Ch. 281..285: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 281-285

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 281

“I know this hurts but I have to remove this before the fabric grows back into your body. This won’t take long for your wolf to heal so I have to move quickly.” He said as he ignored my question.

Looking up, The house was fully engulfed and part of the wall had fallen in on itself. Gunther saved my life. “Where are we?” “Just an old abandoned house that Anthony used as a safe house.” Gunther seemed annoyed that I was even asking questions. “Does Alec know where I am?” I asked as Gunther started working on my shirt.

“No. Shit is hitting the fan so I took a hunch and it paid off.” Gunther sat back and looked at me. “I need you to lean forward.” As gently as I could, I sat forward. “Is my back okay?”

“Actually, yes. You can lay back down on your back. I need to get the rest of your shirt off. I’m sorry but I have to touch you to do that.”

My eyes traveled down. Realizing that my shirt had melted into my chest and on my breast was not something I was looking forward to but he was right. “That’s fine.” I said as I allowed him to help me lay down. It actually felt better on my ribs anyway.

Sierra had refocused her energy on my legs so they weren’t hurting as much as they did. “Alpha Alec is attacking Anthony’s pack right now.” His hands pushed my breast to the side so he could peel off some of my shirt that was stuck between my breast. It almost felt like if he distracted himself, he wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. His hands were shaking but I couldn’t decide if it was nerves or if he was afraid I was going to kill him.

“Anthony is headed to a beach. He is abandoning his pack and they are taking Adalynn to raise her as their own.”

Gunther stopped working and froze. His hand was cupping my breast but his attention was now on me. “He said that?”

“Yeah. He told me he was leaving behind the responsibilities and going to relax on a beach.” I had to cough a few times but my lungs were feeling better. Sierra’s energy level was getting low but she powered on.

“If he abandoned his pack….” Gunther was working something out in his own mind.

“Gunther?” He seemed to not hear me. “GUNTHER!” I yelled. It was painful and sent me into another coughing fit.

“What?” His eyes snapped down to mine.

“Can you ponder what that means when your hand isn’t holding my boob and you are done cleaning my wounds?”

His small stature was surprising but I knew looks were deceiving. Each arm was extremely defined but the purpose of a gamma was to protect the luna and blending into a crowd was part of that.

He wasn’t walking aggressively. His hands were swinging around his side but his palms were facing up as if he was saying he wasn’t a threat. “Alpha Alec?” He asked finally as he came to the entrance of his territory.

Taking a step forward, I looked directly into his eyes. “That’s me.”

He took a minute to look behind him before he turned back to me. “I know why you are here and I can assure you, we are not the enemy.”

“Your alpha kidnapped my luna and my daughter.” I started taking a few steps towards him.

“For my alpha’s sins I will surely pay but please just listen!” He pleaded as I came up to him. Wrapping my hand around his neck, his feet left the grass.

“NO!” I heard a women scream in the distance. Looking behind him, I saw her fall to her knees in agony.

The guy tried to look behind him but I kept him facing forward. “Please! Just listen to me before you kill me!” He struggled to get the words out.

Putting him back on his feet, it took everything in me to not just snap his neck. “Better make it good.”

“Alpha Anthony left us.” He coughed as he tried to talk.

“Left you?” Colt asked as he stepped forward.

“Yes. He denounced his ties. Alp- Anthony abandoned us. Two helicopters left for something and only one returned. The warriors that went said he kidnapped your luna and daughter. However, he took them on a different helicopter somewhere else. The plan was to bring them back here and force you to sit down to discuss a peace treaty. He knew you were bigger and we didn’t stand a chance if it came to a war but when he didn’t come back, I knew. It was only a few minutes ago that he denounced his ties to this pack.”

I was shocked. He played his own pack. He lied to his warriors about what was going to happen. “Where is my luna and daughter?” I asked, half way not caring about their alpha problem.

“I don’t know sir. However, we do not want to fight. We know we will lose and we want to preserve our lives if possible. I am out here, hoping you would consider sparing us. The entire pack, women and children included are in the large gym. We have no weapon and we ask that you grant us pardon. You can have free rein over the pack house and over Anthony’s office. The pack is lost and unsure what to do. We need an alpha but we don’t want to die for the sins of Anthony. We surrender to you and are willing to listen to your direction in exchange for our lives.”

“You don’t know where he took Kristen?”

“I don’t but like I said, you can go to his office and look at it.”

“What is your name?” Colt asked. He sounded just as confused as we were.

“Oliver.”

Grabbing his arm, I pulled him with me. “If you are lying, you will be the first to die.” I growled as we marched our way inside. “Understood.” He said with more confidence that I expected.

