Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 171

~Lyra~

Oh my Goddess.

He just said it. Out loud. In front of everyone.

“Listen up. Everyone.”

And when I say everyone, I mean it. Every single soul in that hallway froze. The kind of freeze you only see in movies where time stops and the music cuts out and you just know something dangerous is about to happen. It was like the air itself got scared. Like even the oxygen knew not to mess with Damon when he spoke like that.

Then someone said it.

“Is that not Alpha Damon?”

A girl was staring straight at me now. Her eyes were huge. Her mouth was wide open. Her face looked like she had just seen the Moon Goddess herself descend from the sky and declare me queen.

And then someone else whispered, “Tasha’s dad, right? The strongest Alpha to ever exist?”

Another voice, this time shaky and terrified, added, “I heard he ripped a rogue’s head off with his bare hands. Didn’t even shift.”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. My whole body was on fire, but not from shame. From adrenaline. From the high of being owned in the most brutal, public, no-going-back way imaginable. My thighs were trembling. My lips were parted. My heart was beating so fast it sounded like war drums in my ears.

Then Damon said it.

“Silence.”

Just one word. That was all it took.

Every single person in that hallway shut the fuck up.

Phones were lowered. Bags hit the floor. Some people didn’t even dare to breathe too loud. It was like the entire school was holding its breath at once, waiting to see who would die first if they made the mistake of speaking.

He looked at all of them with eyes that could kill. Real, actual kill. Not the dramatic kind. The real kind. The kind of stare that made your inner wolf roll over and submit whether you wanted to or not.

And then he turned to me.

And my stomach dropped.

Because I knew what was coming.

“Let this be a warning,” he said, pointing down at the boy on the floor, the one still twitching and bleeding like roadkill. “He touched what’s mine.”

I swear I almost moaned.

That word-mine-hit me like a slap to the soul. I wanted to scream it. I wanted to tattoo it across my chest. I wanted to claw it into my own skin just so I could look at it when I was alone and remember this moment forever.

He stepped forward, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Anyone who touches her again will beg for the death I gave him.”

Lyra

Oh my actual fucking Moon Goddess.

He didn’t just say that.

He didn’t just say that in front of everyone. In front of the entire student body.

“Look at her.”

And I swear on every holy book and every dirty magazine I’ve ever hidden under my bed that my pussy fluttered.

Not twitched. Not tightened. Fluttered.

Because there he was, the most dangerous man in this building, covered in blood and still probably hard from ruining me against a locker, declaring to the world that I was his. Not flirt-with-me-at-your-own-risk his. No. I-will-rip-your-heart- out-and-feed-it-to-your-mother his.

“She’s mine,” he growled, voice low and cruel and godlike. “Do you hear me? Mine. I don’t share. I don’t offer. I own.” And I swear, every girl in that hallway started crossing their legs. Every boy looked down at the floor.

Every teacher stepped back just a little. Because there was no doubting it anymore. I wasn’t just some random Omega in heat. I was the Luna now. Claimed in full view. Marked by heat and knot and cum. His cum.

“I hope each and every one of you understood,” he said.

And that was it. The final warning. The judgment day. The damn apocalypse.

And like good little children facing a god with blood on his hands, they answered.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

And my insides did a backflip.

Damon nodded once, satisfied like a lion after a kill, and then casually so casually I wanted to scream, he looked down at the crumpled, bloodied body on the floor like it was trash beneath his boots and said—

“Good. Now call your cleaners.”