Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 170

She was still catching her breath, her cheek pressed against the cold locker, her hands trembling as my knot throbbed inside her. My arm was wrapped tight around her waist, holding her up, keeping her steady. Her heat-slicked thighs were soaked in everything I’d poured into her.

But then she blinked.

Just once.

And her voice broke through the silence, soft and breathless and panicked.

“Wait… Damon… is it not too early to meet the pack?”

I didn’t answer yet.

“I mean,” she kept talking, faster now, words tumbling over each other in a desperate rush, “they’ll all be there, right? The Betas, the Elders

I stared at her, my hand still firm around her throat, my cock still buried inside her, locking us together.

“I don’t want them to see me like this,” she whispered, panicked now. “I don’t want the entire pack whispering about me. I can’t-please-I’m not ready-“

“I’m too young”

“Kitten,” I said, and my voice alone was enough to make her stop mid-ramble. “Listen to me. Right now.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide, her lips parted and still trembling. I gripped her jaw and forced her to look over her shoulder at me.

“I do not care anymore.”

She froze.

“I don’t care who talks. I don’t care what the Betas think. I don’t care what the Elders whisper. I don’t care if Tasha cries or if Camilla packs her bags. I am done hiding. I am done pretending. You are my fucking mate. I want to let the whole fucking world know that.

Her eyes watered. Her breath caught. I pressed my lips to her cheek and spoke clearly, cruelly, deliberately.

“Camilla is human. She is not my mate. She never was. She never will be. She is a contract signed before I ever scented you. She is a name on paper and a ring I should have buried years ago.”

Lyra’s voice cracked.

“But I don’t want to be the reason she-“

“You are not the reason for anything,” I snapped. “You didn’t ask to be mine. You didn’t beg for this bond. The Moon Goddess chose you. My wolf chose you. And my body has already claimed you. Do you hear me? There is nothing to apologize for.”

Her eyes were glassy, her chest heaving. She didn’t interrupt.

Her voice pulled my attention toward the blood-slick floor behind us. I turned my head and followed her gaze. The boy I had broken-his body crumpled in the corner, unconscious, twisted, and soaked in his own blood.

I smiled slowly.

“Oh, kitten,” I said darkly, my tone low and vicious, “I won’t leave him there.”

I pulled out of her slowly, watching the thick trail of my cum drip from her ruined pussy down her thighs and onto the floor. Her knees almost gave out from the motion, her body convulsing around the loss of my knot, but I caught her waist with one hand and held her steady.

I fixed my pants just enough to tuck myself away, still hard, still aching, still furious, and walked across the hallway toward the broken bastard who dared touch what belonged to me.

I bent down, grabbed the blood-soaked collar of his shirt, and lifted him like a ragdoll. His body sagged in my grip, barely conscious, twitching and limp as I dragged him across the floor. Blood smeared in long streaks behind us, sticky and dark.

I dragged him out of the narrow hallway and into the main corridor, where the lockers opened up to a wider passage that connected the classrooms, the library, the cafeteria, and the east stairwell. Students were already flooding out of rooms, walking in cliques, chatting, laughing, scrolling on their phones.

And then I dropped the body.

“Listen up. Everyone!”