Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Chapter 203

Lyra

And even as I cried, I hated myself for how dramatic it looked, for how ssy it sounded, but I couldn’t stop. My emotions weren’t listening to

anymore. They were in full rebellion mode. And my body? My body just wanted him.

He didn’t even flinch.

He didn’t look shocked.

He didn’t try to stop

or tell

to calm down.

He just caught .

Imdiately. Without hesitation. Like his arms had been waiting for this exact breakdown.

He pulled

into his chest so fast and so tight I thought he was going to crush , and I didn’t care. I buried my face in his shirt, clutched fistfuls of fabric like I needed it to breathe, and let it all out. I cried so hard I couldn’t see straight.

My makeup was absolutely ruined. My body wouldn’t stop shaking. My thighs kept pressing together like they didn’t know if they wanted to close or open. And through it all, he just held .

He pressed his hand to the back of my head and stroked my hair gently, slowly, tenderly, like I was this precious little thing that might fall apart completely if he didn’t keep touching .

"Shh, it’s okay," he whispered against my hair. "I’ve got you, kitten."

I whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

My knees gave way completely and he just adjusted, wrapping one strong arm under my thighs and lifting

off the ground like I weighed nothing.

And even though I was still crying, sothing about being held like that so easily, so tightly, so completely—made my brain short-circuit in the worst, dirtiest, most confusing way.

And then..

Then he leaned down, his lips brushing the edge of my ear, and said the filthiest, most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard whispered to a crying girl in her Alpha’s arms.

"What’s wrong, kitten?" he murmured, voice low and syrup-thick. "You miss Daddy?"

I swear my whole body tensed at once.

Heat slamd between my thighs like a door being kicked open. My breath hitched. My fingers curled even tighter in his shirt.

I was still crying. Still shaking. Still completely emotionally wrecked. And yet my nipples hardened. My core throbbed. And my Oga hormones lit up like soone flipped the switch back to heat mode.

I couldn’t even answer him.

I just whimpered again, this tiny cracked sound that barely escaped my throat.

He knew.

He fucking knew.

And then he made it worse.

So much worse.

"You miss Daddy’s cock?" he whispered right into my ear, so close I could feel the heat of his breath slide down my neck like a finger.

My stomach dropped. My thighs jerked. I felt myself throb. Like full-on pulse between my legs. My face flushed so hard I felt like it might peel off. And my tears kept coming, but now they were tangled with sothing hotter.

"I know you do," he said softly. "I know you miss the way I stretch you open. The way I fill that tight little hole until you’re whining into the pillow, begging for Daddy to stop but taking it anyway."

My breath hitched again.

It wasn’t fair.

I was a ss. A sobbing, confused, maybe-pregnant little Oga who ca here to tell him sothing important, and now I was leaking between my legs just from hearing his voice. My body wasn’t listening to

anymore. My body only listened to him.

"Tell

what you want," he murmured. "Anything, baby. You say the word, and Daddy will give it to you. You want comfort? I’ll hold you all night. You want cock? I’ll bend you over the fucking table right now and fuck you full again. You want both? You’ll get both."

I tried to speak.

I really did.

I opened my mouth. I pushed out this tiny sound that was maybe a syllable. But it broke off again. I hiccupped. My shoulders shook. My brain felt like soup. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to scream or kiss him or sink into the floor and disappear or wrap my thighs around his waist and beg him to fuck the truth out of .

He leaned back just enough to look at my face.

I was sure I looked wrecked.

Eyes swollen. Lips trembling. Nose running. Still trembling in his arms like I’d lost control of everything.

But he didn’t flinch.

He looked at

like I was beautiful.

Like I was his.

And when his thumb brushed a tear from my cheek and he kissed the corner of my mouth, I finally found my voice.

It cracked.

It trembled.

But it ca out.

"I don’t know what’s happening to ," I whispered. "I think I’m pregnant, Damon."

"I don’t know what to do," I said quickly, breath shaking. "I’ve never been this late before. Not even close. I thought maybe I was just stressed or maybe it was my diet or sothing stupid, but I feel I’m pregnant , and my boobs hurt, Damon.

"They hurt. And they look different, and my heat was off, and my scent changed, and I didn’t say anything because I was scared and I didn’t want to sound crazy, and then Tasha started saying shit and I just..."

His whole body froze.

And I stopped breathing.