Chapter 38: The Stranger’s Claim

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• Breed Me. Daddy Alpha   Chapter 97: Marcus Returns

  ~Lyra~I blinked, too hard. “What? No. I’m acting totally normal. This is my normal. This is my exact personality.” Her eyes narrowed further. “Hmm.” Oh God. “Hmmm.” Stop hmmmm-ing me! Then she leaned in just a little, elbows on the counter, voice low like she was about to deliver a sermon. “Are you… lying to me?” Boom. That was it. My body betrayed me instantly. My fingers jerked, my knee hit the stool leg, and the water bottle I’d just grabbed to calm my panic decided to betray me in public. I tilted it up too fast, missed the timing, and nearly drowned myself on the spot. A full spasm of coughing exploded out of me as the cold water shot down the wrong pipe, up my nose, and straight into my frontal lobe. I slammed the bottle down, choking and coughing and sputtering like a possessed blender, eyes tearing, throat burning, chest heaving like I’d just run from the police. Tasha didn’t blink. She just stared. Then—bam. She laughed. Again. “Got you ag

• Breed Me. Daddy Alpha   Chapter 96: You Are Acting Weird

  ~Lyra~ She straightened up, wiping a tear from her eye, still giggling like she’d just pulled the world’s most expensive prank. Her laugh had that high-pitched, wheezy chaos to it — the kind of sound that came from the gut, like she was unhinged and delighted and fully prepared to emotionally destroy me before breakfast. “You should’ve seen your face,” she choked out between gasps. “You looked like you were about to shit yourself and cry at the same time. Like a constipated Disney princess mid-breakdown. I thought you were about to pass out, bitch. Like faint, fall, and land in your own sin.” I blinked again. Jaw dropped. Soul missing. Pride on life support. “Haha,” I said stiffly. “Yeah. Right. So funny. Such a good joke. Bestie things. Love that for me. This was a very expensive joke, emotionally, mentally, spiritually… but sure. Let’s laugh about it. Let’s all just ha-ha our way through the gaping hole in my soul. Let’s sprinkle some trauma seasoning on it while we’re at i

• Breed Me. Daddy Alpha   Chapter 95: Truth Kept

  ~Lyra~Not metaphorically. Like, literally. Toast-in-throat. Juice-up-nose. Panic-mode choke. I smacked my chest. Coughed. Wiped at my nose with my hoodie sleeve like a feral raccoon. Then stared at her like she’d just opened the gates of hell and asked me if I knew Lucifer personally. “What the—what are you talking about?” I squeaked, voice three octaves too high and eyes too wide to look innocent. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t fucking anyone!” She didn’t even blink. She just tilted her head slightly to the side like a therapist about to diagnose me with ‘Lying Whore Syndrome.’ I tried to recover, took a deep breath, and powered through the most chaotic, badly planned lie of my entire existence. “I was using a dildo,” I said quickly. “And my fucking fingers. Okay? That’s it. That’s literally all. Self-care. Like normal girls do when they’re… hormonal and ovulating and bored. I was just… discovering myself. Spiritually. With batteries.” Tasha didn’t say a word. She just stared at

• Breed Me. Daddy Alpha   Chapter 94: Who Did You F*ck Last Night

  ~Lyra~ I didn’t even sit up. Didn’t bother wiping the cum off my thighs or pulling the sheets over my wrecked, twitchy, utterly defiled body. I just held the phone to my ear with one hand, stared at the ceiling like I was God’s favorite disappointment, and let a smile slowly curl across my face. “Oh my God,” I whispered sweetly into the receiver. “Marcus. What a surprise. Did your dick finally get signal?” He stuttered. Actually stuttered. Typical. “I—uh—I just wanted to check on you. See how you were doing.” “How I’m doing?” I purred, voice sticky with fake innocence. “That’s so sweet of you. Really. Because the last time we spoke, you called me useless. Remember that? Because I wouldn’t let you stick your pinkie-dick in me in the backseat of your mum’s Corolla after youth service?” Silence. Oh, I was just getting started. “Well, guess what, baby,” I cooed, flipping onto my back with a wince because my poor pussy was still screaming in multiple languages. “I

• Breed Me. Daddy Alpha   Chapter 93: Knotty Business

  ~Lyra~I could feel it. His cum was sliding down the insides of my thighs like it belonged there. “And the worst part?” I whispered into the sheets. “The worst part is that I know you’re going to do it again. You’re not done. You haven’t even started. You’re going to keep me here, and make me call you Daddy, and fuck me so many times I forget what daylight looks like. You’re going to ruin me and then smile when I thank you for it.” He groaned again, deeper this time, and I felt his knot twitch. My pussy clenched again. “I’m eighteen,” I whimpered. “I’m supposed to be applying to universities and having existential crises and drinking boba tea while crying over boys who don’t know I exist. Not… this. Not getting bred by my best friend’s dad while my uterus sings the fucking Hallelujah chorus because your cock hasn’t moved in thirty seconds.” I turned my head and looked back at him, my cheeks burning, my hair stuck to my face, my entire body trembling with every tiny movemen

• Breed Me. Daddy Alpha   Chapter 92: Leaking Out

  ~Lyra~ Because he looked so satisfied. So smug. So calm. Like this was all part of his evil little masterplan. Like he was already planning what desk to bend me over when I started online classes. “You’re smiling,” I hissed, my whole body trembling from where I was still stretched around his cock. “Why are you smiling? This is not a smiling situation. “This is a ‘call the police’ situation. This is a ‘burn the house down and flee to Cuba’ situation. This is not the time for that sexy, arrogant mafia smirk thing you do when you know you’ve won..oh my God you think you’ve won.” His hand slid across my ass, slow, heavy, possessive. “I have won,” he said calmly. “You’re not leaving.” My breath caught. I shook my head so hard it made the pillow shift. “No. No no no. I still have options. I can run. I can get a job. I can join a convent. Or pretend to be possessed. Or fake a coma. Or jump out the window and let Jesus take the wheel. I’m not staying here.” He did