Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Chapter 172

Lyra

"You’re gonna fucking kill

one day," he muttered, and I laughed—soft, dangerous, unapologetic.

"Only if you piss

off."

I turned my eyes back to the council.

"The rogues aren’t just growing. They’re preparing. They’re smart. They’re fast. And they’re angry. They know we’ve underestimated them. They know you’re old and slow and stuck in tradition. That’s why they’re taking Ogas—they know your weak spot. They know what makes you panic."

One man coughed. Another cleared his throat. One finally looked ashad.

"They’re going after your legacies," I said. "Your daughters. Your future breeders. They’re turning your bloodline into weapons. And if we don’t stop them now, they’ll make a pack bigger and darker than anything we’ve seen in our history. And this council?" I scoffed. "This council won’t survive it."

I looked up at Damon again, and this ti I saw it—pure fucking pride shining in his eyes like moonlight on a blade.

"So yeah," I said, licking my bottom lip slowly. "I know a few things."

He leaned in behind , low, close, one hand resting on the back of my chair like he wanted to cage

in front of them and mark

all over again.

"Say one more thing, kitten," he whispered again, this ti slower, hotter, with just enough threat laced in to make my pussy flutter.

."Just one more word and I swear I’ll lose it. Say sothing smart. Say sothing slick. Fuck—say anything at all and I’ll fuck you in this chair until the floor floods with your heat and these cowards finally learn what it ans to kneel to a Luna."

I tilted my head back just slightly, enough to see his shadow hovering behind , his jaw sharp, his eyes locked on the curve of my smirk like it was the only goddamn thing in the room.

So I did what I do best.

I talked.

"Well, since you’re begging..." I purred, dragging my nails across the armrest, slow and teasing, like I didn’t give a single fuck that there was a dead man at my feet and twelve terrified Alphas holding their breath across from . "Here’s what you all need to hear from your Luna"

I stood again.

"You old folks are scared of rogues," I said, voice sharp now. "But do you know what scares

more? Stupidity."

They blinked.

I kept going.

"Rogues are predators. But you—" I pointed around the table— "you’re the reason they have a chance. You made your packs weak.

"You raised sons who inherit power without earning it. You trained warriors to follow orders instead of think. You ignored the Ogas, silenced the seers, mocked the witches, and now you’re surprised the balance is off."

One of the n shifted in his chair like my words were physically burning him.

Good.

"Rogues didn’t create this chaos. You did. By pretending that strength only cos in one form. You made the cracks they’re crawling through. And while you were too busy jerking off to war stories, they built a fucking army."

Damon’s breathing behind

was getting heavier. Darker. His presence felt like a thundercloud about to snap open and ruin the earth.

"You want to win this war?" I snapped, slamming my hand on the table so hard the wood echoed. "Then stop playing politics and start listening to the ones you thought were too soft to matter."

I looked at Damon. Straight in the eyes. My body still pulsing. My voice still trembling with everything I’d said.

"Because I’d rather bleed beside an Alpha who protects

like a storm than sit silently in the shadow of n who don’t even deserve the title."

And that?

That was the mont he lost it.

He growled. Growled—deep and loud and animal. The sound of a man who had held himself back for too long.

"Fuck," he hissed, grabbing my waist from behind and pulling

flush against him, his grip punishing. "I told you what would happen."

His breath hit my neck, hot and fast, and I swear I moaned—just a little, just enough to make every single one of those pathetic, silent Alphas look away in sha.

"You open that filthy mouth one more ti and I swear, kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard this table splits in half."

I didn’t look away. I didn’t shrink.

I just whispered back, "Then what the fuck are you waiting for?"

That’s what I said. Out loud. With my full chest. With his blood still drying on my skin and every nerve in my body still humming from the way he growled in my ear.

I knew what I was doing. I fucking knew. My voice wasn’t trembling. My legs were, maybe a little. But not my voice. That ca out hard and wet and reckless, the way only a cock-dumb, freshly-ruined, adrenaline-drunk Oga can sound when she’s toeing the line between power and punishnt.

Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t smirk. He didn’t tease

back with a dirty little wink like he sotis did when I got mouthy.

He snapped.

He turned around so fast his coat flared behind him like a whip of smoke and ash, and then he said it. Loud. Low. Final.

"Everyone out. Now!"