Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 284

"No. No, I’m not letting this go. When Damon comes back, I’m telling him everything. I’m telling him exactly how close I came to seeing angels because of his insane family. And Daren better run. He better hide. Because I am one second away from grabbing that gun myself and showing him what target practice feels like!"

I didn’t even wait for his mother to finish talking, I was already marching straight toward the door like a woman on a mission. That fucking bastard.

I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall, and there he was.

Daren.

Standing there like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just shaved ten years off my life, casually holding a gun in one hand like we were all in some kind of action movie and he was auditioning for the lead role.

"Daren!" I screamed so loudly my voice cracked right down the middle, and every single man standing outside turned to look at me like I had just dropped from the sky. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I was stomping across the yard now, barefoot, hair flying everywhere, tears still drying on my face, but I didn’t even care.

"What the actual fuck is your problem?!" I yelled, hands flailing because I had too many feelings to keep inside one body.

"Ever since I stepped foot in this house you’ve been pissing me off! Pissing me off, Daren! First you open your mouth at breakfast like you’re trying to start World War Three, then you walk around with this smug look on your face like you own the entire planet, and now—now—you decide to play with guns while my heart explodes in the living room because I think your brother just got murdered?!"

I stopped right in front of him, hands on my hips, my chest rising and falling so hard I probably looked like I had run ten miles straight, but I didn’t care because the words were still coming.

"Do you know what I just went through inside?" I snapped, jabbing a finger at him because he wasn’t even reacting, just standing there watching me with those dark, infuriating eyes like I was entertainment.

"I had Damon shot, bleeding, dead on the ground in my head. I planned his funeral. I gave a whole speech. I cried real tears! And for what? For you to be out here pretending you’re in some gangster movie shooting at trees?"

His mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh, which only made me throw my hands up higher.

"Oh my God, you think this is funny?!" I practically shrieked because I was losing my mind now. "You think my emotional trauma is hilarious? You nearly sent me into early labor, Daren, and you’re standing there smirking like you didn’t just ruin my entire life in the last ten minutes!"

I was pacing again because standing still felt impossible with how mad I was, my words coming faster now, tumbling over each other like my mouth couldn’t keep up with my brain.

"Ever since I got here you’ve been nothing but—ugh!" I made a sound somewhere between a scream and a growl because I didn’t even have the vocabulary for how infuriating he was.

"The comments at breakfast, the way you look at me like you’re trying to figure out what I taste like—don’t even deny it, I see your face and now this! Do you wake up in the morning and think, how can I drive Lyra absolutely insane today? Because congratulations, mission accomplished!"

He tilted his head slightly, watching me with that calm, infuriating expression like nothing I said could actually touch him.

And then he smirked.

Oh no.

Not the smirk.

The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop and my knees feel weird, the kind that was half amusement and half something darker that made my wolf go completely silent inside me.

"Are you done?" Daren asked slowly, his voice low enough that it slid right under my skin even though I was still furious.

"Done?!" I practically shouted the word, my hands flying back up because he clearly didn’t understand the emotional rollercoaster he had just put me through. "Do I look done to you? I have smoke coming out of my ears, Daren! Actual smoke! My blood pressure is in the stratosphere because of you, my wolf is traumatized, I am traumatized, and you..."

I started again because apparently I wasn’t done, not even close, my words still flying out of my mouth at a hundred miles an hour like I was running on pure adrenaline and bad decisions.

"You stand there all smug like you’re some big tough guy while I’m having an actual heart attack because of you, and you don’t even care, you don’t even.."

Before I could finish the sentence, Daren moved.

One second I was flailing my arms like a crazy person, the next his hand was wrapped around my waist so fast and so tight I actually gasped out loud, my whole body jerking in shock because I had not seen that coming.

"You fucking talk too much, you little devil," he said, his voice low and rough enough that it made my stomach flip in the weirdest way.

His face was close now, too close, his eyes dark on mine like he was enjoying every second of watching me go completely still in his hold. "No wonder my brother fucked you hard last night."

I blinked up at him because my brain short-circuited right there on the spot.

"Excuse me?" I practically squeaked, my voice shooting up way higher than I intended because what did he just say?

And then I froze.