“Where is the gym?” Colt asked.

“To the left.”

The woman stood up. Tears ran down her face. It was clear she wanted to run to him but he must have been telling her to stop because she backed up and let us pass without issue.

The pack was a ghost town. Not a single soul was walking around. No one was in windows looking at us. The packhouse was visible on the right. I had to double look but there was a pile of guns, ammo and who knows what else in front of the steps. Almost like they deposited everything in attempt to not get killed.

 

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 282

~ Damon ~

The look in her eyes when I told her I would kill her nearly tore me apart. I had not meant to say those words. They slipped out before I could chain them back

The second they left my mouth, I regretted them, but regret did not erase the damage. Her face broke in front of me.

Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened with terror, betrayal, and disbelief. The bond dragged her fear straight into me and it carved me open like a blade.

I did not mean to hurt her in that way. I did not mean to shatter her with the weight of my threat. But the thought of her body reacting to my brother, even for a split second, filled me with such fury that I could not hold it back.

My brother. My twin. The man whose face mirrored mine, the one who had no right to breathe the same air as her, let alone provoke a reaction from her body. That truth poisoned me. It made me reckless.

My wolf’s voice growled inside me, dark and merciless. She is ours. Ours alone. No other man can touch her. No other man can pull a sound from her lips. Not even him. If she dares, if she falters, we will end her before we allow our bond to be tainted.

“Kitten,” I said, my voice dropping low as I forced every ounce of control I still had into it, “do not mistake me. I will never let you go. Not to him. Not to anyone.”

Her tears spilled over and her voice lashed back at me. “Then maybe you should destroy me right now, Damon, because you do not trust me. You do not trust me at all!”

She was right, and 1 despised her for being right. I did not trust her when his face stood in front of her. I did not trust the instincts that had betrayed her for a heartbeat.

I slammed my palm against the headboard beside her head and the wood cracked under the force. She jumped, her body curling inward, but her voice did not falter.

“I hate you,” she whispered, and the sound of it nearly finished me. “I hate you for even thinking I could want him. I hate you for making me feel dirty, for making me feel like I did something wrong when all I have ever done is want you. Only you, Damon. Always you.”

My wolf howled inside me, furious and desperate at once. She is telling the truth. She is yours. She has always been yours. Stop doubting her. Stop pushing her away. She does not belong to him. She belongs to us. Take her. Claim her. Make her remember.

But even as the truth rang through me, my anger did not die. It rose higher, clawing through me like fire. I grabbed her jaw,

forcing her face up so I could see every tear in her eyes. My thumb pressed against her pulse, feeling it race wildly under my hand.

“Do not ever say you hate me again. Do not even think it. We are already past hate, kitten. We are bound. You do not get to run from me. You do not get to spit those words into the air and expect me to let them live between us.”

Her tears glistened and her lips trembled, but even then I could feel the heat of her body, the undeniable pull of the bond, and the way my wolf thrashed for her.

I wanted to crush her mouth beneath mine until she drowned in the taste of me. I wanted to drive every memory of my brother’s face from her body until nothing remained.

My wolf surged forward, his voice louder than my own thoughts. Take her. Breed her until she forgets. Breed her until her body remembers only us. She is ours. She is whimpering for us. She needs to be reminded.

Fuck The truth burned inside me like fire. I wanted to angry fuck her. I wanted to grab her by the waist and slam her down into these sheets until her voice was nothing but broken moans that carried my name.

I wanted to take her in a way that would erase every doubt from her mind, a way that would leave her body so ruined she would never mistake another man’s face for mine again.

But when I looked at her, when I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, when I saw the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, broken breaths, something inside me twisted viciously.

My little kitten. I had made her cry. Not the kind of tears I love to see, not the tears of pleasure when she is shaking around me, begging me for more, but tears of pain. Tears born from my words. I had cut her, and now she was bleeding where I could l’l0t see.

My wolf ’s voice tore through me, demanding, punishing, ruthless. Fix this. Do not let her believe that lie. She is ours. We do not destroy what belongs to us. We claim it. We fuck the sadness out of her until she cannot breathe without us. Until she cannot think without us. Until she knows only us.

I ripped my shirt off, the fabric tearing as I dragged it over my head and tossed it aside. I let her see my body, every scar carved across my chest, every mark of the life I lived before her.

My voice dropped low, as I stared at her trembling against the headboard. “Come to Daddy.”

Her arms folded tightly across her chest, her body shaking as if she were holding herself together with nothing but willpower.

