Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 174

The laughter stopped. Like stopped stopped. Like the air itself went holy fuck we’re not ready for this kind of silence. Like the walls leaned in to hear the next word because even they didn’t want to miss what might come next.

But I wasn’t finished. Oh no. I was still boiling.

And since these disrespectful, rotting bags of superiority had clearly decided to pretend like I wasn’t in the room, I did the only thing I could do.

I spoke.

“Hi.”

Just that. Sweet. Calm. Dripping in venom and a voice that made Damon smirk immediately.

I stepped forward. Like the floor was mine and they were just lucky I hadn’t pissed on it yet to mark territory.

“Let me introduce myself, since clearly none of you know how to ask politely,” I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder even though my scalp still stung from how hard Damon had gripped it earlier while telling me to take his knot like a good girl.

“My name is Lyra. I’m eighteen. I’m legal, I’m claimed, and I’m fucking drenched in the scent of the Alpha who brought me here.”

I saw one of them flinch. Like physically flinch. Like my words reached out and bitch-slapped his pride.

But I wasn’t done.

“You want to talk about sand? You think I look like I still play with dolls? Tell that to my pussy. Better yet, tell that to the locker Damon fucked me against this morning while your outdated little laws were busy gathering dust.”

Silence.

“I’m not a toy. I’m not a child. I’m not a sweet Omega who’ll bow her head and smile through disrespect. I’m the girl your Alpha bent in half before this meeting and came inside so deep I still feel him in my ribs.”

I saw Damon’s jaw flex. He loved it. He fucking loved it.

“You think I’m too young to lead? Too soft to rule beside him? Bitch, you’re too old to think straight. You’ve spent so long looking down on Omegas you forgot what it looks like when one walks in dripping with power.”

One of them tried to speak. I raised a hand.

“No. I’m not finished. You don’t get to laugh at me and then talk like nothing happened. If you think I’m not Luna enough, you can fight me for it. Right here. Right now. One of you old pricks steps forward and lays a hand on me, and I promise you, Damon won’t even need to kill you. I will.”

And I meant it. My voice didn’t shake. My hands didn’t tremble. I wasn’t one of those girls who spoke once and stepped back like oops sorry for existing. No. If I had something to say, I was going to say it, all of it, loud enough to make every man in this room flinch and regret the moment he opened his mouth in the first place.

“Y’all didn’t have a Luna for a really long time. But you have one now” I said, my chin lifted, my eyes burning into theirs.

“And I will rule. I will walk into every single goddamn meeting in this park. I will speak. I will lead. I will wear my Alpha’s bite mark like a fucking crown and every time one of you opens your mouths to question me, I’ll give you another reason to shut the fuck up.”

And that was the moment. Right there. That exact fucking moment I knew he was dead.

Not metaphorically. Not eventually. Not oh-he’ll-get-what’s-coming. I mean dead. As in his lungs would collapse.

His spine would snap. His skull would be crushed. Damon hadn’t even moved yet, but I felt it. I felt the way the entire temperature in the room dropped. The way the air sucked itself out like the building itself was afraid of what was coming next.

And me? I didn’t scream. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t say anything.

I just turned my head.

Slowly.

And looked at Damon.

He wasn’t breathing.

His jaw was clenched.