Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 103

Forbidden Bond

Lyra

“What the hell?!” Tasha screamed, her voice cracking like glass under pressure. Her hands flew to her head, fingers clutching at her curls like she was physically trying to keep her sanity from spilling out of her skull.

“You’ve always been drawn to him? What the f**k are you saying right now?! You’re telling me you’ve been thinking about my dad? Since before summer? Since before you even shifted?!”

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t fake another soft, guilty apology like I had anything left to give her.

I stared her dead in the face, trembling, flushed, wet between my legs, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own voice.

“Yes,” I said, and my voice came out steady, sharp, and unapologetic. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

She looked like she was going to pass out.

“Are you hearing yourself?” she snapped. “You were just a kid. And you were getting off to my dad? What kind of sick freak does that, Lyra?!”

“You think I didn’t try to fight it?” I snapped back, taking a step toward her, my blood boiling, my thighs soaked, my shame turning into fuel. “You think I didn’t lie awake at night, hating myself for the way my body reacted every time he walked into a room? You think I wanted this? That I planned it? I didn’t. But the second I shifted, the second the bond snapped into place, it all made f*****g sense.”

Tasha laughed–short and sharp and bitter like broken teeth.

“Oh, it made sense?” she mocked. “That’s your excuse? ‘It made sense. Jesus f*****g Christ. You’re disgusting. You’re broken. You’re a little slut with no self–control and a god complex because your stupid scent made an old man hard.”

That one hit me.

Not because she was wrong.

But because she was too right.

And I liked it.

“I am a slut,” I hissed. “His slut. And he doesn’t need control when I’m already on my knees begging for his knot.”

“Stop it!” she shrieked, tears flying down her cheeks. “You’re talking about my father! The man who raised me! You’re standing here, saying you’ve been touching yourself to the thought of him since before I even invited you to this house!”

“I used to hear his voice from the hallway and get wet,” I said, trembling. “I used to picture what he’d do if I tripped in front of him. If he caught me coming out of the bathroom in a towel. I used to stare at his hands during dinner and wonder how it’d feel if he wrapped them around my throat.”

Tasha made a gagging sound, stumbling back like she was choking on her own spit.

“I hate you,” she whispered. “You’re evil. You’re actually f*****g evil.”

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“No,” I said, and I smiled, slow and wild and wrecked. “I’m just not pretending anymore. You wanted me to be the quiet one. The weak one. The good little friend who sat on the sidelines while you got everything. Well guess what? I got him. The one thing you never thought I’d touch. And I didn’t just touch him. Het him own

me.”

“You’re not even human,” she hissed.

“Neither is he,” I whispered back. “He’s an Alpha. I’m an Omega. And I was made to take every drop of his knot until my belly swells with his pups.”

Her face twisted like she was about to scream again, but I didn’t stop.

I was on fire.

“I moan his name into your pillow,” I said. “I bite into his shoulder while he f***s me from behind on your couch. I ride him in the chair he used to sit in at your school award ceremonies. And the best part? I don’t feel bad anymore.”

“You’re going to rot for this,” she choked. “You’re going to f*****g burn.”

“Good,” I breathed. “As long as I burn with him.”

Tasha’s mouth fell open like she’d just been punched in the stomach, but I wasn’t done. I was so far from

done.

“You want to scream? You want to cry? Go ahead. But don’t stand there and act like you didn’t know

something was happening. Don’t stand there and play innocent when you’ve been ignoring every single sign

since the day I stepped into this house.”

She shook her head, lips trembling. “What the f**k are you talking about?”

“You noticed it,” I said, stepping closer, my voice rising. “You saw the way he looked at me at dinner. You saw

the way I blushed when he walked in shirtless. You saw how I fidgeted when he said my name. You saw everything–you just didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think someone like your boring, stupid best

friend could be the reason your dad’s eyes lit up for the first time in years.”

“Shut up,” she said, voice cracking.

“No,” Lgrowled. “You shut up. I spent years shrinking myself to make space for you. I was always ‘Tasha’s

friend.‘ Never Lyra. Never enough. Just the extra. The backup. The quiet girl who listened while you bragged

about your boyfriends, your life, your everything. And now that I finally have something that’s mine–truly

mine–you want to scream and call me evil? You want to slap me because the Moon gave me something you

can’t have?”

She stared at me like she didn’t even recognize who I was anymore.

Good.

Because I didn’t either.

“You want to talk about Marcus? I laughed bitterly. “You think Leared when you slept with him? I didn’t. Not

because I was jealous. But because I knew no matter how many boys you f****d, no matter hov ny names you collected in your phone, none of them could ever compare to him. Your father. My Alpha. The one who looks at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered.”

“You’re delusional,” she hissed. “You’re a f*****g Omega in heat, and you let it ruin your brain.”

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“No,” I snapped. “I let it free me.”

I stepped forward until I was right in front of her. My body was shaking. My cheeks were hot. My cunt was soaked. My heart was thundering so loud it felt like it echoed in my throat. And I didn’t care anymore if it was cruel. I didn’t care if she cried. I didn’t care if it destroyed us completely.

I wanted her to know.

“When he knots me,” I whispered, “I cry. I scream. I beg him to stay inside. I beg him not to pull out. I beg him to fill me so deep I can’t think for days. I thank him when he finishes. I wrap my legs around him and tell him i want more. And he gives it to me. Over and over and over again.”

Tasha’s breath hitched.

My eyes were glassy, my throat raw, but I kept going.

“You want to know how many times I’ve moaned his name in this house? You want to know how many nights I’ve bit down the pillow and came so hard I forgot my own? You want to know where he touched me the first time? Right here.” I grabbed my own breast, squeezing it through the fabric. “On the couch. With my shirt halfway off and his hand down my shorts. I came on his fingers while you were brushing your teeth.”

“Stop-” she whimpered, but I didn’t let her.

“Then he f****d me against the bedroom wall,” I said, eyes locked on hers. “He pushed me up, pulled my panties aside, and shoved his c**k so deep inside me I saw stars. And I loved it. Every second. Every thrust. Every knot. 1 loved it. I begged for it. I would do it again. Right now. In front of you.”

Tasha shook her head violently, hands shaking like she was about to lose control.

“You’re disgusting,” she whispered.

“No,” I said, “I’m just done hiding what I am.”

Her mouth opened to say something, but Damon’s voice suddenly growled low behind me, rough and final.

“That’s enough,” Damon growled from behind me, his voice low, brutal, and shaking the air like thunder. His fingers clenched tighter around my waist, like he was trying to hold me back before I went too far.

But I didn’t stop..

I turned my head, my eyes wide, my chest rising with sharp, ragged breaths, and I looked at him over my shoulder with the kind of heat that could ignite a city.

“No, Daddy,” I said, my voice sweet and venom–laced and soaked in fire. “It’s not enough. I want to make her understand. I want to make both of them understand exactly who the f**k I am.”

Tasha stepped back like I’d slapped her across the face with my words.

Camilla, still in the corner, looked up from her sobs, mascara streaked down her cheeks, lip trembling like I had just ripped her soul in half.

I turned toward them fully now, not hiding, not flinching, not trying to spare a single shard of their dignity. I stood tall, ruined and flushed and trembling from the heat still dripping between my legs, and I said it.

“I am his Luna.”

Tasha’s eyes went wide. Camilla’s breath caught. And I felt Damon behind me–his body stiffening, his fingers twitching on my waist like I’d just said something sacred and forbidden and true.

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