Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Lyra

Oh my Goddess.

He just said it. Out loud. In front of everyone.

"Listen up. Everyone."

And when I say everyone, I an it. Every single soul in that hallway froze. The kind of freeze you only see in movies where ti stops and the music cuts out and you just know sothing dangerous is about to happen. It was like the air itself got scared. Like even the oxygen knew not to ss with Damon when he spoke like that.

Then soone said it.

"Is that not Alpha Damon?"

A girl was staring straight at

now. Her eyes were huge. Her mouth was wide open. Her face looked like she had just seen the Moon Goddess herself descend from the sky and declare

queen.

And then soone else whispered, "Tasha’s dad, right? The strongest Alpha to ever exist?"

Another voice, this ti shaky and terrified, added, "I heard he ripped a rogue’s head off with his bare hands. Didn’t even shift."

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. My whole body was on fire, but not from sha. From adrenaline. From the high of being owned in the most brutal, public, no-going-back way imaginable. My thighs were trembling. My lips were parted. My heart was beating so fast it sounded like war drums in my ears.

Then Damon said it.

"Silence."

Just one word. That was all it took.

Every single person in that hallway shut the fuck up.

Phones were lowered. Bags hit the floor. So people didn’t even dare to breathe too loud. It was like the entire school was holding its breath at once, waiting to see who would die first if they made the mistake of speaking.

He looked at all of them with eyes that could kill. Real, actual kill. Not the dramatic kind. The real kind. The kind of stare that made your inner wolf roll over and submit whether you wanted to or not.

And then—he turned to .

And my stomach dropped.

Because I knew what was coming.

"Let this be a warning," he said, pointing down at the boy on the floor, the one still twitching and bleeding like roadkill. "He touched what’s mine."

I swear I almost moaned.

That word—mine—hit

like a slap to the soul. I wanted to scream it. I wanted to tattoo it across my chest. I wanted to claw it into my own skin just so I could look at it when I was alone and rember this mont forever.

He stepped forward, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Anyone who touches her again will beg for the death I gave him."

Lyra

Oh my actual fucking Moon Goddess.

He didn’t just say that.

He didn’t just say that in front of everyone. In front of the entire student body.

"Look at her."

That’s what he said. Loud. Clear. Like I was a fucking trophy on display. And not a pretty little one behind glass. No.

A dripping, ruined, freshly-claid trophy, legs still shaking, stomach still tight, skin still warm from his palm and his cock and his voice. I could still feel his knot stretching .

I could still feel his grip on my throat. I could still hear the filthy sounds echoing off the lockers when he slamd into

like the whole hallway belonged to us.

Everyone stared.

I an everyone.

Even the teachers. Even the creepy looking janitor.

And then—he said it.

His voice dropped like thunder wrapped in fire.

"If any of you boys dare touch her, flirt with her, or even co close to her—"

And oh God, I already knew it was going to be bad. I knew it in my bones. My wolf was pacing inside . My pulse was in my ears.

"—I promise you, I won’t just rip your cock out."

Soone behind

gasped. Like actually gasped out loud. I think it was Alex from math class. He dropped his bag. I swear he pissed himself a little. But I couldn’t look. I couldn’t move. I was locked in place by Damon’s voice, by the feral heat in his eyes, by the weight of the claim he had just slamd over the entire hallway like a bloody gavel.

"I’ll rip your chest open. With my hands."

That’s what he said.

With his mouth. In front of everyone. In front of .

And I swear on every holy book and every dirty magazine I’ve ever hidden under my bed that my pussy fluttered.

Not twitched. Not tightened. Fluttered.

Because there he was, the most dangerous man in this building, covered in blood and still probably hard from ruining

against a locker, declaring to the world that I was his. Not flirt-with--at-your-own-risk his. No. I-will-rip-your-heart-out-and-feed-it-to-your-mother his.

"She’s mine," he growled, voice low and cruel and godlike. "Do you hear ? Mine. I don’t share. I don’t offer. I own."

And I swear, every girl in that hallway started crossing their legs. Every boy looked down at the floor.

Every teacher stepped back just a little. Because there was no doubting it anymore. I wasn’t just so random Oga in heat. I was the Luna now. Claid in full view. Marked by heat and knot and cum. His cum.

"I hope each and every one of you understood," he said.

And that was it. The final warning. The judgnt day. The damn apocalypse.

And like good little children facing a god with blood on his hands, they answered.

"Yes, sir."

Soft. Timid. Scared shitless.

"Yes, Alpha."

And my insides did a backflip.