Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Chapter 77

Lyra

Oh my God.

I said it.

I fucking said it.

And the second the word left my lips, I wanted to stuff it back in with both hands and maybe a sock.

His face didn’t move.

But everything else did.

The room. The air. The hallway. .

I felt it.

That shift.

"Wow," Damon said. His voice didn’t even have teeth. It didn’t need to. Just that one word—and it gutted .

"Get out of my sight too, Lyra."

And I panicked.

"No, wait..I can expla..."

"I said get out."

The way he cut

off.

Like I was a stain.

Like I wasn’t just a mistake—I was a waste of his breath.

I staggered back a step, my vision burning, my throat closing like it couldn’t bear the pressure of swallowing everything I wanted to scream.

But I couldn’t leave.

I didn’t move.

Because suddenly he was walking toward .

Fast.

His jaw was clenched. His chest rising and falling. His fists were loose at his sides like he was holding sothing back and about to fail miserably.

And then he stopped.

Right in front of .

Too close.

Way too close.

I could see his pupils dilating. I could feel the heat rolling off his body like steam. My whole soul was shivering and his shirt was sticking to

in the worst possible way. Every inch of

felt too exposed. Too bare. Too fucking wet.

"You lied to ," he growled, his voice low and rough and so close I could taste it on my tongue.

"I didn’t—" I started, but it was useless. He wasn’t listening. He was watching. Staring. Devouring.

"I should fuck you again for lying to ," he murmured, and holy hell, I almost collapsed.

"What?"

His head tilted slightly, like a predator eyeing his prey right before he pounced.

"You knew she fucked six n. You knew she was out there letting boys pass her around like a party favor. And you didn’t tell ?"

His eyes dropped slowly, tracing the outline of my chest beneath the shirt—his shirt—the one that was still damp with sweat and stretched from where he tore it off himself in the closet like he was going to die if he didn’t get inside .

"You let

worry, when the whole ti, you knew she was already gone."

I couldn’t speak. My throat was dry. My hands were shaking so hard I thought he might see them blur.

"I should bend you over that dresser," he whispered, voice like sex and sin and smoke. "Pull this little shirt up, shove your face down, and remind you what happens when you lie to your Alpha."

My legs buckled.

He caught . Of course he did. One hand to my hip, firm and possessive, like even when he hated , he couldn’t help but own .

"You look guilty," he said, smirking now. "Soaked and guilty. You’re still wet, aren’t you?"

"I—" I couldn’t even lie. My thighs were fucking drenched.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Tell ... is that my cum dripping down your legs or just the sound of my voice getting you wet again?"

Fuck.

I whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

I hated myself for it.

But I was shaking and turned on and humiliated all at once, and that combination broke sothing inside .

"You liked it when I used you," he whispered, hot breath licking down my neck. "You begged

to ruin you in the closet. You ca so hard you saw stars, didn’t you? And now you’re standing here, trying to lie to

with my seed still leaking out of you like a fucked-up little confession."

I tried to speak.

Tried to breathe.

But I couldn’t.

Because his hand was sliding up the back of my thigh now, under the shirt, slow and teasing, just enough to make

feel how slick I still was.

"Pathetic," he muttered. "Still dripping. Still clenching for ."

"I didn’t an to lie," I whispered.

"But you did." His voice hardened, his fingers pressing against the inside of my thigh. "And now you’re going to pay for it."

"I’m sorry," I breathed.

"Are you?"

He pulled back just enough to look

in the eyes, and I could see it now..that twisted, dark hunger fighting with sothing deeper. Sothing angrier.

"You want

to forgive you?" he asked. "Then prove it."

"How?"

"Strip."

My breath hitched.

"Right here?" I whispered.

He leaned in.

"I just heard my daughter brag about an orgy," he said coldly. "I’m in the mood to erase everything I heard."

His thumb traced the edge of my inner thigh, slow and cruel.

"So take off my shirt, Lyra. Bend over. And let

punish you for lying."

"But... we’re in the hallway," I whispered, and I hated how weak I sounded. My voice barely made it out of my throat. It was cracked and shaky and not even convincing.

I could hear myself, could hear the way I tried to keep control of the situation—but I had none. Absolutely none.

Not when his eyes were on . Not when he was standing that close. Not when my entire body was still soaked with everything he’d done to

not even an hour ago.

"We’re in the hallway, Damon," I said again, a little louder this ti, like maybe repeating it would make him care. "This isn’t even the downstairs hallway. This is the one right outside Tasha’s room. What if she cos out? What if soone sees? What if I..."

He cut

off before I could say another word.

"I don’t fucking care."

That’s what he said.