… Damon…’ like she’s summoning you with a mating chant.”
I fanned myself with both hands. “I’m broken. I’m fucking broken. I’ve reached a level of horny I didn’t even know existed. And I still have tears on my face! Like, what is this? Some twisted Alpha-Omega kink where crying and creaming happen at the same time?!”
Damon stepped closer. His scent washed over me like sex and hunger and a hundred memories of what he did to me the last time I begged.
And suddenly, I didn’t care that we weren’t alone. I didn’t care that I was on a medical bed. I didn’t care that I was carrying four babies and had just screamed at a licensed professional.
All I cared about was the fact that I needed him.
Right here.
Right now.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Do something. Touch me. Push me. Pin me. I don’t care if I give birth right here on this table. Just fuck me first.”
And that was when the doctor dropped her stethoscope.
I turned to the doctor, panting, eyes wild. “I am begging you,” I gasped, and it was not cute. I was full-blown feral.
“Please finish the scan. Please. Because if you don’t, and he touches me, I will not be able to stop him. He could put me in a chokehold, throw me on the floor, and fuck me into labor, and I’d thank him for it. I need closure before I let this man rearrange my guts again.”
The doctor looked like she was deciding whether to scan me or call the fucking police.
She picked up the stethoscope like it was a holy relic, cleared her throat with the exhaustion of a woman who had not signed up for this level of chaos, and said in the driest voice imaginable, “Please lie back, Miss Lyra. I’m just going to run the wand over your abdomen.”
I flopped back like a corpse in heat.
“Great. Amazing. Yes. Check the babies. All four. See if they’re twerking or planning their next life. Just do it fast before I hump this man’s leg and completely ruin your licensure.”
Damon’s hand moved to my ankle, just a brush, just a tiny touch, but I gasped like I’d been electrocuted.
“Don’t do that!” I shrieked. “That’s how it starts! First it’s your hand on my ankle, then it’s your hand on my thigh, and before we know it I’m bent over this medical tray begging you to shove your knot in me while the doctor screams for security.”
He didn’t say a word. But his fingers flexed.
I whimpered.
“You like it,” I said, my voice breathy, scandalized, almost a moan. “You fucking like this. You love me like this. Crying and leaking and terrified and still asking to get split open like a breeding doll. Admit it.”
He didn’t answer.
His eyes said everything.
Yes. He loved it. Fucking asshole.