Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 23.

"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 fucking obey."

And one by one, they obeyed.

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.

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."

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."

He flinched.

I smiled.

"I found your name in the ledger. You weren’t just giving information. You were organizing patrol sabotage. Marking safe zones for rogue entry. And worst of all..."

I leaned in.

Inhaled his fear.

"You knew the pups would be there."

His face shattered in terror.

But I didn’t stop.

I tightened my grip and felt his feet lift off the floor.

"You let them die. You let them scream. You sold their blood for protection and you thought I wouldn’t find out."

"Please," he gasped.

I didn’t listen.

I dragged him down the corridor by the throat. No one stopped me. No one dared look out of the side rooms. Every wolf in this place could feel it. Something terrible was happening in the hall. And they knew better than to interfere.

I reached the far door.

The one with no torchlight.

No guards.

Just cold.

And the smell of bones.

I kicked it open.

Dragged him in.

Threw him down.

The room was pitch black.

But I didn’t need light.

He tried to crawl.

I slammed my boot down on his back.

He screamed.

"Traitors don’t walk out," I said.

Then I shifted.

My bones cracked and my skin tore. The beast rose from inside me like death wearing flesh.

Bronn never screamed again.

I tore his throat out before he could.

I didn’t kill him quickly.

I made him feel it.

Every bite.

Every claw.

When it was done, I stood over his mangled body. My muzzle dripping. My heart calm. The room silent again.

And then I shifted back. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Breathing slow.

I picked up his severed hand and walked back to the council chamber. Blood dripped down the corridor as I approached.

The guards saw me coming.

They opened the doors without a word.

The council was still inside.

I threw the hand onto the center of the table.

No one asked whose it was.

They knew.

I sat down again.

"Next time someone leaves early," I said, "ask them why."

No one moved.

No one breathed.

I smiled.

This is what power looks like.But guess what? As I was there I couldn’t get my mind off her.

I wanted to get the fuck out of there.

I wanted to go home.

Back to her.

Back to Lyra.

Fuck.