Her voice came out in tears, raw and fragile but strong enough to hit me where it hurt most. “No, Damon. I am not coming. You said you wanted to kill me.”

Those words pierced straight through me. She believed me. She believed the monster I had threatened her with.

My own mate, my own kitten, thought I would destroy her. The bond twisted, choking me with her grief until I could barely breathe.

I stepped forward, my chest heaving with the force of what I carried inside me, my cock already straining against my pants because anger and desire always lived side by side in me. Chapters first released on FindN0vel.net

“I am sorry, baby. I should never have said that. I lost control for a second and I let my rage speak for me. I will never kill you. I will never hurt you like that. You are mine. You are my mate. I swore to protect you, and I do not break my vows.”

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Her eyes lifted to mine, wide and wet, and the mistrust cut me open in ways no blade ever could. She still doubted me. She still trembled like a girl caught between love and fear.

My wolf growled softer now, pushing, urging, demanding. She does not need only words. She needs truth carved into her body. She needs to feel us inside her until the fear drowns. She needs to be marked, bred, owned, and soothed all at once. Show her who she belongs to. Show her she is ours forever.

I reached for her, I brushed my thumb across her jaw, pressing against her pulse, feeling the beat of her heart against my skin. My cock throbbed, heavy and unyielding, but I held myself back for one breath longer, because she needed to hear it again.

“Come to me, kitten. Let me hold you. Let me put my mouth on you until you forget your tears. Let me fuck you until you scream my name so loud the Goddess herself hears it. Let me remind you that you belong to me, not in fear, not in doubt, but in truth. Only me. Always me.”

Her lips trembled when I leaned in. Fuck, the taste of her. Sweet, trembling, furious, afraid.I kissed her harder, slow enough to torment, deep enough to make her whimper against me, and every sound she made sent my cock throbbing against the constraint of my pants.

Her lips parted under mine and I slid my tongue inside, tasting her whimper, tasting the tears that still clung to her. My wolf roared inside me, clawing, growling, his voice low and insistent.

Take her deeper. Kiss her until she drowns. Bite her until she bleeds. She is wet for us already. She is crying for us. She belongs in our hands, in our mouth, under our cock

I dragged my mouth from her lips down to her jaw, slow and hungry, sucking against the sensitive skin until I knew I would leave a bruise that told every eye who she belonged to.

“Do you feel that, kitten?” I growled against her skin. “That is me. That is your Alpha. That is the man who will fuck you until you forget your name, until you forget your pain, until there is nothing left of you except my scent, my seed, and my claim carved into your body.”

I kissed her throat, slower this time, dragging my tongue along her pulse, groaning when I felt it flutter wildly against me.

“You thought I would kill you, baby? No. I will keep you alive forever so I can ruin you every night. I will keep you breathing so you never escape the way my cock fills you, the way my teeth mark you, the way my hands hold you down. You belong to me, and 1 will spend my entire life proving it to you.”

Her arms were still folded against her chest, her tears still wet on her cheeks, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs shifted. Her breath hitched when I pressed my fingers in her pussy. Fuck my baby’s wet.

She tilted her chin just enough to catch my eyes, her tears still fresh, her lips swollen from my kiss.

“You said you wanted to kill me some minutes ago,” she whispered, her voice trembling but teasing, raw but laced with fire. “ And now you want to fuck me? Damon, you are so twisted.”

Her laugh turned into a moan when I pressed her hands on my dick, letting her feel the brutal hardness straining against my pants.

“Oh fuck, how much I love you. You have no idea what you do to me. You scare me, you ruin me, you make me want things I should not want.

“And you know what I want from you right now, Damon. Give it to me. Give me head. Put that mouth where I need it. Suck my pussy until I scream.” For original chapters go to fιɴdnοvel.net

My cock throbbed violently at her words, every word shooting fire down my spine. My wolf snarled, his voice savage and wild inside my head.

Do it. Drag her panties down. Bury your tongue in her until she cries for us. Drink her. Taste her. Make her body forget everything except the way she comes on our mouth.

I growled, low and dangerous, my lips grazing the corner of her mouth as I answered. “You want my mouth on you, kitten? You want me to taste you while your tears are still wet on your face?

“You want me to fuck you with my tongue until you can’t breathe?” I kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip until she whimpered. “Then spread your thighs for Daddy and let me worship my mate the way she deserves.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 284

When I was done laying all the cards of lies and conspiracies on the table, Maera simply slumped into her seat. Her eyes went distant, her mouth agape as the multitude of revelations sank in.

The rest of us let the silence reign, watching her compose herself again, though her gaze still held a faraway focus. It drifted unsteadily, landing on each of us in turn where we now stood in her office.

