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Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 301

For a moment, no one dared to move. My arm around Elliot tightened, and he snuggled closer, detecting the tension the air was now wrought with. This was an entirely new kind of tension; before, it had been like a candle melting to the end of its wick while we searched for clues with whatever light we had left. Now, it was the chilling tick of a bomb above us.

“Retrieve it,” Montegue ordered one of the Gammas, who were still stunned into silence like the rest of us. “Now.”

They obeyed. One stepped forward, shifting swiftly. His wolf leapt up and swatted the envelope down with a large paw.

I caught it midair, waiting for Montegue to step in beside me as I tore open the crimson parchment, my hands surprisingly steady.

The envelope was still heavy as I retrieved the first item my fingers touched: a letter.

I calmed my raging heart, steeling myself against the nausea from the dread.

Flipping open the folded sheet, I spread it out for us to read.

At first the words were jumbled, blurred, almost unwilling to reveal themselves—then they sharpened.

“My Lovely Crimson,” it began. My dread fizzled into disdain; I knew exactly who had written it.

My jaw clenched as my eyes flicked left to right, reading James’s venom.

“I know it must come as a surprise, especially after our little spat—five or, I don’t know, six years ago? We never really got to talk about it. I know it’s late, but is it ever really too late to get some much-deserved closure?”

My grip on the paper hardened, vitriol flooding my veins.

“I know my decision still weighs heavily on that beautiful mind of yours. Yet it still hurts that you decided our enemy would be the one to replace me in your heart. Your father was none too pleased by that. Crimson, you were always mine. Even when you lay beside him, you were mine.”

I wanted to gag.

Even through the flourishes and curves of his writing, I could hear the smugness—the hidden cruelty laced between every word.

“It was for the good of not just Silverpine Pack but the werewolf race as a whole—or at least the worthy ones. Every action, though cruel, has been carefully thought out and has gone smoothly according to plan. Though I cannot divulge all the riveting details—you being a traitor now and all.”

I bit back the urge to call him every slur that seared through my mind. That was the last thing my son needed to hear.

“But it would seem that you have truly become an obstacle in our course.”

I could almost imagine him pressing harder with his pen here, the ink darker, the letters gouged deeper.

“Even more than your so-called ’pack’ already was. I won’t lie—I never thought you capable. Hollowed, useless… who would have believed you’d become such a thorn in our side? You managed to make that hybrid scum fall for you. You stood before his people holding his hand. You fought us back even when I told you his real plans. You let our little spy, Felicia Montegue, be uncovered—by manipulating her child, no less.

You should have come back begging for a place with us, especially since, during our last visit, we emphasized you could always return home. Yet you remain stubborn. And the next thing—you’re confessing your identity before his people.

You foiled our plans. You interfered with our hold on Ellen and even helped her escape, keeping her from us. All this before the war itself. I have to applaud you.”

The words sickened me, bile burning the back of my throat. Content originally comes from Fɪnd-Novel.net

“But now, we have no time for games. I have some gifts for you.”

I stopped reading and reached into the envelope.

My hand found smooth sheets. Pictures.

The first glimpse was enough to make me shield Elliot’s eyes.

Cold dread prickled my skin, goosebumps rising as I stared at Kael, bound upright to some kind of contraption. His clothes were torn, deep gashes scored his flesh, bruises bloomed across what skin remained visible.

His fingers—

Broken. Crushed.

I almost reeled back but forced myself to stay steady, adjusting Elliot on my hip as I handed the picture to Montegue.

The second photo showed Hades and Cain, but in uniforms I had never seen before. They weren’t personal garb—no weapons, no familiar marks of home. Their eyes were shadowed, their postures subdued.

I swallowed hard, passing that one to Montegue as well. His face paled further, and the weight of it dropped into my chest.

I forced myself back to the words.

“You have twelve hours to release Ellen to us, and yourself as well. If you do not, all the hybrids you cling to will be promptly neutralized—their heads sent back so that little hybrid pipsqueak can see the result of your selfishness and stupidity. And don’t think to stall. I’ll be watching the clock, and so will they. Every hour you delay, one finger, one bone, one howl from your precious hybrids will be crushed.”

See you soon, Crimson. Can’t wait to have you back.

Your first love,

James.”

The paper trembled in my grip, though I forced my fingers to hold steady. The last lines of his signature still burned into my eyes, the cruelty of his “first love” cutting deeper than any blade.

