All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Damon~ She froze. Mid-step. Mid-breath. Her spine went stiff like the lash of my voice had locked her into place. One bare foot hovered above the gravel. Her knuckles tightened around the hem of the shirt. That wild mess of wet hair shifted with the breeze, strands clinging to her neck like a collar. The hem of that shirt..my fucking shirt..fluttered just enough to expose the start of her ass and the bare split between her thighs. She turned slowly. Too slowly. Like she knew I was watching. Like every inch of that turn was for me. Like the Moon Goddess herself had choreographed it to kill me. Her wide eyes locked on mine..shimmering, sinful, pretending innocence like a lying little slut. She was breathing through her mouth now. Like she couldn’t catch enough air. Like her lungs were drowning in heat. But it was her chest that betrayed her. That shirt was see-through. Soaked through from the shower or sweat..I didn’t give a fuck. It was glued to her skin, p

DAMON~ I barely made it to the car. My hand was shaking when I grabbed the handle, not from fear, not from adrenaline, but from the kind of fury only lust can cause. The kind of ache that builds deep in the balls and climbs up the spine like a fucking fire you can’t put out. I yanked the door open and dropped into the seat with a snarl in my throat and a pulse hammering between my legs so hard it made my vision blur. The door slammed behind me. The air was thick. I could still smell her on me. That scent. Sweet. Slick. Addictive. Her heat was burned into my skin. The sound of her voice still echoing through my head. Sir. Fuck. I gripped the steering wheel with both hands. My knuckles went white. My jaw clenched so tight it felt like my teeth would crack. I was supposed to be on my way to a council meeting. I was supposed to be calm. Focused. Alpha of this pack. In control. But I was none of those things. My cock was so hard I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

~Damon~ They were already speaking before I stepped in. Their voices didn’t carry far, but I didn’t need volume to taste betrayal. I stood outside the chamber door for a full five seconds. I could’ve walked in. I could’ve slammed the doors off their hinges and demanded silence. But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know how far they’d fallen while I was out cleaning their mess. Another patrol lost. Another breach. A child found dead with his stomach hollowed out and his eyes missing. And in the middle of it all, my name sat on their tongues like poison. Bronn’s voice came sharp and bitter, chewing the air between them. “He’s done nothing. We’re dying, and our Alpha is fucking invisible.” Ryven responded, voice lower but no less accusing. “We lost three more last night. The rogues didn’t just kill them. They strung them up. Left them twitching. That’s not an attack. That’s a message.” Then Marin, that smug bastard, hissed like a snake. “And our Alpha doesn’t even s

~Lyra~ I couldn’t take it anymore.Tasha was still talking.. Grinning like a girl who had no fucking clue what it felt like to be ruined without even being touched. She was leaning over the kitchen counter in a silk crop top, chewing on a pink straw while pouring Bailey’s into her iced coffee like it was 10PM instead of 10AM.“This party is going to be insane,” she said, twirling her straw. “Like..I’m not even exaggerating..Kehlani’s DJ is coming. Kehlani’s. And the bartender? Girl, he makes drinks that glow. Actual neon. Last time I blacked out after three sips. They had to carry me out like a dead body.”I didn’t say a word.She didn’t notice.She was too busy hyping herself up. Pacing now. Pulling open drawers. Sniffing herbs like she was hunting for something stronger.“Oh…and the weed? Imported. Hybrid strain. Not even legal. Jamal got it from some freaky nympho supplier. Apparently it makes your pussy taste like mangoes.” She looked back at me with a cackle. “Can you imagine?!

~~Lyra~I couldn’t stop staring.His cock was in his hand. Thick. Pulsing. Leaking like it was already inside me. Like it belonged there. Like my mouth was the only place it was willing to go.My pussy clenched just looking at it.God.The length of it.The way it hung from his fist, heavy and veined and unforgiving. The head swollen and purple, so wide it looked like it would split my lips in half before it ever made it to my throat. There was no way that would fit. No way it would slide in.But I wanted it.I wanted him to force it.Rip me.Stretch me.Crack me open like a virgin sacrifice.My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth. My chest heaved. I was soaking the floor. Every inch of me ached like I was in heat and he was the only cure.He took one step forward.Held the base.And slapped it against my cheek.I moaned.Fucking moaned.“Look at you,” he said.His voice was lower than before. Rougher. Like gravel over a flame. It vibrated inside me.“Drooling for a cock you can’t