Breed Me. Daddy Alpha

Warning: For matured readers only

This story is not for the faint of heart. It’s dark, twisted, and drenched in betrayal, power, and taboo cravings.

Triggers & themes include: Age gap, possessive alpha, forbidden love, best friend betrayal, emotional manipulation, dominance, and raw desire.

If you want soft, sweet love stories? This isn’t it.

But if you’re ready for a ruthless Alpha who doesn’t ask permission and a girl who should’ve known better but couldn’t stay away..

Then welcome to your next addiction.

I came for the summer. To relax. To spend time with my best friend.

Not to fall into the arms of her father.

But the second Alpha Damon looked at me, I knew I was in trouble.

He didn’t see me as a guest.

He saw me as his.

To control.

To ruin.

To claim.

Now I can’t breathe without thinking about him.

I can’t sleep without feeling the imprint he left on my skin.

He’s not hiding me anymore.

He wants the world to know I’m his.

I was innocent.

I was hers.

Now I belong to the man who was never supposed to touch me.

: Forbidden Desire

~Lyra~

I never intended to fuck my best friend’s Alpha dad. But I’d be a damn liar if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it.

Dreamed about it.

Tasted it behind my closed eyelids with my legs spread and my fingers dripping between my thighs.

Yeah. I know how that sounds.

I’m not sorry.

Because every girl has a first crush.

Mine just happened to be a man who could kill with his bare hands, command an army of wolves, and make my thighs tremble just by walking into a room.

Damon Thornvale.

Alpha. Billionaire. Beast in human skin.

And the man who made me cum for the first time without ever touching me.

I used to touch myself to the sound of his footsteps.

The deep rumble of his voice.

The way he said my name..Lyra..like he owned it. Like he owned me.

And maybe he did.

I was a bit younger the first time I came thinking about him. I can’t remember what age but I know I was fully aware of how I felt.

Locked in Tasha’s bathroom with the lights off, panties pulled to the side, my back arched and my face buried in a towel so no one could hear me moan.

I’d seen him shirtless that day. Just once. A glimpse in the hallway.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his chest rose when he breathed.

The cut of his hips. The way he’d looked at me..like he knew.

Like he knew I was already wet.

That I was already his.

I bit down on the towel and shoved two fingers inside.

I came in thirty seconds.

And then again.

And again.

I was addicted.

To a man twice my age. My best friend’s father. A god among monsters.

And I didn’t give a fuck.

Every summer I spent at