Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 176

No.

No no no.

What was happening?

“You’re right about everything,” he continued, turning his head just slightly toward the man but keeping his body facing mine. “She does scream. She does beg. She likes it when I use my teeth. You want to hear what she sounded like against that locker? You want to know how she looked when I pulled her hair and made her say please?”

My knees almost buckled. I couldn’t process it. Couldn’t understand. My mouth went dry. My throat closed. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream at him to stop-to stop fucking agreeing with the man who just suggested gang-raping me in the goddamn Alpha Council room.

“Bet she’d let us all take her right now if you asked nice,” the old fucker added, grinning so wide I could see every yellow tooth in his rotting mouth. “Hell, I’ll take the first ride. Spread her on the table, slap that ass a few times. I’ll lick her nipples, bite down a little, make her cry for real Alpha cock.”

And then-then-he reached out.

He actually reached for me.

Two fingers, extended, like he was about to touch me.

Like he thought he could.

Like he fucking belonged anywhere near me.

That’s when Damon moved.

Fast.

Before the old man’s fingers could get within inches of my skin, Damon exploded. He didn’t growl. He didn’t shift. He didn’t roar. He ripped.

His claws came out so fast I didn’t even see the blur. All I heard was the wet sound of flesh being torn. All I saw was the man’s eyes going wide, then wider, then full of blood as Damon’s claws sank through his neck and sliced upward, tearing his oesophagus clean out like it was tissue.

Blood hit the ceiling. The table. My face.

The man didn’t even scream.

His mouth opened.

His body spasmed.

And then he collapsed.

Hard.

Wet.

Lifeless.

Damon stood over him, panting once-just once-before dropping the steaming, ragged pipe of throat meat to the floor like trash.

Silence crashed into the room like a bomb.

And I… I was shaking.

“She’s mine.”

His lips curled.

“Mine like blood. Mine like soul. Mine like fucking destiny.”

No one dared look away. Not even me.

“And if any of you-” he began again, his voice dropping lower, darker, more savage with every word, “if any of you dare to disrespect her again… if any of you even think about talking sexually about what’s mine…”

He took a slow step forward, dragging his claws along the edge of the blood-soaked table.

“I will fucking burst your cocks open.”

The words echoed like gunshots.

“Do you hear me?” he snarled, voice feral now. “I will slice them off at the root and shove them down your throat. I will rip your balls out of your shriveled little sacks and let my wolf eat them. I’ll let him chew the meat while you watch.”

Someone gasped. Another choked. One man actually slid his chair back like he was trying not to piss himself.

But Damon wasn’t finished.

“I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care what rank you’ve held. You so much as breathe wrong in her direction again, and I will make you suffer. I will make you scream until your own pack refuses to claim your corpse.”