Breed me Raw, Alpha

Damian's knot was swelling again, fast and brutal, like his body refused to let me go while the words on the screen burned into my retinas.

Congratulations, Alpha Voss. The breeding program welcomes its newest donor pair.

He clutched me so tightly I could barely breathe, his heart hammering against my spine.

"Selena," he rasped, voice stripped raw, "listen to me. That text wasn't meant for me. It was meant for Chloe."

I went cold.

"What?"

He pulled out just enough to spin me on his lap so I straddled him face-to-face, still locked together, cum and slick sealing us. His hands framed my cheeks, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Five years ago," he said, "after my wife died, the pack council came to me. They'd been running a black-book program for decades: pairing prime alphas with rare fertile omegas to strengthen bloodlines. Off the books. No consent forms. No choice. They called it the Genesis Protocol. I told them to burn in hell."

His thumbs wiped my tears.

"They didn't like that answer. So they waited. Watched. When Chloe turned eighteen, they approached her instead. Offered her money, status, a seat on the council one day. All she had to do was deliver a compatible omega. One who could take my knot, carry my pups, and never ask questions."

My stomach lurched.

"Chloe sold me?"

"She thinks she saved us," he said bitterly. "She believes the program is voluntary now, that we'll all live happily breeding perfect heirs together. She doesn't know what they do to omegas who try to leave."

His knot throbbed, another helpless spurt of cum flooding me. My body answered with a shameful clench.

Footsteps on the stairs. Chloe's voice, singing some pop song, getting closer.

Damian's grip tightened. "We have minutes, baby. Maybe less. The second that knot goes down, we run. I have a safe house in the mountains. Cash. New IDs. We disappear tonight."

I stared at him, dizzy. "And Chloe?"

His jaw flexed. "She made her choice."

The singing stopped.

Chloe appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but a silk robe, hair wet, skin flushed from the shower. She took one look at us, me impaled and shaking, Damian's face carved from fury, and her smile faltered.

"Daddy?" she asked, voice suddenly small. "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer. Just reached for his phone, turned the screen so she could see the message.

The color drained from her face.

"That... that wasn't supposed to come yet," she whispered. "They promised me another month."

Damian's voice was lethal. "You promised them her."

Chloe's eyes filled with tears. "I didn't know it would be like this! They said it was reformed. That omegas were treated like queens. That Selena would want it once she understood"

"Understood what?" I choked out. "That I'm a fucking womb for hire?"

"No!" Chloe stepped forward, hands outstretched. "Baby, listen. You're perfect. Your blood tests came back last week, your fertility markers are off the charts. With Daddy's lineage? Our children would be"

"Ours?" Damian snarled.

Chloe flinched. "I'm carrying too, Daddy. Artificial insemination last month. Your samples. They already implanted me."

The room spun.

She lifted her robe, revealing the faintest curve low on her belly, barely visible, but there.

"Ten weeks," she said proudly. "A boy. They let me choose."

Damian made a sound like a dying animal.

I couldn't feel my body anymore.

Chloe kept talking, voice trembling now. "They're coming tomorrow night for the formal ceremony. The three of us sign the contract together. Selena gets the first live breeding in front of the council to prove compatibility. It's tradition. Then we all live here, raise the pups, run the pack"

"Over my dead body," Damian growled.

He shoved to his feet, lifting me with him, still knotted, and stormed past her. Chloe grabbed his arm.

"Daddy, please. They'll kill you if you run. They'll kill her. The omega failsafe"

He whirled, teeth bared. "What failsafe?"

Chloe's tears spilled over. "There's a tracker implanted in her thigh. From the suppressants I was giving her. If her heart rate spikes too high outside a fifty-mile radius, it releases a toxin. She'll be dead in sixty seconds."

Ice flooded my veins.

Damian looked at me, horrified.

Chloe sobbed. "I didn't want this part! They said it was just location monitoring. I swear I didn't know..."

His phone buzzed again.

Unknown number.

New message.

A single photo.

Me, asleep in the guest room last night, taken from inside the room. Timestamp: 3:17 a.m.

Underneath:

Clock's ticking, Alpha Voss.

Bring the omega to the compound tomorrow 8 p.m.

Or we collect her ourselves.

And we start with the daughter.

Chloe's knees buckled. She hit the floor, clutching her stomach, keening.

Damian stared at the screen, every muscle locked.

Then he looked down at me, still joined to him, still dripping, still completely and utterly trapped.

"Selena," he said, voice breaking for the first time, "I need you to be braver than you've ever been."

I couldn't speak. Could only nod.

He kissed me once, hard, tasting like terror and devotion.

"We're not running," he said against my lips.

"We're going to war."

He pulled out slowly, carefully, catching me when my legs gave out. Cum ran down my thighs in thick ropes.

Chloe looked up from the carpet, mascara streaking her cheeks.

"Daddy?"

He didn't look at her.

He was already moving, grabbing a duffel from the closet, throwing in clothes, guns, a knife that glinted silver.

Then he froze.

Another buzz.

This time from the security system.

Front gate camera.

A black SUV idling just outside the property line.

Tinted windows. No plates.

Waiting.

Damian's eyes met mine.

They weren't waiting until tomorrow.

They were here now.

And the cliffhanger slammed into me like a bullet:

The front door camera swiveled on its own.

A red dot appeared on my chest, perfect center, right over my heart.

Laser sight.

From inside the house.

Someone was already here.

Damian shoved me behind him, roaring Chloe's name, but it was too late.

A voice, calm, cultured, familiar, echoed from the hallway.

"Evening, Alpha Voss."

Councilman Hayes stepped into the light, smiling the same smile he'd worn at every pack dinner for the last five years.

The man who'd held me on his lap when I was ten years old and told me I'd grow up to be someone's perfect mate.

He raised a tranquilizer gun.

"Time's up," he said pleasantly.

The dart hit Damian in the neck before he could shift.

He dropped like stone, taking me with him.

The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was Chloe screaming, reaching for us both.

And Councilman Hayes crouching beside me, brushing hair from my face with gentle fingers.

"Don't worry, little omega," he whispered. "Daddy's coming with us. Both of them."