All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~Damon~I didn’t know how to admit that somewhere between the first time I kissed Lyra’s trembling mouth and the last time I made her scream my name while her nails carved into my back—I had slipped. I had fallen. I had let something in that I never intended to feel again. And it wasn’t just lust. Camilla must’ve heard the truth in my silence, because her breath hitched through the phone. Then her voice returned, low and bitter and cracking beneath the weight of betrayal. “Wow,” she breathed, followed by a hollow laugh that chilled me straight to the bone. “You really are. You’ve fallen for her. My husband—the man who once told me he couldn’t live without me—is in love with a slut.” I closed my eyes. Her words sliced clean. “I bet she looks at you with those innocent eyes like you’re some kind of fucking hero,” she hissed, no longer pretending to be calm. “I bet she tells you she’s never felt like this before, that no one’s ever touched her like you do. I bet s

~Lyra~Kitten. That word that always made my knees wobble a little, that always made my body react before my brain could catch up. But this time? It didn’t melt me. It didn’t make me feel soft and owned and wanted. This time, it pissed me off. I crossed my arms, staring up at him like I could burn a hole straight through his skull with just my eyes. “Don’t do that,” I said, voice tight. “Don’t you dare pull that calm, sexy, I’m-in-control-of-everything tone with me right now, Damon. I’m not some dumb little girl you can just pat on the head and fuck back to sleep.” He blinked at me slowly, like I was some cute kitten having a tantrum. But I wasn’t cute right now. I was shaking. I was burning. I was one breath away from losing my goddamn mind. “Who were you talking to?” I demanded. “And don’t you fucking lie to me, Damon. I swear to God, I heard it. It was a woman’s voice. She was screaming at you. Loud. Angry. Possessive. Like she knew every inch of this house, every inch of

~Lyra~ “Oh my God oh my God Damon I swear—fuck—I was supposed to stay mad I swear I was supposed to—why does your mouth feel like this—I think I just died and came back—wait—I’m gonna come—Damon you’re not even sorry are you?” He didn’t stop. Not for one second. His mouth stayed locked on my clit, sucking like he wanted my soul through it, and his fingers just kept pumping, harder, faster, hitting that spot that made me stutter every time he curled them. “Say it,” he demanded against me. “Say you forgive me.” “Fuck you!” I moaned, toes curling. “This is not forgiveness, this is brain damage, I don’t even know my name right now—” He pulled back just an inch, lips slick, beard wet, voice low enough to crack me open from the inside. “Say you’re mine.” I could barely see. The room was spinning. I was on the edge of something violent, something hot and loud and crawling up my spine like a tidal wave about to crush me. “I’m yours, Daddy,” I whispered, trembling all over. “I’

His voice was casual, but not really. It had that edge, that low, knowing tone he always used when he was clocking something deeper. He didn’t even look up—just kept slicing peppers like he hadn’t just stirred up a storm with a single question. I blinked. “Huh? Nothing really.” He paused. Just for a second. But I felt it. “You know how much I hate lies, kitten,” he murmured, setting the knife down and finally looking at me. “Tell me what’s wrong.” And oh my God, the way he looked at me—ugh. That face. That voice. That fucking alpha energy that made me want to sob and scream and fuck him all at once. I sighed. Dramatically. Because I’m me. “Nothing. It’s just—” I shrugged and tried to pretend I was cool about it. Like it was whatever. Like I hadn’t been stewing in it for a week. “She fucked my ex.” He choked. Like legit choked. I turned toward him just in time to see him coughing like he’d inhaled a jalapeño and didn’t know what to do with it. His eyes bulged slightly

“Oh my God,” I hissed, pacing now because of course I was. My thoughts were moving at eighty miles per hour and I needed to move with them. “I’m an Omega. An unmarked. Oh wait scratch that, I forgot you fucking bit me when we fucked. He smirked when I said it as I continued. “I am unstable, slightly traumatized, probably-going-into-heat again cause I can feel it. Do you have any idea what happens when an Omega goes running with a horny Alpha in the woods?! That’s not a run, that’s foreplay with bark.” He chuckled. Not laughed. Chuckled. Like he thought it was cute that I was spiraling and melting down like my entire reproductive system wasn’t already clenching at the idea of being chased. “And who told you I was horny kitten” he muttered with a smirk. “Oh please. Cut the act Damon. I fucking know you too well” “I won’t touch you,” he said, still calm. Still smug. Still very much the problem. “Unless you want me to.” “Unless I want you to?” I shrieked, because