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Breed Me. Daddy Alpha

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha

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last updateآخر تحديث : 2025-09-22
بواسطة:  Royalty Writes مكتمل
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Omega

Goodgirl

Dominant

Age Gap

Weak to Strong

Hate to Love

First-Person POV

Steamy

Dark Romance

Warning: For matured readers only This story is not for the faint of heart. It’s dark, twisted, and drenched in betrayal, power, and taboo cravings. Triggers & themes include: Age gap, possessive alpha, forbidden love, best friend betrayal, emotional manipulation, dominance, and raw desire. If you want soft, sweet love stories? This isn’t it. But if you’re ready for a ruthless Alpha who doesn’t ask permission and a girl who should’ve known better but couldn’t stay away.. Then welcome to your next addiction. I came for the summer. To relax. To spend time with my best friend. Not to fall into the arms of her father. But the second Alpha Damon looked at me, I knew I was in trouble. He didn’t see me as a guest. He saw me as his. To control. To ruin. To claim. Now I can’t breathe without thinking about him. I can’t sleep without feeling the imprint he left on my skin. He’s not hiding me anymore. He wants the world to know I’m his. I was innocent. I was hers. Now I belong to the man who was never supposed to touch me.

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Blooming1204
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2026-07-27 16:01:53
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If you're reading this, Thanks for stopping by! ...️ I'm new here and a young novelist sharing heartfelt stories. If you come across this comment, please like, engage, and follow. Your support means a lot!
2026-07-03 18:31:15
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Loved it!!!!
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One of my favorites ...
2026-06-11 06:07:31
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Zoey
Zoey
So far this book is amazing and I’m hooked on it
2026-06-02 02:09:58
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Chapter 1: Forbidden Desire
~Lyra~ I never intended to fuck my best friend’s Alpha dad. But I’d be a damn liar if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. Tasted it behind my closed eyelids with my legs spread and my fingers dripping between my thighs. Yeah. I know how that sounds. I’m not sorry. Because every girl has a first crush. Mine just happened to be a man who could kill with his bare hands, command an army of wolves, and make my thighs tremble just by walking into a room. Damon Thornvale. Alpha. Billionaire. Beast in human skin. And the man who made me cum for the first time without ever touching me. I used to touch myself to the sound of his footsteps. The deep rumble of his voice. The way he said my name..Lyra..like he owned it. Like he owned me. And maybe he did. I was a bit younger the first time I came thinking about him. I can’t remember what age but I know I was fully aware of how I felt. Locked in Tasha’s bathroom with the lights off, panties pull
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Chapter 2: I Can’t Get Him Off My Mind
Lyra~ I sat at the edge of the bed like a fucking ghost. Legs pressed tight together. Toes curling against the carpet. Eyes locked on my own reflection like I didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. My skin was flushed. My cheeks pink. My nipples hard enough to show through the tank top. And between my thighs? A constant, pulsing ache. So swollen I could feel my heartbeat in my clit. I looked ruined. Fucked. And he hadn’t even touched me yet. All he’d done was look. One stare from that balcony and my body turned to heat. One fucking smirk and I’d nearly creamed my panties in the goddamn pool. I couldn’t stop seeing it. The way he stood there..shirtless, sword glinting in the sun, like some ancient fucking god made of violence and testosterone. The way his eyes devoured me. No smile. Just hunger. Then that smirk. That promise. It was the kind of look that said he knew. What I smelled like. What I tasted like. What I’d do for him if
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Chapter 3: Pool Scene
The pool was already packed when I stepped outside. Girls draped over lounge chairs in barely-there bikinis. Boys cannonballing off the rocks. Laughter echoed under the sun like sin having a party. The air smelled like coconut oil, chlorine, and teenage recklessness. But when I walked out in my red one-piece? Everything shifted. Eyes dragged. Whispers started. Thirst bloomed. Because the suit was fucking good. Painted to my skin. High on the hips. Deep between the tits. Thin enough that when I got wet, it turned fucking transparent. And I wanted it that way. I wanted them to look. I wanted him to smell it. Tasha met me by the edge of the pool, tits bouncing in a lime green bikini that barely held her in. Her nipples were hard as diamonds under the thin fabric, and she didn’t give a single fuck. “Oh my Goddess,” she squealed, grabbing my hand. “You look so fucking hot.” “You think?” “I think if my dad sees you in that, he’s gonna lock you in the basement a
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Chapter 5: She Craves Him
~Lyra~ That night, I couldn’t take it anymore. Tasha passed out early, curled in a silk robe on her massive bed, mumbling about hangovers and cousins and how she’d totally fuck Nico if he didn’t flirt with everything that moved. I didn’t answer. I didn’t breathe. Because my skin was on fire. And the only thing I could think about was him. Damon Thornvale. Watching me from that balcony like he already owned every inch of me. Like he knew I’d let him fuck me in the pool if he crooked a finger. Like I’d crawl to him…naked, dripping, on my knees..if he told me to. The house was quiet. Silent. But I could feel him. In the walls. In the air. In the throb between my legs that refused to die. I slipped out of bed, my breath shallow, my skin flushed. I grabbed a towel..not to use, just to look normal. And I padded barefoot down the hall. Not a sound. Not a creak. I reached the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Then I turned on the shower. Sca
