Ch. 321..325: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 321-325

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 321

Kael still didn’t eat, I thought as I took off into the sky, my wings capturing wind and propelling us higher with each flap. Not even a bite, he refused. Half a year ago, I would have force-fed him. But he would report me to Eve.

That was what he threatened me with.

So I let him be. Fresh chapters posted on FindN()vel.net

Thea held her brother to herself, and Kael held her to himself. I curved my lengthened spine to ensure they were secure against my back, feeling the familiar weight of passengers who depended on me to get them safely across enemy territory.

The wind cut sharp against my face as we climbed higher, the ground falling away beneath us.

In he vast emptiness of the night sky, we were ghosts.

I had to keep it that way for our safety as we would cut diagonally through the capital itself. Where the Lunar Heights were–it was the last place on the planet that we wanted to get caught. We might as well deliver ourselves with a pink bow and a card.

We needed to be higher to get through the city if were to stay unseen.

“Buckle up,” that was all the warning I gave, Kael instantly gripping my torso with his legs, and holding on tighter to the rest of our passengers.

I pushed us higher, my wings beating harder against the thinning air. The temperature plummeted as we climbed, each wingbeat requiring more effort as the atmosphere grew sparse. My core temperature began to drop, and a wave of lightheadedness washed over me. I shook my head sharply, forcing myself to stay alert—one moment of weakness at this altitude could kill us all.

The air became so thin that my wings struggled to find purchase, each stroke feeling less effective than the last. My muscles burned with the extra effort required to keep us aloft, and I found myself suddenly grateful that Kael had refused to eat. Every ounce of weight mattered up here where the air barely existed.

Behind me, Thea let out a sharp yelp as the bitter cold hit her, but she caught herself quickly. Her teeth chattered violently as she tried to speak through the freezing air.

“T-there,” she managed, her voice barely audible over the wind. “See the c-clearing ahead? The city should be j-just beyond that ridge.”

I squinted through the darkness, following her trembling finger. The landscape below us looked exactly as she’d described—endless forest stretching in all directions, unmarked and seemingly uninhabited. I remembered the way the hidden city had been drawn on her father’s map, sketched outside the margins like it was uncharted, unrecorded, existing in the spaces between reality.

My vision wavered slightly from the altitude and cold, but I forced myself to focus. One wrong move, one moment of weakness, and we’d plummet straight into the heart of enemy territory.

The thin air made each breath a struggle, but I kept my wings steady, carrying us through the frozen darkness toward home.

The descent should have been easier, but as we dropped toward the warmer air below, the sudden change hit me like a physical blow. My lungs, starved for oxygen at the higher altitude, suddenly flooded with the dense, warm air. The shock of it made my head spin violently.

My vision went white at the edges.

For a terrifying moment, my wings faltered completely. We began to plummet, the wind rushing past us as gravity claimed what little control I had left. Thea’s scream cut through the air, sharp and panicked, while Kael’s grip on my torso tightened to the point of pain.

*Focus.*

I forced my wings to spread wide, catching the air in a desperate glide just as my vision began to clear. My chest heaved as I fought to stabilize us, each breath feeling like I was drowning in the thick atmosphere after the thin air above. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was sure Kael could feel it through my back.

We leveled out, but barely. I was panting now, my chest expanding and contracting like a bellows about to give out. Every muscle in my body felt like it was on the verge of collapse.

“Hades,” Kael’s voice was tight with concern, his breath warm against my ear. “Do you want to land? Rest for a moment?”

“No.” The word came out sharper than I intended, between ragged breaths. We couldn’t afford to stop. Not here. Not when we were this close.

Kael’s voice took on an urgent edge. “Thea, do you have any idea when we’ll get there?”

Her response carried a bite of frustration, but I could hear the fear underneath. “I’ve never actually been there myself, Kael. I’m going off my father’s maps and what little he told me.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” he growled even his hand on her waist, still securing her to me.

I was making things harder than they needed to be.

I blinked hard, trying to clear the lingering dizziness from my vision as I scanned the endless canopy below. Nothing but trees stretched in every direction, dark and impenetrable.

Then I blinked again.

For just an instant, a brilliant city blazed to life beneath us—towers of light piercing the darkness, streets glowing like veins of silver. The hidden city in all their impossible insidious glory.

