Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 20

Who Is This Stranger?

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Who Is This Stranger?

The second I stepped through the door, my lungs stopped working.

Not because it was crowded. Not because the music was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. Not even because

Tasha was already pulling me forward like she was leading me into a f*****g rave.

It was the smell.

The heat.

The s*x in the air.

That sharp, humid thickness that curled around my thighs like a whisper. My cunt clenched before I even realized what was happening. My whole body responded instinctively, like my biology just clocked where the f**k we were and was like, oh… oh f**k.

Because this wasn’t just a party.

This was a goddamn orgy disguised as a house party.

People were making out in public like they couldn’t breathe unless their tongues were down someone’s

throat.

A girl in the kitchen was grinding on a guy while his hand was inside her dress. Inside. And she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Just moaning softly into his mouth as his fingers disappeared up to the knuckle.

There were bodies everywhere. On counters. On couches. Some grinding on each other like they were in heat. Which, now that I think about it, they probably were.

A few had shifted partially. Fangs flashing. Eyes glowing. I watched a couple on the stairs lose control and f*****g shift during s*x. Mid–thrust. No shame. No pause. Just fur and snarls and a girl screaming yes yes yes like getting knotted in public was her Saturday night plan.

I felt my stomach twist. My thighs squeeze tighter.

I was an Omega.

Unmated. Untouched. Half–wrecked by Damon’s mouth.

And I just walked into a f*****g den of wolves with their c***s out and no rules.

Every cell in my body screamed danger. Every instinct I had said turn the f**k around. But I didn’t. I followed Tasha deeper into the house like an i***t. Like prey. Like a girl already halfway ruined and too curious for her

own good.

And they smelled me.

f**k. I could feel it.

The shift in the air when I passed

The subtle turns of heads.

The sniffing.

The growling.

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I wasn’t even the hottest girl here. Not by a long shot. There were girls in lingerie and pasties and sheer gowns with t**s out and legs spread and collars on.

Pants

But none of them smelled like me. None of them were Omega and wet and leaking Damon–f*****g–Thornvale’s warning between their thighs.

I didn’t belong here.

I knew it in my bones.

But I couldn’t stop walking.

Then she appeared.

Like a scene from one of those pornos I pretended not to watch.

t**s.

Just… t**s.

Gigantic, gravity–defying, perfectly round titties practically punching me in the face as this platinum–haired barbie bounced toward Tasha in six–inch heels and the tightest, glossiest latex top I’d ever seen. Her lips were shiny. Her waist was snatched. And her smile was fake as f**k.

“Tasha,” she screamed, arms wide like they were best friends who hadn’t seen each other since the war.

Good to see you finally made it.”

She hugged her tight, jiggling everywhere, perfume slamming into me like a glitter–scented truck.

Strawberries. Weed. s*x.

And then her eyes landed on me.

And her smile… it f*****g slowed.

Like her brain just switched gears.

Like she sniffed something she couldn’t quite place and decided to follow the scent.

Her gaze dragged over my body so slowly it felt like she was peeling the ds off with her eyes. She tilted her head, one manicured finger wrapping around a lock of her hair.

“Who’s this?”

Her voice was syrupy.

Too sweet.

Like poison disguised as honey.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Because she wasn’t really talking to me. She was studying me. Picking me apart with those sharp, glitter–shadowed eyes like she already knew I didn’t belong here and wanted to see how fast I’d fall apart.

Tasha slung an arm around me, laughing like nothing was wrong. “This is Lyra. My Best friend.”

Best friend.

My stomach twisted.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe scream.

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Because I wasn’t just her friend.

I was the girl her father made moan on the bar an hour ago.

The girl who came down the stairs with c*m on her thighs and a warning in her ears.

The girl with a pulse too loud and a cunt still clenching around nothing.

But I smiled.

f*****g smiled.

Because what the f**k else was I supposed to do?

The blonde stepped closer. Her hips moved like a dancer’s. Her lashes fluttered.

