Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 172

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

I could only stand there with my whole soul shaking and my body still humming like a struck tuning fork. My knees wanted to collapse. My heart wanted to escape my chest. My heat was still burning, still pulling, still dripping out of me in hot little waves every time I clenched my thighs. Which was every two seconds.

And then he looked at me.

He looked at me like he was still hungry.

Like I wasn’t done.

Like this was just halftime.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak loud. He didn’t ask for permission or check to see if I could walk.

He leaned in and muttered, all low and filthy and full of wreckage-

“Let’s go, kitten.”

And I swear-

Fuck.

Just that one word tore through me like a second orgasm. A mental one. An emotional one. My whole body reacted. I moaned without moaning. My breath shuddered out of me and I had to squeeze my fists just to stay upright. I wanted to drop to my knees right there in front of everyone and beg him to take me again.

He walked.

I followed.

And the hallway stayed parted, like he was Moses and I was the water and we had just committed a sin so great even the walls were too scared to breathe.

There you have it, folks.

Yup. That’s how my first day of school went. Not a cute little walk to homeroom. Not a shy girl with her books pressed to her chest and a fresh pen to take notes in Algebra.

Crazy, right?

Like if someone had told me this morning, “Hey Lyra, don’t bother packing a lunch today because you’ll be too busy getting fucked into a public surface while your mate turns the hallway into a crime scene,” I probably would’ve laughed. I probably would’ve put on a cuter bra. Or worn heels. Or done a little more lip gloss.

And the truth?

The sick, twisted, delicious truth?

I fucking loved it.

Every second. Every sound. Every secondhand gasp and flinch and drop of silence. I loved the way his voice shook the walls. I loved the way his hands held me like I’d fall apart if he didn’t claim me.

Tell me you wouldn’t want to be me.

Go ahead. Say it with your whole chest.

Say you wouldn’t want to be the girl who moaned “Daddy” in front of a row of lockers and made the scariest Alpha alive lose control.

You can’t say it, can you?

You want it.

I see you. Don’t pretend. Don’t lie.

You want to be the one he calls kitten. You want to be the reason he snaps necks and shatters skulls and spits threats so hot the floor trembles. You want to be the one who walks beside him, ruined and radiant and branded with his scent so deep even the Goddess herself can’t wash it off.

I can feel it. I can see it. You’ve been squirming since the first time he pinned me to the locker and told me not to move. You’ve been clenching your thighs every time I mention his knot. Your eyes widened when I said his cum was still leaking out of me. Don’t lie. You’ve probably got your phone in one hand and your other hand already sliding into your waistband.

It’s okay.

I get it.

So do what you need to do.

Go touch yourself. Go get a fucking vibrator and fuck that pussy of yours. Rub that needy little clit. Slide your fingers in. Moan out loud.

Pretend it’s your body he’s pinning, your pussy he’s stretching, your heat he’s flooding. Touch yourself while I drip and shake and beg him to knot me again.

You need to cum.

I want you to cum.

I want your legs to shake. I want your throat to go dry. I want your whole body to pulse with it. I want you to feel everything I felt when he buried himself so deep inside me I forgot I ever existed without him.Scream into your pillow and beg the universe to send you your own Damon Thornvale. And when you’re done? Come back.

Because this story isn’t finished.

Not even close.

Click on the next chapter and watch me walk into that pack meeting like the Luna I was born to be.

Now hurry up and flip the page.

Your dirty little Luna has more chaos to cause.