Breed Me. Daddy Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

“Oh, you didn’t know that part?” I snarled. “You thought he chose you? Baby, no. You were just available.” I said it slowly, like each word needed to be savored, like each syllable deserved its own spotlight for the kind of psychological massacre I was about to deliver. My voice wasn’t loud — not yet — but it was sharp enough to slice through the bass, the whispers, the air itself. Every single person in that room turned to look at me like I’d just snapped my fingers and summoned fire. Tasha looked up at me, lips trembling, mascara smudged, like her soul was starting to realize the seatbelt had come undone and the ride was about to crash. I tilted my head, blinking like I was trying to make sense of the disgusting image playing behind my eyelids. “He told people you were easy,” I said, enunciating each word with the precision of a girl who had been quiet for too damn long but of course I was lying. I just wanted to make her feel terrible “He also said that he didn’t ev

Every stupid little piece of me. She was there through my first heartbreak, my period cramps, my panic attacks before school presentations, the time I thought I had a brain tumor just because I had a headache for three days. She brought me cupcakes when my crush rejected me. She held my hair when I cried. We made stupid TikToks in pajamas and swore we’d live together forever in an apartment with a pink toaster and matching mugs.” My throat clenched. My whole body trembled. “She’s Tasha, for God’s sake. She knows the name I used to give my teddy bear. She knows my mom’s ringtone. She’s seen me ugly cry over celebrities and dance like a cracked-out giraffe in my room. I told her everything. Every stupid fear. Every fantasy. Every dream.” I leaned back, head thudding against the wall behind me, eyes staring at the sky even though everything was blurry and burning. “And yeah, she messed up. She fucked up. She broke me in a way I didn’t think she ever could. But the worst part?

She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted. “Yes, I would’ve been pissed. Yes, I would’ve screamed. I probably would’ve blocked you, cursed you out, ignored your texts, ripped up our photos, maybe even burned that stupid matching journal we made — but I would’ve forgiven you eventually.” Her lips quivered. “Because I loved you more than I hated what you did,” I said, breath shaking. “And the difference is, if you had told me — if you had trusted me — we could’ve crawled through it together. I would’ve gotten over it. I really, truly believe I would’ve. Because our friendship was that deep. That real.” I sniffed, the lump in my throat growing again. “But now? I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I’ll ever trust you again. And do you know the craziest part? The most insane part of all this?” She blinked at me, face soaked with tears. “I’m going to have to see your nasty face all year.” She froze. “What?” I took a deep, bitter breath. “Yeah. Surprise. My mum made a

My hands were shaking as I pulled the phone away just long enough to swipe down. New photo. Oh my God. My entire soul screamed. It was a picture of his cock. Hard. Huge. Veins popping. Thick, flushed, leaking. And in the background? My name. Written on a little torn slip of paper. Placed next to his cock like a fucking signature. Lyra. I gasped so hard I choked on my own breath. He was hard for me. He’d taken the picture for me. And he didn’t stop there. Another text came in immediately after. “I’m hard for you.” “Now be fast.” “Come suck it.” “Don’t waste my fucking time, Lyra.” “Unless you want to be punished the second you walk through that door.” I moaned again. I didn’t even try to hold it back. It came out loud. Raw. Like it punched itself straight out of my stomach and into the sky. Because my cunt was throbbing. My mouth was watering. My whole body was buzzing like it needed to be used. I lifted the phone back to my ear

~Damon~My shoes echoed across the floor. My slacks hung low on my hips. My cock was still hard behind the zipper, thick and unforgiving, and I made no attempt to hide it. “Was the cab ride too long?” I asked, tilting my head. “Did traffic keep my little whore away from her daddy? Or were you sitting back there with your legs spread and your fingers twitching, trying not to come because you wanted to be a good girl?” Her breath hitched. I saw it. The way her knees bent. The way her lips parted like she wanted to lie and couldn’t find the words. I smirked. “Oh, I know what it was.” Another step. I was close now. Inches away. My body towered over hers like I was made to pin her to every wall in this fucking penthouse. “You were wet before you even left the house, weren’t you?” She didn’t answer. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear as I whispered. “You were soaking when you called me” She shivered. “You were dripping when you saw my hard on picture” I tra