All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I turned toward the school building immediately, my body already moving, already tracking. But something felt off. It wasn’t just the heat in her scent..it was the way it danced with something else. A thread of male energy. Not mine. Not familiar. Wrong. The anger started deep in my gut and rose like smoke up my spine. I tried to mindlink her immediately. Kitten, I said through the link. Where are you? Can you hear me? Are you okay? Nothing. Lyra, I tried again, pushing harder, narrowing my focus, forcing my energy toward her. Talk to me. Now. Still nothing. I stopped just outside the front entrance, my hand clenching into a fist around the sleeve of her sweater. No response. No connection. Just a wall of silence where her mind should’ve been. Either she was blocking me, unconscious, or too overwhelmed to hear. None of those options sat well with me. My legs were already moving before I realized it, storming through the double doors of the school building, eyes scan

He didn’t growl. He didn’t whisper. He spoke. (Rip his cock off.) His voice in my head was full, deep, snarling with hunger. (Rip it off and feed it to him. Make him gag on it. Make her watch. Let her see what we do to anyone who touches what belongs to us.) I clenched my fists. My breath caught fire. My muscles surged under my skin. “Stop,” I whispered back in my mind, jaw tight, veins bulging. “She’s watching. She doesn’t need to see that.” (She does. She needs to see. She needs to understand what happens when someone looks at her like prey. We are not soft. We are not merciful. We punish.) I looked down at the boy again. His eyes were wide now. He was shaking. He felt it—the shift. The change. The pressure in the air as my form began to rupture beneath my skin. My voice dropped lower, deeper, more primal. “I gave you a chance,” I said. “I let you speak. I let you laugh. I let you imagine a world where you could even breathe the same air as her and live. But

He wailed, but I didn’t let go. “Feel every second,” I growled. “Remember this every time you even think about another Omega.” That was what I told him before I grabbed his cock in my hand—not with lust, not with mercy, but with the precision of a man about to end something permanently. He screamed beneath me, his voice splitting the hallway as his spine arched off the tile, his heels kicking against the floor, but I didn’t stop. I pressed my knees into the inside of his thighs and spread him open like an animal being prepared for slaughter. He didn’t deserve modesty. He didn’t deserve dignity. He deserved to bleed. He squirmed under me, trying to twist his hips away, but I slammed them flat against the ground with one hand while the other gripped his shriveling little cock between my fingers. He was already soft, already shrinking in fear, and the smell of his urine mixing with the blood from his broken nose made me sick. I looked down at it—at him—and laughed. It wasn’t

I groaned low in my chest, the sound spilling out between clenched teeth. I pressed her harder against the wall and dropped my forehead to hers. “Do you want to know what I was thinking while I crushed his cock in my hand?” I asked her, my voice tighter now, slower, like a threat wrapped in velvet. “I was thinking about the way you moan when I take you from behind. I was thinking about the sounds you make when I bite the back of your neck and tell you not to come until I say so. I was thinking about how your little body fits against mine, how your thighs shake after I’ve been inside you for too long, and how much I want to see you that desperate again.” She whimpered, and her hips arched forward. I kept going. “I was thinking about how easy it would be to take you right here. With blood still on the floor. With the smell of his piss and your heat choking the walls. I was thinking about lifting your skirt, pushing your panties to the side, and sinking into you so slowly you

She was still catching her breath, her cheek pressed against the cold locker, her hands trembling as my knot throbbed inside her. My arm was wrapped tight around her waist, holding her up, keeping her steady. Her heat-slicked thighs were soaked in everything I’d poured into her. But then she blinked. Just once. And her voice broke through the silence, soft and breathless and panicked. “Wait… Damon… is it not too early to meet the pack?” I didn’t answer yet. “I mean—” she kept talking, faster now, words tumbling over each other in a desperate rush, “they’ll all be there, right? The Betas, the Elders I stared at her, my hand still firm around her throat, my cock still buried inside her, locking us together. “I don’t want them to see me like this,” she whispered, panicked now. “I don’t want the entire pack whispering about me. I can’t—please—I’m not ready—” “I’m too young” “Kitten,” I said, and my voice alone was enough to make her stop mid-ramble. “Listen to me. Ri