Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 165

~Damon~

I reached forward and grabbed him by the throat.

“You knew. You smelled it. You followed her scent down that hallway like a dog with his dick out. You waited until she was alone. You waited until her mind was hazy and her body was weak, and then you pushed her against the wall and told her you didn’t care if she was claimed. You told her you’d bend her over and teach her how to behave.”

I looked up suddenly and stared past him, locking eyes with Lyra, who hadn’t moved an inch. She was still frozen in place, her breathing shallow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. She was watching me with something burning behind her gaze- something wild, something electric.

I turned back to him.

“And when I told you to let her go,” I said slowly, “you turned to me and said we should share her. That we should fuck her together. That she might even thank us for it.”

I leaned in until our foreheads nearly touched.

“You said that to me. While my Omega was still trembling behind you. While she was still trying to catch her breath from saying no.”

His face crumpled, but I didn’t care.

I stood again, letting my full height tower over him, letting my wolf rise through my frame like a tidal wave about to break. My voice grew colder, clearer, and more violent with every word.

“You touched something sacred. You crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. And now, I am going to make sure you never forget what that costs.”

I reached down, tore what was left of his pants from his hips, and grabbed him by the inner thigh. He screamed before I even applied pressure.

“Your cock is the reason you’re in this position,” I said. “So I’m going to make sure you never get to use it again.”

Lyra’s voice came suddenly, broken and breathless.

“Damon… please…”

I paused.

I didn’t look at her right away.

“Please don’t kill him,” she said, her voice cracking. “Not here. Not like this. He’s not worth it.”

I exhaled slowly through my nose.

My claws twitched at the edge of his thigh, and my wolf howled in my chest.

(She’s ours. He touched her. You promised her safety. You said no one would hurt her again. Don’t stop. Break him. Mark the walls. Show her we are not mercy.)

I looked over at Lyra. Her hands were trembling. Her legs were pressed together. She was breathing like she’d just run miles, her entire body visibly affected by the heat and the violence in the air. She looked afraid-but not of me.

And not of what I’d do.

Her eyes were wide, not with panic, but with something darker. Something deeper. It wasn’t horror. It wasn’t disgust. It was hunger. The kind she didn’t yet understand. The kind that made her thighs press together while she begged for mercy she didn’t really want granted.

She wasn’t scared I would break him.

She was scared she would love watching me do it.

Her scent was proof. It was thicker now, sweeter, burning hotter in the air like the first flame of a wildfire. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. Her body was frozen, and her lips were parted, and her pulse was visible in her neck.

“She begged you not to touch her. You heard her voice crack. You heard the word ‘please.’ And you smiled.”

He didn’t respond.

“You told her you didn’t care who claimed her,” I went on. “You said you’d fuck her until she learned how to behave.”

I tightened my grip on his collar.

I leaned in until he could feel the heat of my breath against his cheek.

“You made a mistake.”

He choked. “I’m s-sorry-“

“You’re sorry because you got caught,” I snapped. “Not because you meant a single word of that apology. You’re sorry because I’m the one who walked around the corner. You’re sorry because she’s claimed, because she’s mine, and now you’re on the floor choking on your own spit.”

He coughed again. His face was wet. Blood. Tears. Snot. A mess of all of it.

My claws extended fully.

I reached down and gripped the inner seam of what was left of his pants and yanked until he screamed. The fabric tore straight down the middle. I grabbed him by the base of his cock and squeezed-not hard enough to tear it yet, but hard enough that he shrieked like an animal.

“You used this like a threat,” I said. “So I’m going to ruin it.”