Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 175

~Lyra~

The old man or whatever the fuck his name was-didn’t stop with one comment. He didn’t make one nasty remark and shut the hell up like a man with survival instincts.

No.

He kept talking.

“Look at her,” he sneered, gesturing with one hand like he was pointing out a buffet item. “Look at the way her tits bounce when she breathes. You sure she’s eighteen? Because fuck me, that body says p**n star, not politician.”

I stiffened. My fingers curled so hard my nails dug into my palms. My stomach flipped. My jaw tightened. I didn’t look at Damon yet. I couldn’t. Because surely, surely he was about to shut this bastard down.

But no.

The man went on.

“She’s got the kind of mouth you grip the back of her head for. I mean damn. All that attitude? That heat? That mouth? You don’t crown bitches like her. You fuck them. You tie them up. You make them scream until their voice is gone.”

The blood in my ears was rushing so loud I could barely hear the rest, but I didn’t have to. He wasn’t slowing down.

“Bet she whines real good when you spank her. Bet her ass jiggles like sin. Look at her skin-fucking glowing. If you’re smart, you’ll stop playing house and let the rest of us have a turn. I don’t mind used holes, not when they’re wet like that.”

I froze. Every muscle in my body locked up. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t think.

He laughed. Laughed.

“I mean, come on, Alpha Damon,” he said, dragging out every word like he thought he was charming. “You really gonna waste that kind of slut on monogamy? You know she’d look better on her knees with a whole room full of cock in her face. That’s a Luna? She looks like a goddamn brothel baby. Maybe if she shuts up and spreads those legs we’ll believe she’s useful.” And then he looked at me. Actually looked at me. Grinning. Smirking. Like he expected me to shrink. Like he expected me to cry.

“She got that good little breed-me face. I’d knot her. Raw. In front of everyone. Make her beg for it. Bet she’d love it. I mean- fuck-you could sell that pussy and build a palace on the profits.”

And then.

Then the part that shattered me.

Because Damon…

Damon laughed.

He actually fucking laughed.

A low chuckle, deep in his chest, dark and cruel and casual. He didn’t stop the man. Didn’t growl. Didn’t even glare. Just turned slightly and muttered-

“You might be right.”

My stomach dropped. My pulse stopped. I felt dizzy. Sick. My lungs wouldn’t fill.

“What?” I whispered, barely able to hear my own voice over the roaring in my ears.

He nodded. Still calm. Still relaxed. Still looking at the man like they were sharing a goddamn drink.

“She does scream when she comes. She scratches. She bites. She begs. Hard.”

I wanted to run. I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t understand. Why was he saying this? Why was he agreeing? Why was my Alpha-the man who literally murdered someone for less than a comment-now smiling at a fucker who just reduced me to a fuckable toy?

“Wettest little Omega I’ve ever touched,” Damon added, voice low like he was complimenting a car. “Drips like a faucet. Can’t take more than two fingers without shaking.”

I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my heart punching my ribs. My fingers were shaking. Not from fear. From rage. From the kind of fury that makes fire look cold.

“She likes being watched, doesn’t she? Bet she got wetter the second we stared. She wants it. Craves it. We’ll make her moan for the council. Let her thank us while we fuck her full. That pretty mouth can suck one of us while the rest fill her up like a cum tank.”

And then he laughed. He fucking laughed. And that was it. That was the moment I looked at Damon.

Because surely, surely, he would stop this.

But Damon wasn’t stopping him.

Damon was nodding.

Calmly.

Slowly.

Like he was agreeing.

And my soul cracked in two.

“You’re right,” Damon said, voice low, like he was considering it. “You’re absolutely right.”

I froze.