Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Chapter 168

Lyra

The laughter stopped. Like stopped stopped. Like the air itself went holy fuck we’re not ready for this kind of silence. Like the walls leaned in to hear the next word because even they didn’t want to miss what might co next.

But I wasn’t finished. Oh no. I was still boiling.

And since these disrespectful, rotting bags of superiority had clearly decided to pretend like I wasn’t in the room, I did the only thing I could do.

I spoke.

"Hi."

Just that. Sweet. Calm. Dripping in venom and a voice that made Damon smirk imdiately.

I stepped forward. Like the floor was mine and they were just lucky I hadn’t pissed on it yet to mark territory.

"Let

introduce myself, since clearly none of you know how to ask politely," I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder even though my scalp still stung from how hard Damon had gripped it earlier while telling

to take his knot like a good girl.

"My na is Lyra. I’m eighteen. I’m legal, I’m claid, and I’m fucking drenched in the scent of the Alpha who brought

here."

I saw one of them flinch. Like physically flinch. Like my words reached out and bitch-slapped his pride.

But I wasn’t done.

"You want to talk about sand? You think I look like I still play with dolls? Tell that to my pussy. Better yet, tell that to the locker Damon fucked

against this morning while your outdated little laws were busy gathering dust."

Silence.

"I’m not a toy. I’m not a child. I’m not a sweet Oga who’ll bow her head and smile through disrespect. I’m the girl your Alpha bent in half before this eting and ca inside so deep I still feel him in my ribs."

I saw Damon’s jaw flex. He loved it. He fucking loved it.

"You think I’m too young to lead? Too soft to rule beside him? Bitch, you’re too old to think straight. You’ve spent so long looking down on Ogas you forgot what it looks like when one walks in dripping with power."

One of them tried to speak. I raised a hand.

"No. I’m not finished. You don’t get to laugh at

and then talk like nothing happened. If you think I’m not Luna enough, you can fight

for it. Right here. Right now. One of you old pricks steps forward and lays a hand on , and I promise you, Damon won’t even need to kill you. I will."

And I ant it. My voice didn’t shake. My hands didn’t tremble. I wasn’t one of those girls who spoke once and stepped back like oops sorry for existing. No. If I had sothing to say, I was going to say it, all of it, loud enough to make every man in this room flinch and regret the mont he opened his mouth in the first place.

"Y’all didn’t have a Luna for a really long ti. But you have one now" I said, my chin lifted, my eyes burning into theirs.

"And I will rule. I will walk into every single goddamn eting in this park. I will speak. I will lead. I will wear my Alpha’s bite mark like a fucking crown and every ti one of you opens your mouths to question , I’ll give you another reason to shut the fuck up."

I took one more step. Just one. But it was enough to make the one nearest to

lean back in his chair like he suddenly realized I wasn’t going to sit down and play nice.

"So if you don’t like it?" I snapped, my voice sharp, my body shaking from the force of what I was saying—my tits literally bouncing.

"If you don’t like it, get the fuck out of this pack."

The room went still. I could feel it—the shift in air, the tension, the old fear crawling up their throats because they knew I wasn’t bluffing.

"And one more thing," I added, my voice low now, a little dangerous, a little soft in that way that makes people lean in right before you slap the fuck out of them.

"Don’t ss with ."

Then it happened. Of course it fucking did. There’s always one. One bastard too old to think straight and too horny to stay silent. He leaned back in his chair with this filthy-ass smirk, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek like he was enjoying the show and forgetting who the fuck he was looking at.

"Fuck," he muttered, loud enough for all the others to hear. "She’s a feisty one, huh?"

I froze. My fingers curled into fists.

"She must be fucking dangerous in bed."

Oh no. No.That was not happening. Not today.

"Look at her tits shaking when she talks," he went on, laughing like he wasn’t sealing his fate with every word. "You can rule us on our dicks, Luna."

And that was the mont. Right there. That exact fucking mont I knew he was dead.

Not taphorically. Not eventually. Not oh-he’ll-get-what’s-coming. I an dead. As in his lungs would collapse.

His spine would snap. His skull would be crushed. Damon hadn’t even moved yet, but I felt it. I felt the way the entire temperature in the room dropped. The way the air sucked itself out like the building itself was afraid of what was coming next.

And ? I didn’t scream. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t say anything.

I just turned my head.

Slowly.

And looked at Damon.

He wasn’t breathing.

His jaw was clenched.