Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Chapter 242

I covered my face with the blanket and scread into it. I wanted to kick him. I wanted to strangle him. I wanted to fuck him again just to make a point. I did none of those things.

Instead, I peeked out and snapped, "You don’t get to dictate my life!"

He knelt in front of the bed, rested one hand on my belly, and tilted his head like he was speaking to a bratty kitten instead of a hormonal, pregnant teenager he raw-dogged all night.

"I do now," he said.

I gaped at him. "Excuse ?!"

"You’re mine," he murmured. "Every part of you. That womb is mine. That cunt is mine. That mouth you’re using to argue with ? Also mine. So no, baby girl, you don’t get to decide anymore. Not when you’re carrying my legacy."

"I hate you," I hissed, even though my thighs clenched like a goddamn vice and I was already wet again just from his voice.

He smirked. "Your tits say otherwise."

I shrieked and threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and tossed it aside like I hadn’t just tried to murder him via cotton. "Damon!"

"Kitten," he said slowly, "if you don’t lie back down right now, I swear to the Moon, I will bend you over this bed and fuck my pups deeper until you’re too swollen to walk, let alone study."

I blinked at him. My mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again like I was trying to compute the level of audacity this man had just thrown at

at 9:12 AM on a weekday.

I was pregnant. I had cramps in my back. And this grown-ass man had the nerve to threaten to bend

over and fill

more just because I said the word "school."

"What?" I screeched, yanking the sheet up over my chest like suddenly I had modesty—like this man didn’t spend all of last night knotted inside

while telling

how sweet my pussy tasted.

"Are you actually listening to yourself? Damon. You sound insane. Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth?"

He just tilted his head. Like a predator watching his prey lose its mind in slow motion. His eyes didn’t blink. His arms crossed. And that little smile? That smug little twitch of his lips? I wanted to rip it off his face and shove it down his throat.

"No," I said, my voice rising as I sat up straighter in the bed, "you don’t get to make decisions for . You don’t get to dictate my life. I’m not your prisoner. I’m not so cartel Ogas locked in a tower popping out pups on demand. I am a senior in high school. I have a future. I have dreams. I want to graduate. I want to go to prom. I want to walk across the stage and wear that ugly gown and hold my little paper that says I survived school and didn’t die!"

Damon’s eyebrow went up like I was amusing him. Amusing. Him.

"And you know what?" I shouted, now full-on ranting as I flung the covers off and sat there in my milk-stained skin, with bed hair and cum on my thighs and my whole body sore and overstimulated.

"I don’t want to be hoschooled in your luxury house like so..so naked, pregnant housepet with Alpha juice leaking out of her twenty-four-seven!"

He was smirking now.

I picked up the pillow and threw it at his face with everything I had.

"Don’t laugh at ! I’m serious! I am hormonal! I am emotional! My tits are heavy! And you keep calling

kitten like I’m not allowed to be mad!"

He caught the pillow. Slowly placed it down. Then climbed onto the bed like a predator preparing to strike. I shuffled back instantly.

"Don’t you dare, Damon. I an it."

"You’re leaking again," he said calmly.

"I hate you."

"No, you don’t."

"You’re ruining my life."

"I’m giving you a better one."

"You’re turning

into a barefoot, naked, hoschooled milk cow."

"You’re carrying my pups."

He leaned closer, eyes locked on mine.

"You’re mine."

That one hit harder than I expected. Because it didn’t sound possessive this ti. It didn’t sound like a threat or a claim or a horny Alpha marking his Oga again. It sounded... honest.

He looked at my belly. Reached out and cupped the soft curve gently. His thumb rubbed over my skin like he was morizing it. Like he didn’t trust the world not to take it from him.

"You’re my world now," he said. "You. Them. Everything. And I’ll protect it with my life. Even if that ans protecting you from yourself."

And just like that, I cracked.

I burst into tears.