Around me, the silence stretched until it felt like the whole house had stopped breathing. Even the guards, usually stiff and unreadable, stood frozen—shock etched into their faces.

Montegue’s jaw worked slowly, his pallor stark against the dim light. His fingers tightened over his cane, the knuckles whitening as though the wood itself bore the weight of his fury. When his gaze lifted, it wasn’t only fear I saw, but something else—resolve sharpened like steel tempered in fire.

Elliot stirred against me, sensing what my words had not yet confirmed. His small voice was fragile but steady. “Mummy, I can’t read the big words yet, is it from daddy. Is he coming back home?”

Something in me cracked, split open into a cavernous opening that bleed out the hope from me, agony rushing in.

He was intelligent enough to plant a bomb on his person, steal his own medical history document to expose Felicia, strong enough to shift into a wolf but still too little to catch most words. He was just a baby. How could tell him that we had been threatened and that I had to go if daddy would ever come back and that was only if Silverpine had morals, which they didn’t.

It was too heavy of a truth, even for him, so I swallowed the truth like poison and I lied. “Yes, it is from daddy. He is coming back home.”

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The sun bled over the horizon, and I felt the drag in my wings—too exposed, too bright. Kael’s hand pressed harder against my shoulder, a silent agreement.

We dropped lower, circling once before I forced the descent. The landing jarred through me, talons gouging earth before folding tight against my back. Dust rose, quick and sharp.

“Here,” Kael said, already pulling me toward the cover of the trees. His voice was clipped, urgency replacing wonder.

The forest swallowed us, shadows wrapping tight. I hunched my wings in, muscles burning, and let the canopy close overhead. The sky could wait.

For now, we had to disappear until nightfall.

Controlling my new wings to launch turned out to be far easier than the landing. The uneasy sensation—like the feeling of falling—held me back from fully tucking my wings so my feet could touch the ground.

“Easy…” Kael muttered, the edges of his words strained with fear, one he tried to hide.

I forced my wings tighter, the joints aching as the membranes scraped bark and brush. Every instinct screamed to keep them half-spread, to resist the drop, but the ground rushed up regardless. My feet struck hard, knees buckling, claws gouging lines through the soil before I steadied.

Kael’s grip lingered at my shoulder until he was sure I wouldn’t topple. Only then did he let out a breath, sharp and shaky.

The trees loomed close around us, branches netting the first rays of dawn, muting them to fractured light. I folded myself into the shadows, tucking the last gleam of wing out of sight.

“Good,” Kael murmured, though his jaw stayed tight. His eyes flicked to the open stretch behind us, to the distant roofs of the village barely visible beyond the treeline. “Too many eyes in daylight. We wait here.”

I gave a short nod, chest heaving. The muscles along my back throbbed, wings twitching with every pulse of blood, restless against concealment.

The weight of the wings pressed heavy against me, straining against the cage of trees. My body wasn’t made to be sky and earth at once. The forest wanted me smaller, hidden. Human.

I braced my hand against a trunk, bark biting my palm, and willed it. The change.

Heat lanced through my spine, sharp enough to drag a snarl from my throat. Bone ground against bone, joints wrenching as if my own skeleton were fighting itself. The wings shuddered, then curled in violently, folding until the membranes tore back into nothing but skin.

I collapsed to my knees, chest heaving, sweat slicking my face. My claws split, retreating into fingers that shook with the aftermath. The world shrank with me—shadows less vast, the air no longer carrying me but pressing down heavy.

Kael crouched close, his hand catching my shoulder as though to anchor me through it. He didn’t speak. He only watched, green eyes dark with the fear he tried so hard to keep buried.

When it was done, I was left kneeling in the dirt, bare and trembling, the forest closing tight around me like it had been waiting for me to fall back into place.

I spat blood into the soil, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and forced myself upright. My voice was rough, raw from the strain.

“Nightfall,” I rasped. “We move again at nightfall.” Check latest chapters at ⓝovelFind.net

Kael nodded once, wordless. But his grip stayed, firm on my arm.

He shifted, the leather strap creaking as he swung the pack off his shoulder. He dug through it with quick, practiced movements, then pressed a battered water bottle into my hand.

“Drink,” he said simply.

I twisted the cap with fingers that still shook and brought it to my mouth. The first swallow burned dry down my throat, metallic and stale, like rust scraped from old iron. I forced down another gulp, but the taste only worsened, turning sour in my mouth.

It wasn’t what I wanted. Not what I needed.