Another blink, and it was gone.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 322

Nothing but forest again, as if I’d imagined the entire thing. “I think I see something,” I muttered, unsure

“Wait—what do you see?” Kael’s voice sharpened with surprise at my sudden certainty.

I forced myself to focus, fighting through the exhaustion and dizziness. This time, when I blinked, the vision held longer. The city materialized below us in all its impossible splendor—a sprawling metropolis that seemed to be carved from light itself. Every surface gleamed like it was made of gold and gossamer, catching and reflecting illumination that had no visible source.

The buildings rose in perfect symmetry, their architecture both ancient and impossibly modern. Spires twisted skyward like frozen flames, connected by bridges that looked too delicate to bear any weight yet somehow supported the gentle flow of what might have been traffic or people moving between structures.

At the city’s heart stood a tower that made my breath catch. Not as tall as the Lunar Heights, but breathtaking in its own right—a spiraling monument that seemed to pulse with its own inner light, its surface shifting between gold and silver like liquid metal.

“Can you see it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“See what?” Thea leaned forward, squinting into the darkness. “I don’t see anything but trees.”

“Nothing,” Kael confirmed, tension creeping into his voice. “Hades, what are you looking at?”

They couldn’t see through the illusion. Of course they couldn’t—I was the only one among us with the blood that might pierce such ancient magic. Like I had pierced through the Cauterium security with my howl.

He was using the horn to keep up the illusion too, it made sense that I could see through it.

The city seemed to slumber beneath us. I could make out movement within the uniform luxury houses, shadows passing behind gossamer walls, but the streets themselves were eerily empty. As we flew closer to the central tower, my enhanced vision picked out details that made my stomach clench with unease.

Stone statues dotted the plaza before the tower—dozens of them, frozen in different poses. But these weren’t monuments to heroes or gods. Each figure was carved with expressions of pure terror, their faces twisted in horror, hands raised as if trying to ward off some unspeakable fate.

“Go diagonal through the city,” Thea instructed, her voice steady despite not being able to see our destination. “That should get us to Obsidian territory on the other side.”

I locked onto the path she described, angling my flight to cut across the golden metropolis. My eyes remained fixed on those terrible statues as we approached—

One of them moved.

My heart stopped completely. For a moment that stretched into eternity, I forgot to breathe, forgot to fly, forgot everything except the impossible sight of stone coming to life in the plaza below.

My wings locked in position, carrying us forward on momentum alone as I stared down at the impossible sight. What I had taken for stone wasn’t stone at all—it was a figure so perfectly still it might as well have been carved from marble. But now it unfolded itself from its frozen pose, revealing a tall, slender form draped in elegant black clothing that seemed to absorb the golden light around it.

The creature moved with fluid grace, each gesture deliberate and predatory. It didn’t walk—it glided across the plaza with movements too smooth for anything mortal. And then, as if sensing my gaze from this impossible altitude, it slowly raised its head. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on

Even from thousands of feet above, its eyes found mine with unerring precision.

My breath caught in my throat. The face that looked up at me was achingly familiar—sharp cheekbones, pale skin that seemed to glow with its own inner light, features that belonged in classical paintings of fallen angels. A face I had seen before, though I couldn’t place where or when.

Then its lips parted.

Even at this distance, even through the darkness and the golden haze of the hidden city’s illusion, I could see them clearly: fangs. Long, curved, gleaming white as bone in the ethereal light.

Vampire.

The word hit my mind like a physical blow. My wings faltered for just an instant before instinct kicked in and I forced them back into their steady rhythm. But my heart was racing now, not from exhaustion but from pure, primal fear.

The creature below continued to watch us, its head tilted at an unnatural angle, tracking our flight path with the patience of a predator that had all the time in the world.

It knew I could see it.

I could see throught the illusion.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 323

My chest constricted, my lungs still burning from the last exerting task I had yet to recover from. I should have flown higher the moment I had noticed the hidden city, but attempting another one of those ascensions when I was still yet to recover from the first would have been detrimental.

We had already almost fallen from the sky.

My amplified sense of sight let me see the creature below us almost face-to-face. This made my lungs burn harder as dread crawled up my throat, leaving me bereft of air.

“Hades,” I could hear the terror that tinged Kael’s words. Though he could not see what I was seeing, he could feel something was wrong.

