Novel & Cerita Breed Me, Daddy Alpha

Conceive… pregnant… child… All the words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder meant. No wonder they were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to be the next Alpha of the Drogomor pack needed to have the most powerful combination of bloodlines—ideally Alpha blood from both of his parents. But a breeder was just a tool—used once, and then thrown away. No Alphas would allow their beloved daughter to be treated that way... except my own father. "Vicky, that's enough!" Talon's sudden low, rebuke brought me back to my senses.

“Yes, Andreitte. This is my dream. Three nights ago, my duties as the new Alpha’s breeder already started. An Alpha from the North Hill Pack was my first, his name is Alpha Darius. He wished to have a son, and I hope, I can give him one.” Andreitte looks at her cousin, Daina, and shakes her head. “I don’t know why you dream of becoming an Alpha’s breeder, but if indeed this is your dream, I will just wish you good luck.” Although Daina is not too close to her, Andreitte could not help to pity her. She gives Daina a hug before she bid goodbye to her.

“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."

Breed Me, Daddy Alpha: The First Mark Chapter 28: The Nevada Run Ryder — First Person Three attempts. All failed. I sat at the kitchen table on Wednesday morning with the full record in front of me. First attempt: formal governance motion, neutralized by the registration and Robert Hale’s correction. Second attempt: manufactured relationship doubts targeting the sister marks, identified in under two minutes, object-attachment check held. Third attempt: manufactured fear targeting Isla’s relationship with her mark, resolved by Isla before breakfast.

"You think calling me a breeder breaks my heart. It doesn't." I took another step closer. I looked right into his cold, calculating eyes. "I know the Alphas don't love me," I said. The words burned the back of my throat, but I forced them out. I had to say them out loud to protect myself. I couldn't let my father see my stupid, childish hopes. I couldn't let him know I actually fell for my kings. If he knew I loved them, he would find a way to use it against me.

I spat, indignantly, glaring at him, “I’m not that sort of person. I just helped someone who needed helping, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that someone like you can’t understand that!” The Alpha looked displeased at my response. He crossed his arms and stared at me. No doubt he was going to continue to insult me by offering me money or somesuch. I didn’t want to hear it. Why did I always seem to meet this sort of Alpha male? I grumbled in my own head, glancing around the courtyard for a reason to escape. “Listen, my daughter likes you, so I can offer whatever you want to be my...” the infuriating Alpha kept saying.