Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 162

I turned toward the school building immediately, my body already moving, already tracking. But something felt off. It wasn’t just the heat in her scent…it was the way it danced with something else. A thread of male energy. Not mine. Not familiar. Wrong.

 The anger started deep in my gut and rose like smoke up my spine.

I tried to mindlink her immediately.

Kitten, I said through the link. Where are you? Can you hear me? Are you okay?

Nothing.

Lyra, I tried again, pushing harder, narrowing my focus, forcing my energy toward her. Talk to me. Now.

Still nothing.

I stopped just outside the front entrance, my hand clenching into a fist around the sleeve of her sweater. No response. No connection.

Just a wall of silence where her mind should’ve been. Either she was blocking me, unconscious, or too overwhelmed to hear. None of those options sat well with me.

My legs were already moving before I realized it, storming through the double doors of the school building, eyes scanning every hallway, every corner, every student in uniform who didn’t matter.

I was only looking for one thing..her. And the scent trail-gods, it was strong. Too strong. Like she’d been sweating, panting, pressed up against something.

My eyes narrowed.

No. Not something. Someone.

I followed the scent around the corner, past a row of lockers, then deeper toward a side hallway I didn’t like the look of. Still nothing. No sign of her.

But the scent..

The scent was maddening.

It clung to the walls. It stained the air. And it was fresh. As if she’d just been here. As if she was still here. As if someone had touched her. Marked her.

I clenched my jaw so tight I heard it crack.

“Where the fuck are you, kitten?” I growled low to myself, ignoring the few students who stepped out of my way when they saw the look on my face. I was seconds from shifting, from letting the wolf take over and tear through this entire building.

Then I saw him.

The principal.

Standing near the main office, clipboard in hand, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose like he had no idea he was breathing the same air as my Omega.

I marched straight toward him, ignoring the startled gasp from one of the teachers nearby.

“You,” I said, voice sharp and low. “Where is she?”

He blinked up at me, confused. “I..I’m sorry, who..?”

“My daughter’s best friend,” I snapped, stepping closer. “The Omega. Lyra. She was dropped off here less than thirty minutes ago, and I can’t find her. I need to know where the hell she is, and I need to know now.”

The man straightened slightly, sensing the danger radiating off me.

“I..yes, yes, she was marked present for first period, but-” He looked down at his clipboard, flipping through papers.

“I don’t see a current location update from her teacher. Maybe she stepped out to the bathroom or

I didn’t wait for him to finish.

She wasn’t in the classroom.

She wasn’t answering my mindlink.

And her scent was thick enough to drive every unmated male in this building insane.

Something was wrong.

I saw him.

Standing too close to her.

Hand on her arm.

Body blocking her exit.

My girl-my Omega-was backed up against the wall, eyes wide with fear, skirt twisted, lips parted like she couldn’t even breathe, and his hand was still on her like he owned something.

Like she didn’t already belong to me.

My voice came out low and cold, rumbling from deep inside my chest like it had claws.

“Boy.”

He turned his head slowly, and the second his eyes met mine, I saw it.

The shift.

The terror.

The realization that whatever fun he thought he was about to have had just come to a violent fucking end.

I didn’t stop moving.

I didn’t blink.

I didn’t give him a chance to explain.

“Get your hands off her,” I said through clenched teeth, my voice louder now, sharp and thunderous. “Now!”