“Well hello, Lyra,” she purred. “You look… fresh.”

Fresh?

What the f**k was that supposed to mean?

My eyes darted to Tasha, but she was already pulling away, distracted by someone yelling across the room.

“Drinks!” she squealed. “I need a shot!”

Then she was gone. Vanished into the blur of bodies and music.

Leaving me alone.

With her.

The blonde stepped in, smile razor–sharp.

She sniffed.

Not discreetly.

Sniffed.

And her smile grew

“Mmm,” she whispered, her eyes locking on mine. “You’re not from aroung nere, are you?”

I took a shaky breath. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was trying to act cool. Chill. Not like I was

seconds away from bolting or falling to my knees, whichever came first.

“… just moved.”

Her eyes dipped again.

To my thighs.

To the way they were pressed together so tightly I was practically vibrating.

She leaned in like she was going to whisper something dirty in my ear, and for a second I panicked. I thought she was going to call me out. Say she could smell him on me. That I reeked of Alpha and c*m and something forbidden.

But she didn’t.

She just dragged one perfect red nail down the center of my chest..not touching, but close enough to make

Who Is This Stranger?

my n*****s harden under the mesh.

And she whispered,

“You should be careful, Lyra.”

I blinked fast.

“What?”

She smirked.

“There are wolves here who’d do anything to sink their teeth into an unmated Omega.”

She stepped back, letting her gaze drop one more time to my legs.

And then she was gone.

Just like that.

Melted back into the party like smoke.

I stood there frozen. Shaking. Horny. Confused. My cunt was aching. My mind was screaming. I didn’t know if

I was going to run or scream or shove my hand between my legs and rub myself raw in a bathroom.

All I knew was that Damon wasn’t here.

But his warning still was.

His f*****g touch still was.

And I was a wet, trembling, wide–eyed little Omega in the middle of a goddamn den of wolves.

And every single one of them could smell what I was.

And exactly how close I was to breaking.

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I was still standing there like a f*****g statue, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out, thighs clenched so tight I was surprised I could still feel them, when Tasha came crashing back into my space like a goddamn glitter bomb.

She had a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and her pupils were huge.

Like black holes eating light.

Like she’d either snorted something or was about to.

Her dress was already halfway up her thighs.

One strap had slid off her shoulder.

And she looked so goddamn alive it made me ache.

“There you are!” she yelled over the music, her voice coated in euphoria and vodka. “Why the f**k aren’t you drinking?”

I blinked.

She didn’t wait for an answer.

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She shoved a red solo cup into my hand, sloshing whatever was inside all over my fingers.

“Here. Drink. Dance. Flirt. Do something, b***h. You look like you’re waiting for someone to kidnap you.”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t speak.

I was still trying to catch up to the f*****g scene happening all around me. I saw a girl on her knees in the corner, sucking off a guy with a collar on.

I saw a half–shifted wolf girl on a leash, crawling through the crowd, barking for shots. I saw a group of guys sniffing something off each other’s abs while a girl fingered herself to the beat.

“I…” My voice cracked. I sounded like a f*****g child. “Tasha…. this place is too wild for me. I don’t… I don’t

know if I can..”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “f**k you, Lyra. Butchered live a little!”

And then she f*****g did it.

Right in front of me.

She reached out.

Grabbed two guys standing by the bar..one blonde, tall, sharp–jawed with a smirk like the devil. The other dark, tan, thick arms, tribal tattoos crawling up his neck. Neither of them hesitated. Not even for a second.

And she kissed them.

Both of them.

Mouth wide, tongue out, one hand on each of their c***s like she was choosing a weapon.

I froze.

Mouth open.

Heart f*****g imploding.

Is this b***h crazy?

Yes.

Yes she f*****g is.

She pulled away with a laugh, mascara smudged, mouth red and swollen and soaked, and then turned to me

with fire in her eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said.

Oh no.

Oh f**k no.

“I want both of you to f**k me.”