Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 164

He didn’t growl. He didn’t whisper.

He spoke.

(Rip his cock off.)

His voice in my head was full, deep, snarling with hunger.

(Rip it off and feed it to him. Make him gag on it. Make her watch. Let her see what we do to anyone who touches what belongs to us.)

I clenched my fists. My breath caught fire. My muscles surged under my skin.

“Stop,” I whispered back in my mind, jaw tight, veins bulging. “She’s watching. She doesn’t need to see that.”

(She does. She needs to see. She needs to understand what happens when someone looks at her like prey. We are not soft. We are not merciful. We punish.)

I looked down at the boy again.

His eyes were wide now. He was shaking. He felt it—the shift. The change. The pressure in the air as my form began to rupture beneath my skin.

My voice dropped lower, deeper, more primal.

“I gave you a chance,” I said. “I let you speak. I let you laugh. I let you imagine a world where you could even breathe the same air as her and live. But now you’ve taken something from her. You didn’t mark her skin, but you touched her soul. You scared her. You made her beg. You made her doubt her safety. And for that—”

My neck cracked. My shoulders popped. My eyes burned gold.

“For that, I am going to show you the kind of monster they whisper about in war stories.”

(Shift. Let me out. Let me taste him. We’ll start with his cock. We’ll tear it from his body and leave him screaming in the dirt. Then we’ll break his hips. His spine. His face. Let him crawl without teeth. Let him live with the memory of what we did to him every time he pisses blood.)

I exhaled hard, my claws half-formed, my voice still human-barely.

“You thought you were big,” I said, stepping over him now. “You thought your voice made you strong. You thought she was just another girl. But you were wrong. She is mine. And I am not a man. Not entirely. Not anymore.”

I crouched beside him, grabbed his jaw again, and forced him to look at me.

“Do you feel that pressure in the air?” I whispered. “That weight sitting on your chest? That’s death. That’s me, deciding what part of you to rip off first.”

(Start with the cock.)

My wolf’s voice was louder now. My bones cracked louder. My teeth lengthened.

(Let her watch. Let her smell his piss. Let her moan while we paint the floor red.)

I growled aloud this time-low and guttural.

I pressed harder.

“You think you’re a man? You think because you’re young and hard and arrogant, that makes you something special? No. You are weak. You are insignificant. And you are lucky-lucky-that I haven’t ripped your cock off already and shoved it down your throat like my wolf keeps demanding.”

The shift pulsed through my spine. My jaw popped. My claws pushed through my fingers as my wolf surged forward in my mind, not just growling now but speaking.

(Do it. Tear it off. Make him bleed from the root. He used it like a weapon. Take it from him like a traitor loses his tongue. Let him scream. Let her watch. Let her learn what we do to anyone who touches what’s ours.)

My head dropped forward. I closed my eyes and took a breath, holding the beast back just long enough to speak clearly again.

“I came here to bring her her sweater,” I said, almost to myself. “She forgot it in the car. She left wearing that short little skirt and didn’t realize how cold the school hallways would be. I was going to walk in, hand it to her, and leave.”

I looked down at him again, my voice darkening.

“And instead, I find her pressed against a wall, helpless, burning in heat, with your filthy fucking hands on her body and your mouth threatening to violate her.”

He shook his head rapidly. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I didn’t know she was..

“Don’t lie to me.”