All Chapters of Crave Me, Insane Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Jealousy

LEAHI was in the library when the air changed.One second I was curled in the armchair trying to focus on a textbook, the soft shirt I wore already showing faint damp spots from the constant low-level leaking. The next, a new scent cut through the private wing- Alpha, unfamiliar, sharp with interest.Footsteps approached the open doorway.A man I had never seen before stepped inside. Tall, broad, dark hair cropped short and the kind of quiet danger that came with private security. He was mid-thirties at most. The second his eyes landed on me his entire body went still. His nostrils flared hard and….I watched the exact moment my scent hit him. His pupils blew wide. A low, involuntary rumble started in his chest. “Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself. “No wonder he’s been unreachable.” I stood quickly and my heart was slamming. “You’re not supposed to be in this wing.” He took one step closer, eyes locked on the wet patches over my breasts and the way the shirt clung to me. “Christ

The Files

LEAHI found the files by accident.Dominic had left the door to the restricted medical archive unlocked after one of the scheduled relief sessions. I only meant to put away the empty water glass I had carried in. Instead my eyes landed on a thick black folder left open on the steel table, the words RUT INCIDENT – CLASSIFIED stamped across the top in faded red.I should have walked away.I didn’t.The pages were clinical, cold, and horrifying. Fifteen years ago. An uncontrolled Alpha rut that lasted eleven days. Three people dead- two of them other Alphas who tried to restrain him, one an Omega who had been too close when the break happened. Property destruction. A private facility left in ruins. The final notes were written by Marcus: Subject required heavy chemical suppression thereafter. Risk of recurrence classified as extreme. Permanent isolation recommended.My hands were shaking when I heard the door open behind me.Dominic stood in the doorway, still shirtless from the last

Claiming The Mansion

LEAHHe didn’t tell me where we were going.One moment I was still soft and marked from the morning in the medical wing, the next Dom was pulling a short black silk robe around me, tying it loosely, and leading me out of the private wing by hand. The collar sat warm against my throat. My body was already responding to the simple contact of his fingers laced with mine- milk beading at my nipples, slick starting to gather between my thighs.“Where are we going?” I asked.“Everywhere,” he answered, voice low. “By the time we’re finished, there won’t be a single room in this house that doesn’t smell like you coming on my knot.”The grand foyer was first.Marble floors, soaring ceiling and the massive front doors sealed and silent. Dominic stopped me in the exact center of the open space, turned me to face him, and tugged the robe open. It slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet. Cool air kissed my bare skin. He backed me up until my spine met the heavy wooden console table against

The Threat

LEAHThe first explosion woke me.It was distant but unmistakable- a deep, concussive boom that rattled the windows of the private wing. I sat up fast, heart already slamming. Dominic was on his feet before I fully registered the sound, naked, body coiled, eyes pure black in the low light. A second boom followed. Closer.The security system activated with a low, mechanical wail. Red emergency lighting flooded the hallway. Dominic’s phone was already in his ear.“Report.” His voice was ice. A short pause. Then, colder: “How many? … Seal the inner perimeter. No one reaches the private wing.”He ended the call and turned to me. I had never seen him look like that- completely lethal, every trace of the softer man who massaged my breasts and called me his sweet girl gone.“Rival pack,” he said. “They know what you are. They’re here for you.”Fear turned my blood to ice. “Dom-”He was already moving. He pulled a black shirt over my head, scooped me into his arms, and carried me at a nea

After The Blood

LEAHSomething in him broke after the raid.Not the violent part- that had always been there, carefully leashed. What broke was the last of his restraint when it came to distance. Dominic no longer let me out of arm’s reach. Not for meals. Not for showers. Not even when I needed to use the bathroom. If I moved more than a few feet away, his hand would close around my wrist or my hip or the back of my neck and pull me back against him like the air between us was dangerous.I understood why.I had seen the blood on him. I had heard the explosions. I had sat in that sealed room and imagined a rival pack dragging me out of his house while he fought to stop them. The terror of that possibility had settled into his bones the same way it had settled into mine.But understanding it didn’t make the intensity easier to survive.By the afternoon of the next day my body was answering his obsession with its own. The Syndrome had ramped up viciously. Milk leaked in a near-constant stream; the so