“She was a decoy… a replacement. Eve Valmont is still alive. The cursed twin is still alive,” she muttered, though it wasn’t clear who she was speaking to.

I was certain she herself wasn’t sure.

She ran her callused hand over her face and took a long breath. “She is alive,” she repeated, but this time it sounded as if she were trying to convince herself. “She is alive.”

I could tell by the way Sage’s eyes lingered on each of us that she was worried for the commander who called her queen.

Maera rose, dragging both hands through her hair. “We really don’t know anything about this…” she uttered. “This man—his plans. In all the months, with all the intelligence we gathered, we had no clue. What else are we lacking? Where else?”

I took a step toward her, holding myself back from placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “The information you have most likely came from the answers to the questions you asked the rescued captives and prisoners you captured. I doubt anyone would have thought to ask after the supposedly dead princess you watched die.”

She gazed up at me. “Is she okay?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I was at their birthday party—the night it all started. She was so scared when she shifted. I saw red eyes and I just… knew. But I expected her father to be lenient in the way fathers are with their daughters. He made the toast, he was smiling, he told the girls he loved them.” Her eyes glazed, as if the night was flashing over in her mind—memories of an incident she still hadn’t been able to accept had happened the way it did.

She blinked slowly, as though her mind had to recover from the fog it had found itself in. “James too—he changed. I didn’t recognize him. I begged him to remember that Eve had no control over the prophecy, that she was still innocent, that she could still be steered.” She pursed her lips as they quivered. Her fists clenched, as if she were holding herself together by force. “Then he gets engaged to Ellen within the week. He becomes Beta…” Her tears fell, her voice faltering for just a second. “I lost him then. He became Darius’ enforcer—his dog.” Her words curled with venom.

Sage’s small hand reached across the space between them, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Commander…”

Cain, sensing her intent, shifted her gently in his arms until she was close enough for her fingers to brush Maera’s sleeve. When Sage’s touch lingered, Maera glanced down in surprise, as if snapping out of a daze.

Without hesitation, Sage reached up with her free hand and brushed away the tear that had cut down Maera’s cheek. It was a small, almost childlike gesture—unpolished but deeply sincere.

The commander’s face softened. She managed a faint, weary smile—the kind born from gratitude rather than happiness. “Thank you, queen,” she murmured.

I stepped forward, my gaze never leaving her. “Maera… James. Was he marked too? Could this be compulsion, not his will?”

She shook her head slowly, eyes dark with a grief that had long since burned into steel. “No. He made sure I knew. Said it with his own mouth—that he wasn’t being controlled—so that I would accept it. So I’d stop hoping.”

Her voice wavered, but there was no mistaking the truth in it. “I lost my son that day… and Darius gained a perfect weapon.”

When the silence finally broke, it was with my voice. “Why did you want the truth so badly, Maera? The whole story—no half-measures.” This text is hosted at fındnovel.net

She blinked, the question dragging her fully back into the room. Her lips pressed together, her jaw tightening before she answered. “It’s Ellen,” she said quietly, as if even speaking the name might summon something unwelcome. “She woke up.”

I stilled.

Maera’s gaze held mine. “When I went to serve her dinner… she spoke. Says she has information. But she wants to talk to you first.”

My ears twitched before I could stop them, the faintest tremor running down my spine. My blood heated—half apprehension, half something dangerously close to hope. “What does she want here?” I asked, though I already had a suspicion.

Maera’s expression didn’t waver, but I caught the hesitation in her eyes. “She says she wants to talk about Eve.”

The words landed like a drop of ink in water—spreading through me, staining everything else.

We moved out together, the echo of boots against concrete carrying us down the corridor. Cain adjusted Sage’s weight in his arms, keeping her steady. Kael fell into step on my left, his attention flicking between me and Maera.

As we descended toward the bunker, I glanced sideways at the commander. “Why do you look like you’re marching to your own execution?”

Her answer was blunt, yet measured. “Because she’s only willing to trust you with what she knows… if Eve trusted you.”

That earned a ripple of confusion through the group. Kael arched a brow, voicing what we were all thinking. “And how exactly is she going to figure that out?”

No one spoke.

The air grew colder as we approached the reinforced cell door. The low light pooled in dull copper against the steel, shadows gathering thick in the corners. And then—before anyone could try to answer—

“Because,” came the voice from inside, startlingly clear, “she is my twin.”

It cut through the hall like a blade, and for the briefest heartbeat, the world seemed to still.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 285

The sound of her voice cut through the corridor like a drawn blade, halting us mid-step. For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed.

