All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~Lyra~His eyes weren’t human anymore. They were glowing gold and black, and his pupils were wide and wild like he’d been starving and just found his first meal. His chest was rising and falling like he’d sprinted for miles, and there was a little trickle of sweat running down his throat that I actually wanted to lick. “Damon,” I breathed, and it wasn’t even a real word. It was a sound. A prayer. A full-body whimper that belonged in a porno. “You ran,” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine and dragging in a deep, shaky breath like he was trying to hold himself together. “You smelled like you wanted to be caught.” “I—” My voice cracked because I didn’t have one anymore. “I didn’t mean to. I mean, I meant to, but I also didn’t. You told me to run! What the hell was I supposed to do? Bake a cake?!” He growled again. This one was softer. Rougher. Deeper. Like it came from a part of him that didn’t understand logic anymore. “I told you to run,” he said darkly, brushing his no

I stopped breathing. Like literally just forgot how to exist. “What,” I croaked, and it wasn’t even a question. It was just air leaving my lungs in shock. “What the fuck did you just say?” His nose brushed mine. His hand moved again—just barely—just enough to make my cunt clench around his fingers like it wanted to keep them. “You heard me,” he said softly, like he was asking what I wanted for breakfast instead of offering to wreck me on four legs. “Do you want that, kitten? Do you want me to shift? Do you want me to fuck you in our true forms? No more clothes. No more words. Just raw instinct. Teeth. Fur. Knot.” My thighs clenched. Again. Hard. Painful. Because holy fucking hell, why did that sound hot? Why was I suddenly imagining myself on all fours, whining, begging, presenting for him like my wolf wanted to be filled so deep I couldn’t shift back? “That’s not fair,” I whispered, grinding into his palm like I’d lost my mind. “You can’t say that shit while you’ve

~Lyra~Fuck,” he groaned, and oh my God, it wasn’t just a word. It was a sound. It was a growl. His voice cracked like it physically hurt him to hold it in, like if he didn’t get inside me right now he was going to lose his goddamn mind. “Look at you. You run.”And I swear—I swear—I froze.My ears twitched so hard I almost shook my whole head off. My breath caught right in the middle of my throat, like halfway between a gasp and a whimper and a full-on scream. And then it hit me. His voice. Inside my head.(You are the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.)Oh my GOD.Not him saying that. Not him saying that while I was literally down on all fours, panting, dripping, fur soaked between my legs, and my tail high like a slut in heat. I swear my brain broke. Like physically snapped in half. His voice wasn’t just in my head. It was in my chest. In my belly. In my pussy. I could feel him everywhere.(I didn’t know a wolf could look like this. So soft. So fierce. So ready. Your fur i

~Lyra~ I buried my face in the sheets, panting so hard my chest was heaving. Sweat was sticking to the fur on my stomach, my legs were still shaking, and I could feel his knot still slowly, painfully sliding out of me with a wet, embarrassing pop that made me whimper against the mattress. There was slick everywhere. All over my thighs. All over his sheets. Dripping in strings from between my legs like my cunt didn’t get the memo that this was a bad fucking time to be in afterglow mode. Tasha’s voice was still echoing up the stairs. She was yelling for her dad to come downstairs And me? I was tied to her dad thirty seconds ago. And the second that knot came out and the air hit my ruined, swollen cunt, I panicked. I looked back at Damon, my eyes wide, my heart slamming inside my chest like it was trying to escape through my ribs, and I said the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever said in my life. “You know what?” I breathed. “Let’s just both go downstairs.” He blinked

I didn’t shout. I didn’t need to. “I said now,” I repeated, my tone dropping further, thick with warning. “Do not make me repeat myself.” She froze. Swallowed. Then backed away without another word, disappearing down the hallway with tears in her eyes and confusion on her face. When Tasha was gone, I turned back to Camilla. She hadn’t moved. She was still standing there in that too-perfect dress, her arms wrapped around herself like she couldn’t believe I didn’t fall at her feet the second she walked in. “I’m not going to lie to you,” I said, slowly walking toward her. “I am glad you’re clean. I am. I prayed for it. I begged God for it. But you don’t get to walk in here and pretend like the world froze while you were gone. You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to talk to me like nothing happened. Because everything happened, Camilla.” She opened her mouth, but I didn’t give her the chance to speak. “You left. I’m the one who held our daughter while she cried. I’m