Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 178

I turned my eyes back to the council.

“The rogues aren’t just growing. They’re preparing. They’re smart. They’re fast. And they’re angry. They know we’ve underestimated them. They know you’re old and slow and stuck in tradition. That’s why they’re taking Omegas, they know your weak spot. They know what makes you panic.”

One man coughed. Another cleared his throat. One finally looked ashamed.

“They’re going after your legacies,” I said. “Your daughters. Your future breeders. They’re turning your bloodline into weapons. And if we don’t stop them now, they’ll make a pack bigger and darker than anything we’ve seen in our history. And this council?” I scoffed. “This council won’t survive it.”

I looked up at Damon again, and this time I saw it-pure fucking pride shining in his eyes like moonlight on a blade.

“So yeah,” I said, licking my bottom lip slowly. “I know a few things.”

He leaned in behind me, low, close, one hand resting on the back of my chair like he wanted to cage me in front of them and mark me all over again.

“Say one more thing, kitten,” he whispered again, this time slower, hotter, with just enough threat laced in to make my pussy flutter.

.”Just one more word and I swear I’ll lose it. Say something smart. Say something slick. Fuck-say anything at all and I’ll fuck you in this chair until the floor floods with your heat and these cowards finally learn what it means to kneel to a Luna.”

I tilted my head back just slightly, enough to see his shadow hovering behind me, his jaw sharp, his eyes locked on the curve of my smirk like it was the only goddamn thing in the room.

So I did what I do best.

I talked.

“Well, since you’re begging…” I purred, dragging my nails across the armrest, slow and teasing, like I didn’t give a single fuck that there was a dead man at my feet and twelve terrified Alphas holding their breath across from me. “Here’s what you all need to hear from your Luna”

I stood again.

“You old folks are scared of rogues,” I said, voice sharp now. “But do you know what scares me more? Stupidity.”

They blinked.

I kept going.

“Rogues are predators. But you-” I pointed around the table- “you’re the reason they have a chance. You made your packs weak.

“You raised sons who inherit power without earning it. You trained warriors to follow orders instead of think. You ignored the Omegas, silenced the seers, mocked the witches, and now you’re surprised the balance is off.”

His breath hit my neck, hot and fast, and I swear I moaned—just a little, just enough to make every single one of those pathetic, silent Alphas look away in shame.

“You open that filthy mouth one more time and I swear, kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard this table splits in half.” I didn’t look away. I didn’t shrink.

I just whispered back, “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”

That’s what I said. Out loud. With my full chest. With his blood still drying on my skin and every nerve in my body still humming from the way he growled in my ear.

I knew what I was doing. I fucking knew. My voice wasn’t trembling. My legs were, maybe a little. But not my voice. That came out hard and wet and reckless, the way only a cock-dumb, freshly-ruined, adrenaline-drunk Omega can sound when she’s toeing the line between power and punishment.

Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t smirk. He didn’t tease me back with a dirty little wink like he sometimes did when I got mouthy.

He snapped.

He turned around so fast his coat flared behind him like a whip of smoke and ash, and then he said it. “Everyone out. Now!”