The eyes of the creature below burned red, and I could feel its heat and intense scrutiny even with the distance that separated us.

“Hades, what is wrong?” Kael asked. “What are you looking at?”

I tore my gaze away from the thing still staring right at us from below and turned to him, my voice strained and unfamiliar as I spoke. “Buckle up.”

Kael’s reaction came swiftly as he held on to our passengers, using his other hand to grab my membrane and tuck his legs.

I sucked in air like a vacuum. It seared my already bruised lungs, and the next flap of my wing was so strong, the wind almost blew me off my axis.

I feared for those on my back, but I didn’t stop. I launched us forward with desperate urgency, following Thea’s instructions to cut diagonally across the hidden city. My wings beat in powerful, measured strokes despite the fire in my chest, carrying us on the path she’d mapped out—the route that would take us safely to Obsidian territory if we could just maintain our course.

But I couldn’t resist looking back.

My heart stopped completely when I saw the creature below beginning to move. What I had taken for a tall, pale figure in elegant black clothing was transforming before my eyes. The vampire’s alabaster skin began to ripple and darken, shifting from porcelain white to deep crimson. His lithe frame expanded as bones cracked and reformed with sickening pops that somehow carried even through the distance between us.

Horns erupted from his skull—curved and wicked, just like mine. His clothing dissolved into his changing flesh as dark red membranes unfurled from his back, stretching wide between newly elongated bone structures. The wings were massive, bat-like, their crimson surface catching the ethereal light of the hidden city below.

He was shifting into the same form I took.

The realization hit me like a physical blow.

And now he was coming for us.

The transformed vampire launched himself skyward with a speed that defied physics, his massive wings propelling him upward in a direct intercept course. The distance between us began to shrink with terrifying rapidity as he climbed through the air like a crimson nightmare.

I banked hard to the right, my passengers crying out as the sudden maneuver pressed them against my spine. My lungs screamed in protest, but I pushed harder, flying with every ounce of strength I had left. Behind us, I could hear the distinctive sound of those blood-red wings cutting through the night air, growing closer with each passing second.

“Hades!” Kael’s panicked voice slashed through my scrambling thoughts as I continued to launch myself forward, trying to avoid the thing coming right at us.

“It is coming,” was the only thing I could say as I tried to save my breath and air to move faster than my exhausted body could manage.

If I were alone, maybe it would be possible to defend myself, but with three people on me, it would be a suicide mission. There was no way we could all survive.

The creature reached our altitude with impossible speed, rising through the air like a blood-red comet. Up close, the transformed vampire was even more terrifying—its crimson wings stretched wider than mine, membranes pulsing with visible veins that seemed to glow with their own inner fire. Its face had elongated into something predatory, fangs gleaming white against the darkness of its maw, and those burning red eyes locked onto us with single-minded hunger.

Behind me, I heard Thea’s sharp intake of breath, followed by Micah’s whimper of pure terror. Kael’s grip on my membrane tightened.

“What the hell is that thing?” Kael’s voice cracked with horror.

The creature didn’t answer. Didn’t speak at all. It simply attacked.

It dove at us with talons extended, moving with the fluid grace of a natural predator. I rolled to the left, feeling the wind from its claws as they missed us by inches. My passengers cried out as the sudden movement pressed them hard against my spine, but I couldn’t afford gentle maneuvers. Not when one solid hit would send us all plummeting to our deaths.

The fall from this height would kill them instantly, even if they managed to shift mid-air. They would be nothing but pulp scattered across the golden streets of the hidden city below.

I banked sharply right as the creature wheeled around for another pass, its wings cutting through the night air with deadly precision. Every instinct screamed at me to shift into full combat mode, to meet this threat with all the violence I was capable of. But I couldn’t. Not with three lives depending on my ability to stay airborne and stable.

The vampire struck again, this time catching my left wing with razor-sharp claws. Pain exploded through my shoulder as its talons raked across membrane and bone. I fought to keep my balance, biting back a roar of agony as I struggled not to roll or dive—any sudden movement would launch my passengers into the void.

Blood streamed from the wounds, making my wing heavy and unsteady. The creature circled back, preparing for another attack, and I realized with growing desperation that my options for defense were impossibly limited. I was fighting with one wing tied behind my back, forced to absorb damage rather than dish it out.

