Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 310

"And it was easy for me," she said, her tone triumphant, her smirk stretching wider, "because my mom was sent to rehab. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t watching. So it was easy for my dad’s cock to be in me. Easy for me to spread my legs and take it. Easy for me to love it. Easy for me to make it mine."

And I gagged. Literally gagged. My stomach flipped, bile burned up my throat, my body convulsed like it wanted to reject the whole scene.

I couldn’t stop the rant spiraling out of me, even in my own head, even to you right now, because if I don’t let it out I’ll drown in it. She loved her father’s cock.

"Then I brought you over for summer, Lyra. Sweet, stupid, innocent Lyra," she hissed, spitting my name like it was a curse. Her voice cracked into a scream as her nails dug into Darren’s shoulders and her body arched hard against him. "And guess what you did?!"

"You fucked him!!!!"

"You fucked my father!!!" she screamed again.

"And he became obsessed with you. Obsessed! Claiming you were his stupid little mate!"

"You opened your legs and took his cock like a whore," Tasha spat, her voice shaking with venom, her nails digging into Darren’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood. "Oh fuck, I was so devastated when I found out.

"The reason I threw tantrums when I found out wasn’t because of you ruining my family. No. It was because I knew what I had lost! You took everything from me, Lyra! Every fucking thing!"

Her eyes burned into mine, her whole face twisted with fury and glee. "But then again... as luck may have it, my father’s twin came to the city for something important.

"And he called me to hang, since his relationship with my dad was trash. And one thing led to another..." She smiled, slow and wicked, her hips rolling against Darren’s cock as she whispered the last part like it was a secret just for me.

"He didn’t care I was his niece.We fucked. And ever since then? Oh, we’ve been fucking. Hard. Constant. Nonstop. Well I wanted my dad’s dick, now I got his twin own and trust me when I saw Darren’s dick can take you out of this world! Fuck.

"Anyways I told him what happened. How my own best friend slept with my dad" Tasha sneered, rocking her hips against Darren like she was feeding on my pain.

"And we decided to bring my pathetic dad down. And he watched you, Lyra. You thought he had just become obsessed with you? Oh no.

Darren has been watching you since. Ever since. Every step, every breath, every glance. Everything was planned. The burning of the pack house? Planned. Me running to you, crying, telling you Marcus beat me? Planned. Every tear, every bruise, every sob. All of it a plan to kill my father and bring you here."

Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as she leaned closer, her voice turning almost playful. "And FYI, Marcus didn’t beat me up. It was Darren. My baby. We just had a small misunderstanding, that’s why he did it. But we’re fine now."

I couldn’t believe my ears. No, seriously, I couldn’t. My mouth fell open so wide I thought my jaw was going to unhinge. My chest locked up, my lungs forgot how to breathe, and my soul—my actual soul—couldn’t believe what it was hearing.

Do you understand what she just said to me? Do you get it? Because my brain is screaming at you right now: Did she really just admit that everything was a setup?

Did she really just spit in my face and tell me she staged her own bruises, staged her own tears, staged her own cries for help? That the fire, the house, Marcus—all of it was a performance, and I was the dumb little audience clapping along while she pulled the strings?

My thoughts wouldn’t stop tumbling. So Marcus didn’t even beat her? She lied to us.

Then she tilted her head, smiling like a cat who’d cornered a dying mouse. "Shocked? Plot twist?".

"Well, I know. Oh yeah, I forgot to add one more thing." She licked her lips, her eyes glinting. "I also planned my mom’s death. She honestly wanted to move on and forget about my dad.

"But I wasn’t having it. So I told her you were pregnant cause I saw it on your phone that you were late on your period in school. Remember?

The restroom? Yes. And I gave her the coke, because honestly? She did want to stop. But I convinced her. I told her you were at the pack house and she came there. I’m guessing my dad killed her, right? I don’t care. Never did. I only pretended. So technically I kinda killed her"

And I swear to the Goddess, my heart actually stopped beating. My ears rang so loud I thought my head was going to explode.

My mouth dropped open so wide it hurt, and my lungs—oh my God, my lungs—they forgot how to take in air. Do you get what she just admitted?

"Surprise!!!" they both shouted in unison as I stared in shock.