Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 15

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Blood and Obedience

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Blood and Obedience

~Damon~

They were already speaking before I stepped in.

Their voices didn’t carry far, but I didn’t need volume to taste betrayal.

I stood outside the chamber door for a full five seconds. I could’ve walked in. I could’ve slammed the doors

off their hinges and demanded silence. But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know how far they’d fallen while I

was out cleaning their mess.

Another patrol lost. Another breach. A child found dead with his stomach hollowed out and his eyes missing.

And in the middle of it all, my name sat on their tongues like poison.

Bronn’s voice came sharp and bitter, chewing the air between them.

“He’s done nothing. We’re dying, and our Alpha is f*****g invisible.”

Ryven responded, voice lower but no less accusing.

“We lost three more last night. The rogues didn’t just kill them. They strung them up. Left them twitching. That’s not an attack. That’s a message.”

Then Marin, that smug bastard, hissed like a snake.

“And our Alpha doesn’t even show. Doesn’t send word. Doesn’t send a second. He’s either gone soft or gone

rogue.”

My fingers flexed on the door handle.

That was enough.

I pushed.

The doors swung open with a sound that made every neck snap toward me. I didn’t slam them. Didn’t shout.

Just walked in. Steady. Slow. Silent. And the room swallowed its own heartbeat.

Ten of them. Betas, elders, lieutenants, sitting around a long black table polished with the blood of wolves

who had earned their place. Most of them couldn’t even meet my gaze.

I didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

I walked to the head of the table and dropped a thick file. Blood–streaked. Sealed with the imprint of my ring.

When it hit the surface, it sounded like a death sentence.

And it was.

“Start talking,” I said.

Silence.

Then Ryven finally cleared his throat.

“We’re unraveling, Alpha. The southern patrols are decimated. The rogues aren’t hunting like strays anymore. They’re moving like soldiers. Smarter. Faster. Like they’ve trained for this. Like they know us.”

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Bronn stood, fists clenched, eyes burning with frustration.

“They’re inside. They know our rotations. Our weak points. They’re being fed from within. And while all this is happening, you don’t show. You don’t speak. You leave us blind.”

I stared at him.

Then slowly stepped forward until we were almost chest to chest.

“You think I’ve been hiding,” I said, voice quiet but sharp enough to slice the air. “You think I’ve been resting

while your warriors die.”

He didn’t answer.

I opened the file.

Flung it onto the table.

Photos. Names. Coordinates. Wolves they knew. Wolves they trusted. Wolves that bled our secrets into

enemy hands like cowards.

“You want to know where I’ve been,” I growled. “I’ve been knee–deep in rogue blood beneath Sector Nine. In the frost tunnels where the scent of death is so thick it stains your lungs. I’ve been dragging your traitors out by their throats and carving the truth out of them while you sat here jerking yourselves off with your own fear.”

My voice rose.

Not yelling.

Just loud enough to echo through their bones.

“I’ve killed twenty–seven wolves in nine days. Fifteen were ours. Three of them council–born. One of them,” I

turned to Marin, “your son.”

The room froze.

Marin stood.

His face paled.

“You lie.”

I took a step toward him. My chest burned. My knuckles cracked from how tight my fists clenched.

“I found his corpse wearing a rogue’s sigil branded into his spine. Found letters, maps, payment routes. I didn’t lie. I slit his f*****g throat.”

Marin lunged.

I didn’t move.

I let him come.

Let him believe he could touch me.

Then I struck.

One hand to his throat. One foot behind his knee. He collapsed like a bag of bones, and I drove him into the table. Wood splintered. He gasped. Clawed. Choked.

I leaned in.,

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“You think I flinch from spilling your blood?” I whispered. “You think your legacy means anything when you spit on your oath and raise a traitor in your own home?”

I shoved him off me.

He dropped to the floor, coughing and bleeding, humiliated.

And no one helped him.

Because they were all staring at me now.

Every one of them.

Eyes wide.

Spines stiff.

Because I wasn’t the Damon they thought they remembered.

I was something worse.

I turned to them again.

