Breed Me, Daddy Alpha Novels & Stories

“YOU’RE FUCKING WHO?! ALPHA DADDY KANE?? THE ALPHA KANE?? MY ALPHA KANE??” “YES!” She slapped both hands over her mouth, eyes bugging out of her skull, then ripped them away again. “OH MY FUCKING GODDESS! DETAILS! NOW!” “HE KNOTS ME, ISABELLA! HE FUCKING KNOTS ME!” She grabbed my shoulders and shook me like a rag doll. “DO YOU CALL HIM DADDY OR ALPHA DADDY?? TELL ME EXACTLY!” “ALPHA DADDY! I SCREAM IT! I BEG ‘PLEASE ALPHA DADDY BREED ME’ AND HE FUCKING LOSES IT!”

He and I have the same crystal blue eyes so looking up at him always makes me feel at home. “Ready to give my little girl away, no. Ready to retire, maybe,” He makes me smile. “I love you daddy, I love you so much, I can’t believe tomorrow I will wake up marked, married and Alpha. Do you think I’m ready?” I ask gentineuly afraid. “I believe in you, I always have, you will be an amazing wife and as for being Alpha, I can’t wait to see you fight for the title Alpha Lord, I think you have a real shot at it,” Dad tells me.

My eyes tightened, the sting from the tear that gather at the back of my eyes looming over me. His tongue licked the back of my ear, his cock kicking harder against my back. “Fuck it.” He groaned in his deep baritone voice, before beginning to thrust his finger in and out of my pussy, letting me feel every stretch. My nails scrapped the table and his thighs. “Daddy…” My voice cracked, tears spilling down my cheeks. “That’s what you get… that's what you get for desiring an Alpha. For wanting your daddy when your tiny little pussy can barely take his fingers.”

My fingers dug into either side of the Alpha's arms like a lifeline. “Hmmmmm,” he growled out in pleasure, bitting down on my nipples in the process. “Daddddddddddddy,” I let out a guttural growl, throwing my head back as jolts of pleasure sparked through my body. My eyes watering as he bite down on my nipples and then flicked his tongue over it to ease the pain. “My titties—oh—Daddy—you are killing me with your tongue, Daddyyyyyyy.”

"Because he wants me out of the picture. He knows I can't stand his a*s, and he always tells me how I'm a threat to his whole empire. There's no way I'm giving him an heir when he has one in me." "I see ya point, man. Okay." Fidel nodded his head, doing more listening than contributing ideas. "So what do you suggest we do about that?" "Easy. We kill the b*tch, and bam, all h*ll breaks loose between our pack and the Valle del Sol pack. Then, when the moment presents itself, all our higher-ups will vote my father out as Alpha for making this deal with Rodri in the first place. I'll get everything, and of course, my friend, I'll share the pot with you."

She picked up the letter again and read the key line aloud, steady-voiced: *"The Alpha King's continued association with an unmated omega of no pack standing, and the unverified pups attributed to this union, represents a threat to the dignity and stability of the United Packs throne." She put it down. "Unverified pups," she said. "The DNA tests are being submitted to the council today. They'll be verified by Thursday." "And then?" "And then they'll find another word." She looked at him. "What do you want to do?" The question surprised him — he could tell from the slight lift of his brows. She had asked it deliberately. She wanted to see what he said when given the choice instead of the pres

Immediately my gaze were set on them, I quickly snapped my head down, staring daggers into the heap of snow. My father killed the engine, reached into the back seat, and grabbed my canvas duffel bag. He tossed it out onto the snow where it landed with a dull, heavy thud. He was never particularly gentle with my things. "Listen to me," he gravely called out, hands still gripping the steering wheel. He finally looked at me with flinty, hard eyes. "Keep your head down. Do your chores. Don't speak unless spoken to. And don't embarrass me in front of these Alphas. They own you now."

My father's presence is right beside her, his arms joining hers. I instantly forget how to breathe. Then, I slowly lift my arms, hugging them back. "You're... you're here," my mother whispers, her voice full of emotion. I nod against her shoulder. "I am." My father pulls away, his eyes scanning me, his expression unreadable. "You're different." I meet his gaze steadily. "I had to be dad, Dad. I'm an Alpha now." He nods once as if he understands. Then he speaks "I'm so proud of you, even though you used to eat all my food."

I keep my expression serious and stand up. "No. I won't," I say. Dad stands up too. He looks at me with a stern expression. "You will do it. It's an order from your Alpha," he shouts. Inside me I feel the whimper of my wolf. My father is imposing himself on my will, not as a father would, but as only an Alpha can. I let out a gasp as I feel my breath catch. Dad keeps his gaze fixed on me. As best I can I try to resist his command.

Lyra whooped heavily with my mother too but i just sat there staring at them in confusion. I knew how the world works. Enough to know that it cost my father something. And to confirm my thoughts, the father cleared his throat, “In return for that…i will have to give one of my daughters to become the alpha’s uhm…mistress.” My heart fell immediately when his gaze shifted to me. No, no no he cannot do this. “The Silver Fang pack has offered more than half a billion dollars for you Xenia, and we accepted the offer. As from now you are their Alpha’s mistress.”