Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Chapter 10.

I didn’t breathe.

I couldn’t.

My lungs refused to work, my chest too tight, too full of everything I couldn’t say. The ache between my legs was still alive, still pulsing like a second heartbeat. Sha curled its claws into , but so did sothing worse. Sothing deeper. Sothing dirtier.

Desire.

My robe was halfway open, clinging to my slick skin, exposing my thigh, my breast, the curve of my stomach still twitching with aftershocks I hadn’t earned.

And Tasha?

Tasha was standing there, sweat glowing on her skin, her hair a wild ss around her flushed face, and her eyes locked onto

like I was sothing she’d stepped in.

"Lyra?!"

Her voice cut through

like a lash.

It didn’t sound like a best friend’s voice.

It didn’t sound like concern.

It sounded like accusation.

It sounded like hate.

Like I’d violated sothing sacred.

Like I was the disgusting one.

I blinked, my vision blurry. My heart was thudding so violently I could hear it in my ears, louder than her moans, louder than the slaps of skin still echoing from minutes ago.

I tried to cover myself, but my hands were shaking too hard. The robe was twisted around my body like a trap. My thigh was exposed, glistening. My nipples were stiff and visible under the thin silk, and I could still feel the slick between my legs pooling, warm and wet and incriminating.

She saw.

Of course she fucking saw.

Her eyes ran over every inch of , slow and deliberate, like she was cataloging every ounce of filth she could find on my skin.

And she didn’t even look surprised.

She looked like she expected it.

Like she already knew how disgusting I was.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she snapped, grabbing a towel off the counter and wrapping it around her bare body with zero sha, tits still bouncing, her pussy still glistening between her thighs. "Were you just standing there watching

get fucked like so kind of pervert?"

"No," I whispered. My voice was paper-thin. Pathetic. "I didn’t an to..."

"Didn’t an to?" she barked. "Then what, Lyra? What the fuck were you doing standing there in the dark with your robe open and your thighs soaking wet? What were you waiting for, huh? Your turn?"

My breath caught in my throat.

I wanted to speak.

I wanted to deny it.

But I couldn’t.

Because she was right.

I had watched.

I had stood there, dripping down my legs, my fingers twitching like I wanted to touch myself again just from the sounds. Just from the way the Beta slamd into her. Just from the way she moaned.

But she didn’t know the worst part.

She didn’t know that it wasn’t the Beta I was imagining.

That the cock in my fantasies wasn’t his.

It was his.

Damon.

"You’re fucking disgusting," she spat. "I saw your face, Lyra. You looked like you were gonna cream yourself just watching us."

Her words slapped

harder than any hand ever could.

I wanted to shrink into the floor.

I wanted to disappear.

But my cunt was still pulsing.

Still aching.

Still betraying .

And she wasn’t done.

"You want him, don’t you?" she said, her voice lower now. "You want the guard. That’s why you stood there dripping on the floor like a little bitch in heat. You wanted him to see you. You wanted him to stop fucking

and bend you over that fucking counter."

I swallowed hard.

The truth twisted behind my teeth.

No.

Not him.

Never him.

But her eyes saw sothing else.

And she hated it.

"You wanted him to grab you by your hair," she said, voice curling with poison. "To shove his cock inside you so deep you forgot your own na. You wanted him to fuck you stupid while I watched, huh? You sick little freak."

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

The tears ca before I could stop them.

But they weren’t just tears of humiliation.

They were tears of heat.

Of pain.

Of need.

Because even now..especially now..I still wanted it.

But not from the man she thought.

I wanted to be bent over.

Split open.

Fucked senseless.

But not by so Beta.

Not by a soldier.

By the man who ruined my mind just by walking past . The man whose voice left

wet for hours. The one who hadn’t even touched

and still made

break.

Damon.

Alpha.

Daddy.

But she didn’t know.

She crouched low, eye to eye with , her breath hot in my skin.

"Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone what you saw," she hissed. "Especially not about

and the guard."

"If you even breathe a word, Lyra," she said, her voice sharp as glass, "I’ll tell everyone what you looked like when I caught you. The way your thighs were shaking. The ss between your legs. The fucking look in your eyes. Like you were begging to be fucked next."

My cheeks burned so hot they could’ve blistered.

But she wasn’t wrong.

Because I had been begging.

Silently.

Shalessly.

For sothing darker.

For sothing crueler.

I didn’t answer.

I just nodded.