Cain’s arms tightened subtly around Sage as we closed the remaining distance to the cell. Kael and I exchanged a glance—confusion flickering in his eyes, worry in mine.

I gave him a look that promised I would tell him soon.

He nodded, understanding the message I was trying to convey.

From inside came her voice again, this time quieter. “I want him. Only him.”

Her meaning was obvious—her eyes were on me, even through the wall.

Maera’s jaw ticked, but she signaled to the guard who had not been there before. The locking mechanism released with a sharp click, and the door groaned open on its hinges.

Light bloomed as I stepped in, and for a second the world shifted at what greeted my return to this place.

Hours ago, when I’d last seen her, Ellen had looked like a woman pressing toward seventy; deep lines etched into her face, grey skin sagging with the weight of decades and hardship beyond comprehension. Back then, she had looked like she could have melted off her own bones. Now, under the flicker of the overhead lamp, the wrinkles had receded. The sallow tone had given way to a faint flush, like the first rush of blood to frozen skin. She looked… younger. Mid-fifties, perhaps.

If this situation hadn’t been so eerie—compounded by the high-stakes game our lives had long since become—I might have asked…

“What anti-aging cream do you use?” Cain said, as though reading my mind.

Sage’s voice slipped from Cain’s arms, soft but carrying in the quiet. “You got even younger… than the first two times.”

That caught every eye in the room. Kael’s brows knit sharply. Maera turned fully toward the girl, but there was no surprise on her face. Of course, she already knew.

“The first two times?” I asked, my tone low but edged.

Sage glanced at me, then back to Ellen’s face. “The night they found her… she looked like she was ninety. Skin like wrinkled paper. Hair nearly white, not even grey. Then, a few days later, she looked maybe ninety, then eighty. And now…” She gestured helplessly. “Now this.”

Maera’s voice was tight. “Aging in reverse,” she muttered.

Ellen smiled faintly, though it didn’t touch her eyes. “Not reverse. Reclamation. Piece by piece. I have given so much for Malrik’s plans.”

The weight of her gaze settled on me, unblinking. “And the rest of it,” she said, “is something only you get to hear. Only if you treated my sister well enough for her to trust you. Or else… your pack will burn without you knowing where the fire was lit. And when you realise, it will already be too late.” Her unblinking gaze did not leave me. She looked at me like she was looking through me, attempting to unravel me before the questions came.

But this was far from my first rodeo.

Her eyes narrowed, the tension sharp enough to slice with a butter knife. “Enter, Alpha Hades.”

Maera’s shoulders tensed at the exclusion, but she stepped back. Cain’s eyes flicked between Ellen and me, calculating. Kael’s hand twitched—a sign of his dread and nervousness.

The cell door began to close, the heavy sound reverberating through the air until it sealed us in together.

“You want to know why I’m changing,” Ellen said, her voice lower now, threaded with something unreadable.

I didn’t answer, because I had a feeling that whatever explanation she gave was going to reach far beyond her.

She came closer, still slouching, until she stood right in front of me. “Hades Stravos,” she spoke the name like she tasted it—and didn’t particularly like the taste.

The feeling was mutual, despite what she had revealed about herself. Things I still wasn’t sure I fully believed.

“Ellen Valmont,” I replied, though it was more of a counter.

Her voice was monotone, which somehow made it hit harder. “Who killed your family, Hades?”

My mind stuttered for a second, but I spoke, even though the answer still had the power to leave me breathless. “Eve killed my family. She killed my father and brother.” Get full chapters from Fɪnd-Novel.net

The people outside the cell gasped. I could hear Maera distinctly. Maybe I hadn’t laid down all my cards.

She had no reaction to that.

“Your wife and child?”

“Felicia Montegue was responsible,” I replied. “But she took my child as hers.”

Her brows rose slightly. “Do you forgive Eve for the hand she had in the massacre?” she asked.

“There is nothing to forgive. She did nothing wrong.” I crooked a brow. “We both know that.”

Something flickered in her eyes—something that looked pathetically close to guilt.

She seemed to collect herself quickly. “What is Eve’s favourite hobby?”

“Painting,” I replied, barely letting her finish the question. “Especially faces and eyes.”

Ellen watched me for a long, measured moment, as if committing the answer to memory.

“How many freckles does she have on her whole person?” she asked.

Again, without hesitation: “Twenty-three on her face. Thirty-seven on her body.”

Cain whistled, and I cut him a glare before turning back to Ellen.

Her eyes widened slightly before she pursed her lips. “What were her feelings towards Silverpine—the civilians?”