Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 120

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What’s Happening To Me

I spiraled.

“Oh my God. Oh my f*****g God. Why am I horny?” I cried, staring down at myself like my body had betrayed me in the most offensive, sluttiest way possible.

“What is happening to me?! This can’t be normal! I’m crying and pregnant and scared and probably going to die and my v****a is like, ‘Hey queen, now would be a really great time to get railed again. What the hell is wrong with me?!”

The doctor looked like she wanted to disappear. Damon looked like he wanted to take me up on it.

“No. Nope. Do not look at me like that,” I hissed at him, pointing a shaky finger at his face. “Don’t you dare do the growly Alpha thing. Not now. Not when I’m emotionally compromised and clinically insane. You think this is sexy? You think me ugly crying and threatening to name our babies Eenie, Meenie, Miney, and f**k–It is hot?

He smirked.

He actually smirked.

I gasped like I’d just been slapped with a dildo.

“I knew it,” shrieked. “You’re not normal either! This whole thing is cursed. I’m over here crying about stretch marks and baby carriages and you’re looking at me like you want to bend me over the examination table while the doctor holds a f*****g stethoscope to my belly!”

“Lyra,” Damon said, his voice low and rough, which was not helping, by the way, “your scent just changed.”

I blinked. “What scent?”

“Your scent baby,” he growled.

“Oh my God,” I screamed, and I tried to cross my legs but it was too late, I could feel it, my stupid p***y was soaked and my thighs were warm and I knew exactly what he meant. I was leaking. I was leaking like some Omega fountain of filth and pregnancy hormones.

“I’m disgusting!” I cried, flailing my arms dramatically. “This is wrong! I should be throwing up or fainting or making a baby registry! Not dripping slick all over your lap while we talk about quadruplets!”

“You’re not disgusting,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my lower belly like he was calming a wild animal.

“I feel disgusting! I feel like one of those girls in heat porn who moan while the doctor fingers them during a check–up! I feel like I should be in a video titled ‘Pregnant and Desperate–Omega Needs Alpha Knot After

Ultrasound Meltdown!”

The doctor cleared her throat and awkwardly took a step away from us.

I turned to her with wide, pleading eyes.

“Is this normal?” I demanded. “Am I broken? Is this some weird Omega hormone overload thing? Do I need pills? Therapy? A religious intervention?”

She looked slightly horrified but tried to keep it together.

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“Pregnancy can heighten sensitivity,” she said, her voice as calm as possible considering I had just valled about porn. “Especially in bonded Omegas. The increase in estrogen, oxytocin, and endorphins during early gestation can cause elevated arousal and emotional Instability. It’s not unusual.”

I blinked. “So I’m not crazy?”

“No,” she said, clearly trying not to make eye contact with Damon. “Not at all.”

“Great,” I muttered. “So I’m just a sobbing, horny teenage Omega carrying four Alpha babies and leaking slick on your examination bed like some unhinged fertility goddess.”

“Basically,” Damon said under his breath, and I elbowed him in the ribs.

“I swear to God,” I hissed at him. “If you pull your c**k out right now, I will ride it.”

And then I blinked.

I froze.

My hands slapped over my mouth like I could shove the words back inside me before they stained the air forever, but they were already out there, floating, echoing in the room like the world’s dirtiest confession.

Damon arched a brow. That f*****g brow. The one he raises when he knows I’ve lost control. The one that

says, Oh? Say that again, princess.

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“Wait..no, no, no,” I stammered, throwing my hands up and pointing frantically at him like that would erase

what I just said,

“Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. That was my horny brain talking. That was the

Omega in me, okay? That was the s*x demon version of me that shows up when you get too close and

breathe through your nose like that and my slick starts leaking and I forget how to human.”

He didn’t say anything. His eyes just darkened.

“Oh my God, don’t smirk!” I gasped. “Seriously, you’re making it worse. Because now I can’t stop imagining it. You, standing right here in front of the doctor like

some Alpha god with your c**k out, hard, thick, veins pulsing, and me just climbing into your lap like á s*x–starved housewife with zero shame and too much milk swelling in her tits.”

The doctor made a choked sound behind me, but I was too far gone.

“I’m not okay,” I whispered dramatically. “Like genuinely, mentally, spiritually, sexually..not okay. Do you know what I’m picturing right now? You pushing me back on this exam bed, lifting my legs, pulling my soaked panties to the side and just sliding in while I scream your name so loud the nurses outside faint.”

Damon stepped closer.

I took a shaky breath and slapped my hand over my forehead.

“I want it,” I confessed, full–blown unraveling. “I want you to ruin me again. Right here. With the doctor standing three feet away and my body all puffed up and fertile and leaking.

“I want you to f**k me so deep I forget how to say the alphabet. I want to feel it, Damon. I want to feel your knot swell and stretch me open and lock me down so I don’t even remember what it was like to walk around

without your c*m inside me.”

I was panting now. Fully sweating. My legs were crossed and squirming. My thighs were wet. I didn’t know

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how to sit still.

“I can feel my p***y clenching,” I moaned, like the w***e I truly am. “It’s like it’s begging for you. I can’t help it. My womb heard the word ‘four babies‘ and now she’s in full Omega heat mode like, yes Daddy, let’s double

down on the destruction.”

“Lyra,” the doctor said behind me, and her voice cracked a little. “… I haven’t completed the scan.”

I spun toward her dramatically, arms flailing. “Then complete it! Before I start begging this man to bend me over and breed me again like I’m a porn star in labor!”

She looked like she wanted to crawl under the bed and cry.

I turned back to Damon, eyes wild, voice breathy. “You have to help me. Or hurt me. Or f**k me until I pass out. I don’t care. Do something. Because my clit is throbbing. Like I can feel every heartbeat in it. I swear I can hear my own p***y breathing. She’s literally going ‘Damon… Damon… Damon… like she’s summoning you with a mating chant.”

I fanned myself with both hands. “I’m broken. I’m f*****g broken. I’ve reached a level of horny I didn’t even know existed. And I still have tears on my face! Like, what is this? Some twisted Alpha–Omega kink where crying and creaming happen at the same time?!”

Damon stepped closer. His scent washed over me like s*x and hunger and a hundred memories of what he did to me the last time I begged.

And suddenly, I didn’t care that we weren’t alone. I didn’t care that I was on a medical bed. I didn’t care that I was carrying four babies and had just screamed at a licensed professional.

All I cared about was the fact that I needed him.

Right here.

Right now.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Do something. Touch me, Push me. Pin me. I don’t care if I give birth right here on this

table. Just f**k me first.”

And that was when the doctor dropped her stethoscope.

I turned to the doctor, panting, eyes wild. “I am begging you,” I gasped, and it was not cute. I was full–blown

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