Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 161

~Damon~

The car smelled like her.

Even with the windows cracked and the engine humming, her scent lingered on the leather like a fucking reminder.

My cock was still sore from how good she sucked my dick. My palm still tingled from how hard I grabbed her hair. The Bluetooth crackled, then connected.

“You’ve got three minutes,” I said, putting the call on speaker as I adjusted the steering wheel and leaned back into the seat. My voice was clipped, controlled, sharp enough to draw blood. “Say something useful.”

The man on the other end stammered.

Of course he did.

“Alpha Damon-sir-we’ve received word that the Riker Pack’s West Guard has doubled in size overnight. They’re claiming it’s routine, but our scouts believe they’re planning a move-possibly a direct breach across the Redwood Creek line. And that’s not all. There’s-“

“I know what they’re planning,” I snapped, cutting him off. “They’ve been sniffing around my land like mongrels for weeks. Testing us. Testing me. But let me make one thing very clear, and I want you to repeat this back to the council word for word.”

I paused.

Took a breath.

Let it settle.

Then spoke.

“If Riker’s men so much as touch the trees on my side of the line, I will burn every single outpost they own to ash. I will hang their scout leaders from their watchtowers and send their corpses back across the river tied to silver stakes. I am not negotiating with dogs. If they want war, I’ll give them extinction.”

Then a nervous breath. “Yes, Alpha. Of course. Should I alert the South Ridge pack to reinforce?”

I tilted my head.

“No. The South Ridge pack is made up of pups and merchants. They wouldn’t last a single night against Riker’s wolves, and I’m not in the habit of sending sheep to do a lion’s job.”

“Yes, Alpha. I..I understand. Then I’ll call the East line-“

“Call no one,” I said coldly. “Not until I say. I want this to be my move, on my time. Let Riker believe I’m distracted. Let him assume I’m getting soft. Then, when he steps out of line, I’ll carve his name into the soil with his own spine.”

Another silence.

A different kind now.

The kind that came when the people under you remembered exactly who the fuck you were.

“Yes, Alpha. I’ll await your signal.”

“Good,” I said. “Stay quiet. Stay sharp. I’ll handle the rest.”

The call ended with a quiet beep, and I exhaled through my nose, rolling my shoulders once, trying to shake the heat that was rising in my chest again..not from rage this time. From something else. Something warmer. Something more dangerous.

I turned my head slightly and saw it sitting on the backseat.

I brought the fabric closer to my nose, and the moment it brushed against me, I inhaled deeply without even meaning to. I needed it. I needed her. And just like that, everything inside me shifted.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, eyes closing for half a second. “I can’t believe I’m hard again.”

I was. Hard as a goddamn brick. Just from the smell of her on this stupid piece of fabric. I’d already had her this morning.

I ran a hand down my face, tried to get a grip.

“She’s going to freeze in that classroom,” I said aloud, more to myself than anything. “Wearing that damn skirt. No jacket. No shame. No clue what she does to people.”

I grabbed the sweater and stepped out of the car, locking the door behind me with one hand as I tossed the sweater over my arm. But the moment my boots hit the pavement, I stopped.

I lifted my head. Sniffed the air.

And there it was.

Her scent.

Stronger than before. Fresher. Raw. Radiating heat and slick and Omega arousal in a way that wasn’t just lingering..it was blooming. Like a fucking beacon.

“She’s in heat,” I muttered, chest tightening as the full weight of it hit me. “Fuck. She’s in heat. Right here. Right now.”