Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 163

Damon~

The moment I turned the corner and saw him standing over her, I knew I was going to kill him.

He wasn’t touching her anymore, but his body was still angled toward hers like he had some kind of right.

Lyra was backed against the wall, breathing too fast, her skin flushed with heat, her fists clenched at her sides, and the little fuck in front of her still had the audacity to smirk like the predator he thought he was.

I didn’t shout. I didn’t snarl. I spoke clearly, with a voice that could cut through steel.

“Step away from her. Now.”

He turned toward me slowly, like he hadn’t just been caught trying to overpower a heat-drunk Omega.

He looked me up and down, his eyes dragging across my chest, my shoulders, the veins bulging down my forearms from how hard I was holding back the urge to rip out his throat.

And then, with a laugh that was louder than it should’ve been, he spoke.

“Oh, this is rich. You’re him, aren’t you?” His voice was dripping with mockery. “You’re the one fucking her right? I can smell you”

He glanced back at her, then looked at me again, eyes narrowed.

“I gotta say, she’s a lucky bitch. Her legs look like they were shaking before I even touched her. She must’ve been thinking about you. Or maybe about both of us.”

He chuckled again. Louder. Bolder.

“Yeah. That’s a better idea. Maybe we should fuck her together. I bet she’d love that. You can take her mouth, I’ll take her pussy. Or we can switch. She’s in heat, she won’t know the difference. Hell, she might not even remember it happened.”

Lyra gasped behind him. He didn’t turn. He didn’t even acknowledge her.

“She was already moaning when I walked up to her. Already so wet she was shaking. She looks at people like she’s starving to be touched. I thought you’d trained her better, but damn, man, she’s still acting like a free-use slut in public.”

I still hadn’t moved. I wanted him to keep talking. I wanted to hear every single filthy, arrogant thing that came out of his mouth so I could justify the pain I was about to deliver.

“You must fuck her rough, right?” he asked, still smiling. “You seem like the type to pull her hair and make her cry. She probably thanks you for slapping her. Bet she whimpers every time you zip your pants down. And you know what? I’m not even mad. I just want a turn. I’m not greedy. I don’t even need to be first.”

That was it.

I walked forward, slow and deliberate, every step echoing off the corridor walls like a countdown to his fucking execution. He was still smiling.

Until I moved faster than he could blink and slammed him against the lockers with one hand around his throat. The sound of the metal crumpling under his back was beautiful. He gasped, choking, eyes wide with panic for the first time, but I didn’t loosen my grip.

I didn’t flinch.

I just stood there, looming over him, blood humming in my ears.

My voice came low, precise, and full of unshakeable truth.

“I should kill you right now,” I said, every word heavy as a stone. “Right here. In this hallway. In front of whoever walks around that corner next. I should take your jaw in my hand and twist until it separates. I should make you eat the words you just spoke about her. Make you choke on them. Gag on them. Bleed them out.”

He whimpered, pressing his palm against his chest where I’d slammed him.

I took one step closer, towering over him like the executioner he hadn’t believed was real.

“I should make you an example so brutal that no unmated male in this entire district would ever look at a heat-drunk Omega again without tasting bile. That’s what you deserve. That’s what your kind of filth earns.”

And then-he surfaced.

My wolf.