The Pregnancy Scare

LEAHI realized it on a quiet Tuesday morning.My heat cycle was late.Not by a day or two but- by nearly a week. In the chaos of the raid, the marking, the endless feral breeding that followed, I had lost track of the calendar. But my body never lied. There should have been the familiar low ache, the spike in slick and the restless need that always came before. Instead there was only the constant pressure of milk and the deep, satisfied soreness between my legs from how many times Dom had knotted me.I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on my lower stomach, and felt the world tilt. Dominic walked out of the bathroom, still damp from the shower, a towel around his hips. He took one look at my face and the quiet thrill that had been living in his eyes for days sharpened into something almost fierce.“You’re late.” It wasn’t a question.I nodded once with a tight throat.He crossed the room in three strides, dropped to his knees in front of me, and pressed his forehead to m

Soft Alpha

LEAHFor three full days he was almost unrecognizable.The feral edge that had ruled him since the raid softened into something quieter, almost careful. DomINIC cooked for me- simple meals he made himself in the private kitchen, standing at the stove in a black T-shirt and sweatpants while I sat on a stool and watched the play of muscle under the fabric. He refused to let the staff near us. Every plate was set in front of me by his own hands. He drew baths in the oversized tub, tested the water with his wrist the way someone might for a child, then lifted me in and washed my hair with slow, thorough fingers. When the pressure in my breasts built he didn’t attack it with the usual hungry urgency. He sat behind me in the water, chest to my back, and massaged the heaviness away with warm, oiled hands until milk beaded and floated on the surface. Only then would he lean around and drink- long, gentle pulls that felt more like comfort than claiming.In the afternoons he sat with me in t

Betrayal From Inside

LEAHI never saw the betrayal coming.One of Dom’s longest-serving security Alphas Marcus’s second, a quiet man named Calder who had been with him for over a decade, sold our location and my condition to the same rival pack that had already tried to raid the estate. He waited until Dom was in a brief video meeting with the mainland, then disabled a section of the inner perimeter long enough for a small extraction team to slip through.I was in the library.The first sign was the soft hiss of the emergency gas. My vision blurred. I tried to stand, to scream for Dom, but my knees gave out. Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor. An unfamiliar Alpha scent flooded my nose which was sharp, triumphant and wrong. Then everything went black.I woke to the sound of water and the low vibration of a boat engine.My wrists were bound with soft but unbreakable restraints. A black bag covered my head. The Syndrome had reacted violently to the strange Alpha scents around me- milk leaked free

The Breaking

LEAHIt happened two days after he brought me home from the boat.I had been quiet. Too quiet. Dom noticed- he noticed everything now, but he mistook it for residual fear. He kept me in his arms, fed me, nursed the constant pressure from my breasts with gentle mouths and soft words, and whispered apologies into my hair every time I closed my eyes.I let him.Until I couldn’t.We were in the bedroom. Late afternoon light filtered through the curtains. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in one of his shirts, knees drawn up, while he knelt in front of me massaging the heavy ache from my breasts the way he had every few hours since the rescue. Milk beaded under his thumbs. His eyes were soft. Careful. The same soft Alpha who had cooked for me and read medical journals in the library.Something inside me simply snapped. I shoved his hands away and stood so fast he rocked back on his heels. “Stop.” My voice came out raw, shaking, already too loud.Dom looked up, startled. “Leah”“I can’

New Rules

LEAHWe sat across from each other at the small table in the private sitting room the next morning, the remains of breakfast between us, and finally did what we should have done weeks ago.We negotiated.Dom looked different in the soft morning light. The black had faded from his eyes completely. He still watched me with that intense focus, but it was tempered now by the memory of me screaming at him on the bedroom floor and the way he had begged on his knees.“I heard you,” he said quietly. “Every word. So we change it. For real this time.”I waited, hands wrapped around a mug of tea I hadn’t touched.“You get more freedom inside the estate,” he began. “The entire house, the grounds, the gardens. No more locked private wing unless you choose it. I’ll have a full medical study space set up for you- everything you need to continue your nursing work. Satellite access so you can finish your degree remotely. Marcus will arrange the credits and the clinical hours through a private program

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