“You think my silence makes me soft. You think because I haven’t stood at this table and roared, I’ve lost

control. But you forgot something.”

I gripped the edge of the table and bent forward, looking every one of them in the eye.

“I don’t roar for attention. I kill in silence.”

I took my seat.

Finally.

Let the silence hang until it screamed.

Then I spoke.

“Effective immediately. Blood oaths will be renewed. Patrol routes will be rotated. All wolves will be inspected by dawn. Anyone who refuses disappears.”

Ryven shifted in his seat. Slowly. Carefully.

“What do you mean… disappears?”

I looked at him.

Dead in the eye.

“I mean I cut their head off and leave it at the border as a gift to the rogues.”

Not one word followed.

Just the faint scrape of a chair as someone tried to sit straighter.

I leaned back. My fingers tapped against the armrest. Slow. Rhythmic. A sound that would haunt them for

weeks.

“You want to survive this war?” I asked. “Then follow my lead. You don’t have to like me. You don’t have to trust me. You just have to f*****g obey.”

And one by one, they obeyed.

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Chins lowered.

Voices silenced.

Heads bowed.

I didn’t smile.

Didn’t smirk.

Didn’t move.

I let them sit there in the weight of it. The weight of me. The weight of what they had just remembered.

That I am not their friend.

Not their savior.

Not their hope.

I am the reason the pack is still breathing.

And if they test me again, I will be the reason it burns.

I watched them bow.

I watched them pretend.

Their heads lowered. Their mouths shut. But I could still hear the grind of their teeth. Still smell the rot of disobedience crawling under their skin like maggots. Respect isn’t real when it’s born from fear. But obedience? Obedience I could work with.

The meeting ended in silence.

No hands raised.

No arguments made.

No challenges issued.

Exactly how it should be.

I didn’t move when the chairs scraped back. Didn’t blink when they stood one by one and filed out with their tails between their legs. They passed me like shadows afraid of their own shape, offering quick nods, clipped murmurs, stiff spines trying not to show the tremble behind them.

But one.

One didn’t walk like the others.

One walked too fast.

Too tight.

Eyes darting. Shoulders tense.

Trying to leave too soon.

Trying to breathe before the rest.

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Bronn.

I watched him.

He didn’t know I was watching.

He didn’t even glance back.

That was his first mistake.

I let him pass through the door.

Let him make it to the corridor.

Let him think he’d gotten away.

Then I stood.

No word.

No sound.

I moved like a predator..

I walked out after him and closed the door behind me gently.

Bronn’s footsteps were ahead and he walked really fast. Trying not to look like he was fleeing while his scent screamed guilt.

I called his name once.

Not loud.

Just enough to make him stop walking.

“Bronn.”

He froze.

He didn’t turn.

He stood there like his spine had been carved from ice and his blood replaced with lead. I could hear his pulse from ten feet away. He was panicking.

He turned slowly.

Face tight. Hands twitching at his sides.

“Yes. Alpha.”

I stepped toward him.

My hands were at my sides. Honestly it was relaxed But my wolf was right under my skin, teeth bared, waiting for my command.

“You left quickly,” I said.

He forced a smile. Too stiff. Too fake.

“I had duties to attend to. Border watch. The North Gate…”

“You’re not on the North Gate schedule.”

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His mouth opened.

Closed.

Then opened again.

“Alpha, I didn’t mean…”

I stepped closer.

He stepped back.

Wrong move.

I let him retreat three more steps.

Then I lunged.

Not with claws.

Not with teeth.

With truth.

I shoved him hard against the stone wall. My hand wrapped around his throat. Not tight enough to kill. Not

yet. Just enough to feel his panic crawl up his skin and settle in my palm.

“You were lying during the meeting,” I said. “I could smell it. Your sweat stank of betrayal.”

He shook his head. His voice was high. Pathetic.

“No. I swear. I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Then why run?”

“I wasn’t running. I was..”

“Wrong again.”

I slammed him harder. The back of his skull cracked against the–wall. He winced. His hands rose like he

could fight me.

I growled.

The sound alone dropped him to stillness.

“You were working with Marin’s son.”