Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157

Damon

The anger started deep in my gut and rose like smoke up my spine.

I tried to mindlink her imdiately.

Kitten, I said through the link. Where are you? Can you hear ? Are you okay?

Nothing.

Lyra, I tried again, pushing harder, narrowing my focus, forcing my energy toward her. Talk to . Now.

Still nothing.

I stopped just outside the front entrance, my hand clenching into a fist around the sleeve of her sweater. No response. No connection. Just a wall of silence where her mind should’ve been. Either she was blocking , unconscious, or too overwheld to hear. None of those options sat well with .

My legs were already moving before I realized it, storming through the double doors of the school building, eyes scanning every hallway, every corner, every student in uniform who didn’t matter. I was only looking for one thing—her. And the scent trail—gods, it was strong. Too strong. Like she’d been sweating, panting, pressed up against sothing.

My eyes narrowed.

No. Not sothing. Soone.

I followed the scent around the corner, past a row of lockers, then deeper toward a side hallway I didn’t like the look of. Still nothing. No sign of her.

But the scent—

The scent was maddening.

It clung to the walls. It stained the air. And it was fresh. As if she’d just been here. As if she was still here. As if soone had touched her. Marked her.

I clenched my jaw so tight I heard it crack.

"Where the fuck are you, kitten?" I growled low to myself, ignoring the few students who stepped out of my way when they saw the look on my face. I was seconds from shifting, from letting the wolf take over and tear through this entire building.

Then I saw him.

The principal.

Standing near the main office, clipboard in hand, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose like he had no idea he was breathing the sa air as my Oga.

I marched straight toward him, ignoring the startled gasp from one of the teachers nearby.

"You," I said, voice sharp and low. "Where is she?"

He blinked up at , confused. "I—I’m sorry, who—?"

"My daughter’s best friend," I snapped, stepping closer. "The Oga. Lyra. She was dropped off here less than thirty minutes ago, and I can’t find her. I need to know where the hell she is, and I need to know now."

The man straightened slightly, sensing the danger radiating off .

"I—yes, yes, she was marked present for first period, but—" He looked down at his clipboard, flipping through papers. "I don’t see a current location update from her teacher. Maybe she stepped out to the bathroom or—"

I didn’t wait for him to finish.

She wasn’t in the classroom.

She wasn’t answering my mindlink.

And her scent was thick enough to drive every unmated male in this building insane.

Sothing was wrong.

Very wrong.

And if I didn’t find her in the next sixty seconds, soone was going to die for even looking at her the wrong way.

I passed the main hallway, turned down the narrow side corridor near the storage rooms—cold, unlit, mostly empty during school hours—and that was when I heard it.

A voice.

Male.

Young.

Arrogant.

Laced with so much filth I could taste blood on my tongue before I even saw him.

"If you slap

one more ti," he growled from the shadows, the words disgusting and full of threat, "I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, I do not care who’s claid you—I will bend you over and fuck you until you learn how to behave."

My entire body went still.

The hallway stretched in front of

like a tunnel. The air felt like fire in my lungs. I didn’t move, not yet, because I needed to be sure I heard what I thought I did.

And then—her voice.

Small. Shaky. So soft I almost missed it.

"Please... don’t," she whispered. "I beg you..."

My heart stopped.

My hands curled into fists so tight my knuckles cracked. For a single second, I forgot what century we were in. I forgot where I was. All I saw was red. All I heard was her voice—the desperation, the panic.

I moved.

I didn’t walk. I stord forward, every step a declaration of violence. The lockers rattled from the force of my movent, my power vibrating through the floor as I turned the final corner—and then I saw him.

I saw him.

Standing too close to her.

Hand on her arm.

Body blocking her exit.

My girl—my Oga—was backed up against the wall, eyes wide with fear, skirt twisted, lips parted like she couldn’t even breathe, and his hand was still on her like he owned sothing.

Like she didn’t already belong to .

My voice ca out low and cold, rumbling from deep inside my chest like it had claws.

"Boy."

He turned his head slowly, and the second his eyes t mine, I saw it.

The shift.

The terror.

The realization that whatever fun he thought he was about to have had just co to a violent fucking end.

I didn’t stop moving.

I didn’t blink.

I didn’t give him a chance to explain.

"Get your hands off her," I said through clenched teeth, my voice louder now, sharp and thunderous.

"Now!"