All I could do was try to outrun it and pray we reached Obsidian territory before it tore us apart.

Kael had enough, and to my horror, he rose on my back, standing precariously on my spine as he shifted and—

Leaped.

Thea screamed, voicing my alarm.

His wolf landed on our attacker’s back and began an onslaught as he ripped into the vampire’s membrane. There was no hesitation nor fear as he bit into its long neck.

The vampire thrashed against him, rolling and tossing to get him off its back, but it was no use as Kael held firm, his grey fur drenched in blood that was not red but black.

I glanced down to see that despite the noise we were making, the utter maelstrom of blood and wings in the skies, the little boy had begun to cry just as I went for the offensive, Thea gripping me as I sank my talon into its face and tore through it.

Then the onslaught on the creature continued in two fronts, from both me and Kael, as I tried to stay steady, ignoring the way it felt like razors raced through every muscle that I moved.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 324~Damon~

She was on the floor and she was bleeding. Her small hands were pressed against her stomach like she could hold life itself inside her bare palms, but the blood was still coming and it painted her skin and it painted the floor and it painted my soul with fire. My kitten. My girl. My mate. My obsession.

She was broken and crying and still she was looking at me like I was salvation, like I was the answer to prayers she had screamed until her throat gave out.

And seeing her like that did not just hurt me, it killed me. It killed me in ways even the dirt in my chest and the knives in my lungs could never kill me. I wanted to fall to my knees.

I wanted to gather her against me and swear she would never hurt again. I wanted to kiss every tear from her face and whisper a thousand times that she was safe.

“Yo…You should not be standing here, Damon. I put you down myself. I stabbed you. I watched the blood pour out of you. I buried you with my own hands. I made sure the dirt filled your lungs. I did it because you left me no choice.

“You always thought you were untouchable. You always thought you could stand over me. But 1 proved I could bring you down. I did what no one else dared. I buried the great Damon and I did it with my own hands.”

I tilted my head slowly, savoring every word, letting the smile curl my lips.

“When did you become a stammerer, Darren. You had no problem talking when you told my mate that you wanted my babies dead. You had no problem laughing while you kicked her and watched her bleed. You had no problem calling yourself a god when you dropped the dirt on my chest. But now your words shake. Now you repeat yourself. Now you look at me like you cannot believe what you see.”

“Do not mock me, Damon. Do not act like you are immortal. I am the immortal one!. I put you down once and I can do it again. You think crawling out of the dirt makes you untouchable. It does not.

“You are flesh and blood like me. And flesh can be cut. Blood can be spilled. You call me a stammerer but I am the one who put you under. You are standing here because I let you crawl. Do not forget that.”

My wolf roared inside me. He dares. He dares to spit at us. He dares to claim he let us crawl. Tear his tongue out. Break his bones. Show him who breathes and who chokes.

“You never scared me, Darren. Not when you slid that knife into my chest. Not when you buried me alive and thought worms would do your work You are nothing but a coward in a man’s skin who hides behind blades and dirt. You should have made sure I was finished. You should have burned me. You should have torn me apart. But you left me breathing, and that was the last mistake you will ever make.”

Yes, my wolf snarled in my skull. Tell him. Remind him. He thought he was a god with a shovel in his hand.

He thought he ended us. Now we show him what it means to rise. He made us stronger. He made us rage. We will not just cut him. We will tear his throat with our teeth. We will make his screams fill her ears until she knows she is safe forever.

Darren’s jaw clenched and I saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes, but he steadied himself and lifted the blade higher. The silver glinted under the light and it was the same blade. The same knife. My body remembered even as it healed. My wolf roared at the sight of it.

He spat his words at me. “You think crawling out of the ground makes you immortal. You think rising from the dirt makes you untouchable. Do not fool yourself , Damon. I ended you once. I will end you again. This time I will not just stab you. This time I will not leave you breathing. I will rip your heart out of your chest. I will carve it free and hold it in my hands while you choke on your last breath.” This text is hosted at find⸺novel.net

I let out a low laugh.

“You talk too much, Darren. You always did. Even when we were boys you filled the room with your words because you thought talking louder made you stronger. But words do not save you now. That knife will not save you now. Nothing will save you now.”