The thirst coiled low in me, deeper than exhaustion, sharper than hunger. Every vein hummed with it, every heartbeat rattling against the craving. The memory of the wind and the sky was already slipping, replaced by the gnawing want for something thicker, richer. Sanguine.

I lowered the bottle, jaw tight, swallowing the bile of it. Kael was still crouched in front of me, green eyes steady, waiting for me to take more. I forced another swig, the water tasting like ash against my tongue.

“Better?” he asked.

I gave a short nod and shoved the bottle back into his hand. My throat worked, but I said nothing of the hunger clawing inside me.

Because I knew the truth. I had leaned too deep into it—the winged strength, the sky, the survival—and now the part of me that wasn’t wolf had woken with teeth.

I had used my vampiric ability of flight throughout the night, and I had been alive long enough to know that part of my hybrid nature would want something in return.

Blood.

I caught my thoughts before they could consume me.

“We need to find somewhere to hide,” Kael muttered, looking me over like he could detect that something was wrong. “But first, I will survey the area to see just how far from civilians we are or how alone we can be in these woods. You need to rest—you flew all night.”

I dipped my head and watched him shift and disappear into the surrounding foliage.

I took a huge gulp of air, muscles aching and nerves burning. I shuffled, making sure I was completely hidden. Everything throbbed, the familiar tang of blood scorching my throat as I doubled over and regurgitated blood and the water I had just drunk.

This could be bad—or normal. It was possible my body was rejecting the water because of extreme strain and exhaustion, or… it was rejecting it because it was not blood.

As a Lycan, craving blood was nothing new, but a small diluted quantity from good quality wine always staved off the hunger. This was different.

I needed it straight from the source.

My ear twitched at the sound of footfall. I straightened instantly, a red haze clouding my vision. Blood roared in my ears, hunger momentarily blinding me. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me.

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The air burned cold through my nostrils as I dragged it in, sharp and raw. The hunger painted everything red. My nails lengthened, black creeping over them like ink bleeding through parchment.

I knew what it was. I wasn’t supposed to—not with the wolf part suppressed, not with the vampire whispering louder—but instinct screamed the truth.

Deer.

Its scent was vivid, thick on my tongue as though I’d already torn into its hide. My vision shifted, the forest trail unfurling before me in strange, unnatural clarity. Each bent blade of grass, each broken twig gleamed like arrows etched into the earth, pointing me forward.

I stalked through the undergrowth, every step soundless despite the pounding in my ears. The path pulled me toward a pond, its surface silver with the touch of dawn.

And there it was.

The deer grazed, head bowed, unknowing. My muscles coiled, fangs pressing against my lip as I readied myself. The hunger roared louder—then froze.

Footsteps.

Not the soft, clumsy tread of prey. Heavy. Human.

I stilled, senses split as voices floated through the trees.

“…Alpha Darius’ men are back at it again,” a man muttered, low but sharp. “The barricades—gods, they’ve never been this bad. Arrested civilians yesterday, all because they broke curfew. Came back this morning like ghosts, traumatized out of their wits. The Alpha’s losing it.”

A hiss of breath. Then a woman’s voice, urgent, slicing his words.

“Quiet! Someone might hear. You’ll have us both reported for treason.”

The man scoffed. “Treason? More like they’ll cash in. What’s the bounty again? A million? At least they’ll get their share.”

Her laughter was bitter, cracking like twigs underfoot. “And for what? The message was vague at best. Foreigners, he said. Foreigners? Obsidian Pack has never once crossed our borders. Only the trading routes. Except…” She lowered her tone, hesitating. “…the Fangs. And I wouldn’t even know what a Lycan was, if not for their fangs.”

My jaw clenched, heart rattling with more than hunger now.

So Darius was losing his mind. Throwing money, spreading fear, turning his own people into spies with coin dangling before them. If he was branding us as foreigners and beasts, then he was desperate enough to gamble everything.

And worse—he was looking for me. For us. Latest content published on find⸺novel.net

I backed into the shadow of the trees, forcing the hunger down my throat, forcing the wings still. The deer still lingered by the pond, but I no longer saw it. My eyes were fixed inward, mind burning with what I had just learned.

Darius wasn’t just building barricades.

I stayed crouched in the brush, every muscle strung tight until the voices thinned into the trees and were swallowed by distance. Their bright hiking gear—jackets slick with neon strips, boots crunching the undergrowth—marked them as civilians. Not soldiers. But they’d take the same path back, and I would need to be careful. Careless meant discovered. Discovered meant war before we were ready.

