Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 225

~Damon~

The doctor is here. Now I know y’all might be wondering how I killed Camilla.

Well she’s dead. And no, I don’t feel guilty. Not in the way people expect.

You want to know if I feel good about it?

The part of me tho. Just a little. Maybe I feel good that she’s gone. That her voice won’t be polluting the air around my Omega. That she won’t get to put her poison anywhere near Lyra, or near the child growing inside her.

But my wolf?

He doesn’t just feel good. He feels fucking satisfied. Like a beast curled up next to a fresh kill. Like nothing else matters now that the threat is gone. My wolf doesn’t do guilt. He does instincts. And his instincts told him to protect Lyra, no matter the

cost.

Now I have to figure out how the fuck I’m going to explain to Tasha why her mother has gone missing.

But that’s not what matters right now.

That is so far down the list of priorities I can’t even see it.

Because the only thing I care about in this moment is the girl sitting here, flushed and trembling, her shirt slightly askew, her breathing shallow, her nipples visibly hard beneath the thin cotton. Her name is Lyra. She is my Omega. My problem. My obsession. My girl.

And the doctor?

She’s here to check if the baby growing inside her is alive and well or if she is not pregnant.

There’s a knock.

“Alpha Thornvale,” the voice says gently through the door. “I’m here for Lyra’s check-up.”

Lyra stiffens. Her eyes flick to mine, wide and glassy. Her thighs press together, not to hide herself but to contain something, her wetness.

The arousal she’s been soaking in ever since she sat on my lap and told me in perfect, pornographic detail how she’d make me kneel for her in a fake classroom.

And now she wants to pretend she’s behaving?

She has the audacity to sit there like some innocent little student and whisper, “I’ll be a good girl.”

That sentence alone makes my cock throb so hard it aches.

She’s not being good. Not even close. She’s drenched, needy, swollen between the thighs.

Her lips are parted, her chest rising too fast, and her eyes are burning with the kind of heat that tells me she wants me to ruin her right in front of the doctor. She’s just too much of a coward to say it out loud.

I open the door.

The doctor steps inside with the air of a professional who’s seen it all and won’t comment on any of it. But her eyes scan Lyra in a single flick and pause.

They see the messy hair. The flushed cheeks. The half-unbuttoned shirt. The way she’s sitting a little too straight, a little too perfectly, as if trying very hard to look untouched.

The doctor doesn’t say anything. Just sets her bag down, pulls out her equipment, and nods toward Lyra with soft, practiced calm.

The moment the doctor’s gloved fingers pressed against Lyra’s breast, I saw it.

The change.

The shift in her posture.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t breathe.

I laughed.

The kind of laugh that made people nervous. The kind that always came before something dangerous.

The doctor straightened at the sound. Her shoulders stiffened. She realized too late that she’d overstepped.

“Excuse me?” I said, stepping forward. “You want me to leave?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t give her the chance.

“You do realize she’s my Luna, right?” I continued. “She carries my mark. My seed and who knows maybe fucking child.

There is no part of her body you’re about to touch that hasn’t already been in my hands, under my mouth, or on my cock.” The doctor’s eyes widened slightly, but I didn’t stop.

“She is mine,” I growled, locking eyes with her. “Her slick, her scent, her fucking moans..they belong to me. Her chest rises when I touch her. Her thighs tremble when I look at her. And her body every inch of it..is a map I’ve memorized in the dark.”

I leaned in one step closer, lowering my voice.

“There is nothing,” I said.

“that you are going to see here that I haven’t fucked, bitten, or filled.”