My wolf pressed harder, his growl rattling me from the inside. Let him lunge. Let him swing. We will catch it. We will break his arm. We will shove that blade through his ribs. We will feed his blood to the floor while Lyra watches. Do not wait. End him.

But I wanted to stretch it. I wanted him to remember every shovelful of dirt. I wanted him to drown in the memory of Lyra screaming my name while he laughed.

I took a slow step closer. My eyes never left his.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 325

Olivia had started to pull her cell out of her purse when she heard the healer ask the question. She slipped her phone away again, listening intently for Julian’s reply.

At first, he didn’t say anything. The silence grew along with Olivia’s simmering irritation. Why wouldn’t he answer? It wasn’t a hard question.

“No,” Julian said at last. “At least she was a devoted wife.” Olivia bristled. A devoted wife, he’d said. He could only be talking about one person. Read complete version only at Find_Novel(.)net

Why was he still thinking of her? Olivia had done so much work to rid Julian’s mind of that human whore. She’d gotten pregnant.

She’d orchestrated Amber’s death. Even after all of that, after five years, was Julian still hung up on her? Olivia whipped around towards the door, disgust twisting her face into a sour expression.

All she saw was Healer Amanda coldly shutting her office door in Julian’s face. He stood there, looking at the door, as if he was unsure what had happened or how he’d arrived there.

He turned toward her. As soon as Julian noticed her, his face stiffened back into the impenetrable expression Olivia was so used to.

“How dare she speak to an Alpha that way?” Olivia demanded, instinctively wrapping her precisely manicured fingers around Julian’s arm. “The absolute disrespect.”

“She seems not to believe what I said.” Julian shrugged, shaking his head. “Don’t know why. But they say geniuses have odd temperaments. Maybe it’s true.”

Olivia held back a scoff. If she had the power of a Luna, she wouldn’t stand to be spoken to the way the healer had just spoken to Julian. She didn’t understand why he’d always had such a hard time accepting that his status demanded special treatment.

Olivia tried to make eye contact with Julian in the car, but he stared out the window, ignoring her. Julian’s description of Amber rang through her mind. A devoted wife.

“Would you like to eat at my house tonight, my darling?” Olivia asked Julian, reaching out and stroking his knee.

Olivia hated that she had to invite Julian over for dinner this far into their relationship. She hated that they didn’t live together yet. He still hadn’t fully dedicated himself to her.

He still hadn’t made her Luna.

Julian had never even allowed Olivia to enter the large house he’d shared with Amber. After her death, he’d kept the place stuck in time, as though keeping all her shoddy housework in tact would keep part of her alive.

He’d bought Olivia her own house, a new house with modern features that at first Olivia had taken as a sign of Julian’s infatuation with her. She thought he was displaying a desire to move on from Amber, to have a separate, independent relationship with Olivia without the memories of his life with that whore seeping in.

Then, he hadn’t moved in with her. He never stayed the night. He hadn’t been intimate with her since Amber’s death.

It made her furious.

“Can’t, ” Julian said, still gazing distractedly out the window. “I’m working late tonight.”

Olivia seethed. “You’ve used that excuse so many times. Remember, that’s the excuse you used the night I decided to bring you dinner. It was pouring outside, and I ended up in that terrible car accident.”

Julian’s posture sagged the tiniest bit, guilt softening his armor just as Olivia intended it to. “I lost our baby in that accident, Julian. You must remember, don’t you?” Olivia knew the reminder of her miscarriage would hurt Julian. That’s why she brought it up.

It had been just a few months after Amber’s death, and Julian had been distant despite all of Olivia’s attempts. When she’d phoned the office to see if Julian would be over for dinner, he’d told her that he’d be working late. Again.

She decided that, if Julian wasn’t going to play the game the way she wanted, she would change the rules. She put together a

lavish basket with steak and potatoes, prepared by her private chef, of course. Then, she got in the car and headed to the office.

Olivia told her driver she felt like driving herself that night. “But, Miss Olivia,” the driver had protested, “it’s pouring outside. Don’t you think it would be safer if I drove you tonight?” Olivia had peered out the window at the steady rain and smiled. “No. I like to drive in the rain.”

In truth, she wanted Julian to see the effort she was personally putting into their relationship. She didn’t want him to think that she delegated all of her care to the hired staff that surrounded her.