When the forest stilled again, my ears twitched toward the pond. The deer still lingered, unknowing, muzzle dipping to drink from the silver surface.

The predator in me moved before thought could follow. I lunged.

The impact was silent but final—the deer thrashed once, twice, then stilled beneath my weight. My fangs sank deep, and the first rush of blood burned across my tongue.

It wasn’t refined. It wasn’t the dark, potent richness of wolf or Lycan blood, nor the rare vintage I’d once mixed with wine. This was different. Thin, gamey—like horrible beer bought too cheap, lacking depth, but strong enough to hit the spot all the same.

I drank, the fire spreading through me, steadying the tremor in my hands, easing the throbbing behind my eyes. Not satisfaction, but reprieve.

I stopped before greed could sink its claws in. The deer sagged, heavy and lifeless, its glassy eyes fixed on nothing. I swallowed down the last bitter taste, jaw clenching.

It wasn’t mercy that pulled me back. It was control.

With a grunt, I hauled the carcass up over my shoulder. Blood still slicked my lips, metallic against my teeth, but my stride steadied with each step.

At least, I thought grimly as I angled back toward the thicket where Kael would return, we had food.

I had just set the deer down against a tangle of roots when Kael emerged from the shadows, shaking leaves from his shoulders. His green eyes caught the carcass instantly—and narrowed.

He stopped short, lips parting as his gaze swept over the animal. The silence stretched, his stare moving from the pallor of its hide to the punctures at its throat.

“…that was fast,” he said finally, but his tone wasn’t admiration. His head tilted, brow furrowing. “Strange, though. For a fresh kill, it’s pale. Bloodless.”

His eyes flicked toward me, just once, sharp and searching. Then back to the carcass. He crouched low, brushing his hand across the torn fur, his fingers hovering over the bite marks. His nostrils flared.

“These aren’t claws.” The words were barely muttered, more observation than accusation.

I tensed, jaw clenching, but he didn’t push it. Not yet. Instead, he rose smoothly, letting the matter hang in the damp air between us.

“There are hikers,” he reported, voice clipped back into soldier’s rhythm. “Three of them, headed downstream. Civilian by the look of it.” He pulled out the map and unfurled it.” He pointed at the dense vegetation that represented our current position.” If we move away from the river path, toward the ridge, we should stay clear of their trail.”

I gave a sharp nod, grateful for the shift in subject. But I wasn’t about to let the rest go unsaid.

“Kael.” My voice was low, rough. He glanced over, waiting.

“Darius is unraveling,” I said. “His people are restless. Barricades are up, civilians are being arrested for breaking curfew. He’s throwing coin to turn neighbor against neighbor. A bounty, one million, for anyone who reports us.”

I could have laughed at the fact that the Alpha was losing the reins.

Kael stilled, green eyes flickering, the muscle in his jaw tightening. “You got lucky with the info, hope you didn’t savage them though?”

I gave him a dead look.

And he raised his hands in mock surrender. “I am just being cautious,” he gestured to the carcass.

“He called us foreigners,” I ignored him.

Kael exhaled through his nose, slow and sharp. He glanced once more at the deer, at me, but this time he said nothing. Only nodded once, tightly, and shouldered his pack.

“What is the plan?” he muttered.

“We have to move faster—before he unravels completely and makes it impossible to escape. We have a fucking bounty on our heads.”

 

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Chaos so grating it made my eye twitch was what greeted me when I walked into the council chamber.

These men are children, I thought, walking in with Elliot.

I took my seat, my ears buzzing, threatening to bleed from the sheer volume. This meeting was different—not just the Alphas who governed quadrants of the Obsidian packs were present, but also governors, ambassadors, and the sovereigns of those quadrants: the lesser Alphas.

Even seated, they were all on their feet, facing each other, hurling accusations, fingers jabbed into chests, profanities flung, nostrils flaring like they were one insult away from lunging.

The pack was in disarray—its Alpha and Beta missing, a considerable number of Gammas unaccounted for. Unrest brewed among the civilians. Chaos inside and out. That’s what Obsidian had become in the absence of the authority that once kept them all in line.

I tapped my foot on the marble, watching them cluck at one another like irate chickens.

“Fangridge belonged to my grandfather! He built the pack from the ground up!” a balding lesser Alpha barked, nearly frothing as he sparred with another. “When Obsidian falls, it should be mine. It’s ancestral land.”

