Breed me Raw, Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

SELENA'S POVGood Girls Don’t Sit at the Table With Alpha Cum Drying on Their ThighsI woke up aching, ruined, and alone.Sunlight sliced through the guest room blinds and painted gold stripes across the sheets that still smelled like him. My thighs were sticky. My pussy felt swollen and used, fluttering around nothing every time I shifted. The bite on the back of my neck throbbed in time with my heartbeat, a brand hidden under my hair that screamed mine, mine, mine with every pulse.He’d carried me here at four in the morning, silent as a shadow. I’d been half-conscious, limp in his arms, his knot finally deflated enough for him to pull out. He’d cleaned me with a warm cloth, slow, possessive strokes between my legs that made me whimper even while I drifted. Then he’d tucked me in, kissed the bite he left, and whispered against my skin, Sleep, little girl. Daddy’s not done with you yet.I wanted to die. I wanted to do it again immediately.I rolled out of bed and nearly collapsed. My

SELENA’S POVFive Minutes to Hide a Knot and a Screaming OmegaHis knot was still thick and pulsing inside me when the text lit up the screen.Chloe: pulling up now. wine + movie night. five mins. love u dad ❤️Damian laughed, low, thrilled, the sound vibrating through his chest into my spine.“Hold on to Daddy, baby. This is going to be fast and dirty.”He stood up from the chair without pulling out, my legs dangling, arms locked around his neck, and started walking. Every step bounced me on his knot, the swollen base dragging across my G-spot like a threat. I came instantly, teeth sinking into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He growled approval, pace never slowing.“Good girl. Milk it. Make Daddy’s knot go down faster.”Another orgasm ripped through me before we reached the en-suite bathroom. The knot finally deflated enough for him to yank free with a wet, obscene pop. A river of cum poured down my thighs.He tossed me over his shoulder and sprinted. Cold shower spray hit us b

THE BREEDING PROGRAMDamian’s knot was swelling again, fast and brutal, like his body refused to let me go while the words on the screen burned into my retinas. Congratulations, Alpha Voss. The breeding program welcomes its newest donor pair. He clutched me so tightly I could barely breathe, his heart hammering against my spine. “Selena,” he rasped, voice stripped raw, “listen to me. That text wasn’t meant for me. It was meant for Chloe.” I went cold. “What?” He pulled out just enough to spin me on his lap so I straddled him face-to-face, still locked together, cum and slick sealing us. His hands framed my cheeks, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Five years ago,” he said, “after my wife died, the pack council came to me. They’d been running a black-book program for decades: pairing prime alphas with rare fertile omegas to strengthen bloodlines. Off the books. No consent forms. No choice. They called it the Genesis Protocol. I told them to burn in hell.” His thumbs wiped my tears. “They d

I hit the bottom hard enough to knock the air from my lungs.Darkness swallowed us. The fall felt endless, then suddenly wasn’t. We landed on something that grunted and snarled beneath us: living bodies, slick with sweat and blood and madness. The stench hit me next: rut serum, cum, terror, metal.Damian rolled at the last second, taking the impact on his shoulder so I landed on his chest instead of concrete. Even dazed from the dart, his arms locked around me like steel bands.Red emergency lights flickered on overhead.We were in a circular pit thirty feet deep. Walls smooth steel, no handholds. Above us, a glass dome. Behind the glass, Chloe stood in black tactical gear, arms crossed, rifle dangling casual at her side. Her lips moved. Speakers crackled.“Phase Three, Daddy,” her voice purred through the pit. “Survival of the fittest. Only one alpha gets to keep the prize.”The bodies under us started moving.Ten, maybe twelve alphas: all massive, all chained to bolts in the floor w

The city looked like it had been swallowed by fire. From the helicopter, I could see smoke curling into the night sky, flames licking the edges of streets, and panicked figures running through the chaos. My stomach twisted, not just from the turbulence, or from carrying my twins, but from the knowledge that this was only the beginning. Genesis was falling, but the world was far from safe.Damian gripped my shoulder firmly, his other hand resting over mine, shielding me from the wind. His eyes scanned the horizon constantly, assessing, calculating. Every muscle in his body screamed vigilance. Even from above, I could feel the tension radiating off him, a predator ready to strike at a moment’s notice.Chloe sat on the other side of me, trembling. The mascara running down her cheeks had dried into streaks that looked like war paint, and she avoided looking at either of us. I tried to reach for her hand, but Damian’s hold on me reminded me that he was still in charge of our safety. I let