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Chapter 6: Daddy Please
~Lyra~ I fucked myself hard. Fist buried. Palm slapping wet against my clit. Juices leaking down my thighs. And then.. The door creaked. Again. Slow. Louder this time. The air changed. I felt it in my spine. In my cunt. He was there. Watching. I didn’t stop. I spread my legs wider. Arch my back. Let my pussy open wide under the steam..wet, swollen, glistening like it was already fucked raw. My fingers stayed right where I needed them, rubbing circles over my clit, faster now, slicker. Every touch made my hips jerk. Every breath was a moan. “Do you see it, Daddy?” I whimpered. My voice cracked. My head dropped. My mouth fell open as I kept rubbing, faster, rougher, like I needed to rub the ache out of my soul. “I’m dripping for you…” My free hand moved down. Slid between the cheeks of my ass. I pressed my fingers deeper..past my folds, between the swollen lips of my cunt, until I was knuckle-deep in my own heat. I fucked myself. Hard.
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Chapter 7: Submission
My body trembled. My cunt throbbed. Juices smeared slick between my legs and dripped down to my knees. I rolled to my back. Spread wide. Stared at the ceiling like he was watching from above. And I touched myself. Again. Even though I was sore. Even though I was overstimulated. Even though my clit felt bruised and my cunt felt like it had been split open from the inside. I didn’t care. I needed it. I needed to cum again. To break again. To melt under the weight of a man who wasn’t even there. My fingers slid between my folds. Hot. Sticky. So slippery I couldn’t grip anything. I circled my clit. Soft at first. Then harder. Then faster. And I whispered everything I wanted to scream. “I’m yours…” “I’d let you do anything…” “Please, Daddy…” I imagined his hand on my throat. His cock in my mouth. His voice, filthy and low… “Good girl. That’s it. Fuck yourself for me. Get that pussy ready.” I moaned. My thighs spread wider. M
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Chapter 8: Ruin Me Daddy
~Lyra~ I didn’t speak at breakfast. I didn’t eat either. I just sat there like a fucking ghost in a silk robe that clung too tight to my overheated skin, trying not to breathe too loud or shift too much. Trying to convince myself the tea in my hand was hot, that my body wasn’t flushed from memory, from ache, from him. But it was a lie. All of it. Because my thighs were already wet. My pussy was already throbbing. And every breath that touched my lungs was tainted with his scent. Across the table, Tasha was doing what Tasha did best…running her mouth like it had never been fucked shut. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, scrolling through her phone like she was casting spells with every swipe. “So. I was thinking lake house for my birthday. Something elegant. Something Luna-worthy, you know? But also slutty. Like. Give ‘em goddess but make it porn.” She paused, waiting for my reaction. I gave her nothing. She clicked her tongue. “Lyra. Hello? Earth to blue b
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Chapter 9: You can’t handle me little girl
~Lyra~The carpet thickened under my soles. The scent grew darker. Wilder. Like pine and whiskey and wolf heat. Like something forbidden. Like something that could eat me alive. I reached the last door. It was cracked open. Barely. Just enough to tempt. I touched the edge. Pushed. The creak was loud. Almost gut wrenching. I winced. And then I saw him. Damon. Alpha. Flesh and danger. He stood at the center of the room like he owned the whole fucking world. Sweat ran down his bare chest. His muscles flexed with every breath. A single drop slid from his jaw to his pec, glistening like sin before disappearing into the dark tattoos that clawed across his torso. He didn’t turn. But I knew he knew. He always knew. He shifted. His voice cut through the silence. “You lost, little girl?” I tried to speak. Failed. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. He turned. And holy fucking hell. His face. His body. That raw, brutal beauty that made your lungs
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Chapter 10: Midnight Touch
Lyra~ I didn’t even make it to the bed. I barely got the door closed. I stumbled inside my room like my legs didn’t belong to me, like I wasn’t human anymore, just some sick, soaked thing possessed by the scent of him. Of Damon. Of Alpha. His sweat. His skin. His cock. Fuck. My back hit the door with a thud. I just stood there. Shaking. Breathing like I’d just run miles barefoot through snow. My hands were trembling. My cunt was throbbing. My panties stuck to me like wet silk, soaked straight through, clinging to the lips of my pussy like they were trying to keep the heat inside. But it was useless. I was dripping. So fucking wet it felt wrong. I peeled the robe off my skin in one slow, breathless motion. My nipples were hard, stiff like diamonds, brushing the air, brushing my hair. Every movement made me whimper. The cool air kissed my chest. But my skin was burning. I was fire. Flame. Fucking need. My thighs rubbed together as I walked to the edge of the
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Chapter 11: Midnight C*m
“Ahhh…fuck…yes…Alpha…yes..” I cried as I came fucking hards, so fucking hard thst my lips trembled as I felt the I knees slips out of my pussy. Oh fuck. It came out violently like a rush. My cunt gushed. My thighs twitched. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt on my lips. I collapsed. Breathless. Ruined. Still empty. Still starving. Because no matter how deep my fingers went… They weren’t him. And they never would be. They never would be. Because no matter how fast I moved, how deep I shoved, how tight my walls clenched, they were still mine. My fingers, which wet just soft, small and weak and I didn’t want small and soft. Fuck. I wanted to be split. I wanted to be stuffed. I wanted to be fucked so deeply that I forgot my name. I should’ve been satisfied. But guess what? I wasn’t. My body should’ve collapsed and stayed down, twitching in post-orgasm haze, fucked out by my own pathetic little hands. But it wasn’t enough. Fuck, it
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