The other Alpha scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “The one he built on the backs of slaves stolen from the Northwood sector? My pack? Screw your slaver of a grandfather. You have no right to that land. Your entitlement is breathtaking.”

The first Alpha had already begun to shift.

Fifty panicking Alphas, both lesser and higher, scrambling to lay claim to a pack while our enemies likely already had their claws around the only capable leader we had. We were on the brink of utter defeat.

These were the men Hades had to lead? No wonder he was always cranky. No loyalty to the pack they claimed to serve, no faith in the Alpha who had pushed them through time and again—just greed and selfishness, fighting over whatever scraps they believed would remain.

“Pathetic” couldn’t begin to cover it.

Disgust was too mild for what I felt. It coiled deep in my gut.

There was no pain. No hope left in the men now gathered in this room.

I exchanged a glance with Montegue. He stood still, assessing the situation like a spectator at a play rather than someone drowning in the same sinking ship.

Every second wasted here was a yard of land lost to Silverpine—figuratively, but lost all the same. And they were here fighting over metaphorical bones, as if their dead grandfather’s claims could guard borders.

Numb. Hollow. So damn tired of every loss, every hit from Silverpine. Of walking blind through a ploy whose full shape I still couldn’t grasp. What was the goal?

The cold dread that cleaved through me when I read James’s letter had hardened into something sharper. Clearer. Ice in my veins. My anxiety had shattered and left something clearer in its place.

I allowed myself a faint smirk. It was almost funny—my father forgot that for a time, even if he had only been pretending, he raised me to be an Alpha. To lead. To rule.

And James forgot that I had known him my whole life. His betrayal on my birthday had been unprecedented, but I had been wearing rose-colored glasses with frames so large I couldn’t see anything they didn’t want me to.

But that had changed.

Now I could see through the bullshit—at least some of it.

I locked my jaw and signaled Montegue as I raised my hand above the desk.

I brought it down. The impact ripped through the room in a thunderous crack—the obsidian desk split in two, shards scattering, sawdust rising in a choking cloud.

The noise died.

Silence rippled through the chamber like a whip crack. Every Alpha froze mid-breath, eyes wide as the dust settled between us. Even the Gammas by the doors had gone rigid, hands hovering near their weapons in case things spiraled into blood.

A beat passed. Then another.

Finally, one of the lesser Alphas cleared his throat, puffing his chest as if bluster could erase what they’d just witnessed. “Destroying council property doesn’t make you an Alpha,” he sneered, voice brittle. “And standing beside Obsidian’s Alpha in a press conference doesn’t make you less of a mutt.” Read complete version only at find⸺novel.net

A weak murmur of agreement echoed around him, but it carried no weight. His words felt cheap—scraps tossed to a starving dog.

The insult didn’t land. Not anymore.

I tilted my head, smirk slicing sharp as glass. “Council property?” My voice rang out, cold and unwavering. “That’s what you accuse me of? Furniture?”

I rose slowly, letting the silence stretch. My gaze burned into his until he looked away.

“While you sit here bickering over ancestral lands and slicing up Obsidian like carrion, Silverpine devours us piece by piece. You posture, you squabble, you cling to dust and bloodlines. And yet you call me the mutt?”

The words hit. Hard.

Silence followed. Not expectant—heavy. Suffocating. A few shifted uneasily in their seats. One swallowed hard. Even the balding Alpha’s lips curled in, but no rebuttal came.

Their cowardice hung in the air. And for the first time since I’d walked into this chamber, I saw their posturing falter.

The silence stretched, brittle and ready to snap.

One of the lesser Alphas growled low, body shuddering with the pull of his wolf. Another joined him, claws raking marble as he shifted in open challenge.

I didn’t flinch.

Before they could lunge, the Gammas moved—fast and brutal. The chamber rang with snarls and yelps as the would-be challengers were slammed to the ground, pinned with brutal efficiency.

Gasps echoed. Rage sparked.

“Who do you serve?” one of the Alphas barked, spit flying, his voice cracking under fury. “Are you loyal to your kind, to the Lycans—or to a mutt who wormed her way into our Alpha’s bed?”

The question rang out like a blade thrown into the room.

The response was immediate. Unified.

A growl rose from the guards, pressed tight over the pinned wolves’ throats.

“To the Obsidian throne.

To its Alpha.

To its Luna.”