Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 158

He leaned in closer, one hand resting on my thigh, slowly sliding upward until his palm was pressed firmly just below the hem of my skirt.

“And then when I finally had you…” he murmured. “When I finally tasted you, fucked you, felt you pulsing around me and begging for more… I knew I could never go back. Camilla was a mistake. A placeholder. A distraction. You? You’re mine. My mate. My obsession. My Omega. My dirty little secret that I’m never giving back.”

I didn’t speak. I couldn’t.

My body was already trembling again.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“You were made for me,” he whispered. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving that.”

And I swear, right then, I nearly came.

“Fuck… that’s so hot,” I breathed, thighs clenching hard under my skirt. “I wanna fuck you right now. I don’t care if we’re in the parking lot. I want you to bend me over the dashboard and make me scream your name in front of the whole damn school.”

His hand squeezed my thigh, his breath hitched, but then he leaned back slowly and gave me that smirk—that Daddy knows best smirk that made me want to bite him and beg him in the same breath.

“Nope,” he said, voice firm now. “You’ve already made me cum once today, you little menace. You’re going to school.” I groaned. “But-“

He held up a finger, eyes sharp. “No buts. You’re going. And I repeat-do not let any boy touch you. Don’t let them look at you. Don’t let them breathe near you. I don’t care if it’s a handshake, a brush in the hallway, or some dumbass offering to carry your books-if any one of those boys lays a fucking finger on you, I swear to God, Lyra, I will rip his fucking hands off and make him eat them.”

My mouth dropped open.

He wasn’t kidding.

He looked like he was already imagining it-blood, violence, total destruction-just because someone might flirt with me by the lockers.

“Don’t play with those young boys,” he warned, voice dropping even lower. “They’re not men. They don’t know what to do with something like you. They’ll try to joke with you, sit beside you, maybe slide into your messages, and you might think it’s harmless but it’s not. Because they don’t know you belong to someone. They don’t know you’ve already been fucked raw and ruined.”

He leaned in close again, eyes burning.

“They don’t know what I’m capable of doing if anyone touches what’s mine.”

My whole body froze.

Because he meant it.

Every single word.

His voice dropped even lower, full of that slow, dangerous calm that made every hair on my body stand up. His hand was still on my thigh, fingers warm and firm like they were warning me to behave or else.

“I’ve killed for less,” he said, staring at me like he wanted to burn the whole fucking world down just to keep me untouched.” Don’t mistake my silence for softness. I might let you walk through those school doors, but that doesn’t mean you’re free. You’re still under me, under my rules, under my control. And I’m not sharing you. Not now. Not ever.”

I swallowed hard, heart pounding so loud I couldn’t even hear the school bell in the distance anymore.

“You hear me, kitten?” he said, dragging the back of his knuckles along my jaw in that slow, possessive way that made my whole body shiver. “You belong to me. Every look you give, every step you take, every smile, every fucking moan-it’s mine. You get through this day, and then you come right back to me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my legs barely holding steady now.

He finally leaned back, satisfied, smirked like the devil, and nodded toward the door.

“Oh hi, Omega. You’re not on heat today”he said, like we were best friends. Like we had some unfinished conversation.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

The fuck?

No.

No, no, no.

It couldn’t be.

But it was.

The same boy from that damn party.

The one me and Tasha went to.

The one where she left me to go have a full-blown orgy.

What the actual fuck is he doing here?