Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 245

Damon

I didn’t want her going to school anymore. It wasn’t up for debate. It wasn’t negotiable. It wasn’t something I would even entertain as a possibility, no matter how many times she cried or screamed or pouted in my face.

The decision was made the second I knew she was pregnant with my pups, and no tantrum..no matter how dramatic or wet or emotionally manipulative was going to change that.

But the pregnancy wasn’t the only reason.

My daughter goes to that school.

And not just any daughter.

Tasha.

The most unhinged, manipulative, emotionally violent girl I have ever known who is worse than her fucking dead mother.

She is not innocent. She is not sweet. She is not some confused little girl mourning her broken family. She is calculated, vindictive, smart enough to see everything, and cruel enough to act on it.

And when she finds out Lyra is pregnant, it won’t be jealousy. It won’t be drama. It will be war.

And she would never—never—tolerate Lyra walking into school, visibly pregnant, dripping in my scent, marked in every way that matters, glowing and leaking and adored.

That would trigger something dark in her. And I don’t care if people think I’m being paranoid or overprotective. I know my daughter. I know what she’s capable of. And I will not give her the opportunity to so much as look at Lyra the wrong way.

I will not risk it.

I don’t want anything stressing my kitten. Not hormones. Not judgmental stares. Not a fucking hallway full of teenagers gossiping behind their screens.

Not the teachers asking if she needs time off. Not girls in school whispering about how fast she’s gaining weight or asking who the father is. And especially not Tasha.

So no, she’s not going back.

She will be homeschooled.

Safe. Comfortable. Protected.

And I already have plans in motion..real plans. I’m not just talking. I’m preparing the next step. We’re leaving this place. Leaving this house. I

have another property overseas, far from the pack, far from my Alpha duties, far from the world that keeps demanding pieces of me. A quiet place. Private. Secure. A sanctuary where she can carry my pups without fear or noise or interruption.

If I have to step back from my role as Alpha, so be it. If I have to cancel meetings, walk out on business, dismantle deals..fine. I’ll burn the empire down if it means I can watch her belly grow and rub her swollen feet and carry her from room to room when she’s too tired to walk.

I want to be there for everything. The cravings. The tantrums. The hormones. The ultrasounds. The morning sickness and the midnight tears and the sacred moments when she talks to my pups through her skin like they can hear her.

I want all of it.

She doesn’t see that yet. Right now, she’s overwhelmed. She’s raging, crying, clinging to every last piece of normalcy she thinks she’s losing. Her emotions are running wild. Her body’s changing. Her life’s shifting faster than she can process. And I get it. I do.

But she’s mine.

And I know what she needs.

So when I pulled her into my arms and felt her trembling with frustration and fire, I said the only thing I knew would snap her out of her spiral long enough to breathe again.

"Do you wanna bite me?"

She didn’t even blink. That pout deepened, those eyes narrowed, and her voice came out hot and bratty and full of venom.

"Yes."

Then she bit me.

Not playfully. Not softly. Not gently testing her strength like a shy little kitten. She leaned in, gripped my shoulder, and sank her teeth in like she was claiming blood.

"Fucking hell, kitten," I groaned, jerking from the force of it. "You are a feisty little one."

She only pulled back when she was satisfied, her lips brushing the mark like she was proud of it. She didn’t apologize.

She didn’t flinch. She looked me straight in the eye and spoke with all the sugar and spite in her spoiled little body.

"Be grateful I didn’t bite your dick."

And there she was.

My chaos.

My Omega.

My perfect little monster with heavy tits and attitude in her bones. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

I smirked, hand sliding down to her ass, gripping it hard enough to make her gasp. I tilted my head, leaned in close, and whispered into her mouth.

"Why don’t you do it then, kitten?" I said slowly, dragging every word out like a promise. "Bite Daddy’s dick." I said, letting the words slide from my mouth like silk wrapped in venom.

I didn’t say it as a joke. I didn’t say it to make her blush. I said it because I fucking meant it. I wanted to feel her teeth.

I wanted her on her knees, lips stretched around the cock that had claimed every inch of her. I wanted her bratty little mouth open wide while her eyes stared up at me, daring me to break her again.

I gripped her ass, pulled her tighter onto my lap, and felt the heat of her cunt. She was already fucking ruined just from the way I was talking to her. I hadn’t even touched her the way I wanted yet, and she was already falling apart.

"You’ve got a mouth on you, kitten," I whispered, dragging my fingers up her spine, letting them rest at the nape of her neck like a leash.