Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 313

Lyra

Surprise. Surprise. Surprise. The word was bouncing around in my skull like it was a drumbeat, like someone had taken a hammer and nailed it to the inside of my head. Surprise? No. No, this wasn’t a surprise.

A surprise is someone bringing you cake on your birthday. A surprise is a fucking gift bag. This was a nightmare wearing a party hat, and I was the guest of honor chained to the chair while everyone laughed at me.

I kept replaying her words over and over.

My wolf was screaming now. Kill her. Tear her throat. Kill her. And I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to. But my body wouldn’t listen.

My heart was hammering so loud it drowned out everything else, and my stomach was rolling like I was about to vomit my entire soul onto the floor.

And then there was Darren. His smirk. His eyes. Watching me like I was prey, like this was entertainment, like I was just another piece on his disgusting little chessboard.

"Surprise," I whispered back, but it wasn’t funny, it wasn’t playful. It was cracked, broken, bleeding out of my mouth like I was choking on the word.

"Surprise you’re both fucking psychos. Surprise I’m still standing here and not clawing your eyes out. Surprise I haven’t died from the stench of your filth."

"You think this is funny? You think this is some little joke you can throw in my face? You think you can sit there and laugh and taunt me and confess to killing your own fucking mother like it’s a bedtime story?"

I kept looking at Tasha, at her smug little smirk, at Darren’s hands still holding her like she was something precious, and my heart twisted until I thought it would snap in half.

"You had intentions of fucking your own father! What kind of demon are you? What kind of monster looks at the man who raised her and thinks, yes, I want his cock inside me? Do you even hear yourself? Do you even understand how vile you sound?"

Tasha only laughed. Goddess, she laughed like I was the funniest joke she’d ever heard in her life, and the sound of it made my skin crawl so badly I wanted to tear my own ears off. She tilted her head back, eyes glittering, lips curling, like my pain was her favorite dessert.

"You’re so dramatic, Lyra," she said, and I hated the way she stretched my name like it was sticky on her tongue. "Always the victim, always crying, always screaming. It’s pathetic, really. Maybe if you weren’t so weak, if you weren’t always acting like a kicked little dog, things would be different for you. Maybe Marcus wouldn’t have cheated on you.

"Maybe your whole life wouldn’t be one endless sob story. But here you are, shaking, crying, red-eyed and ugly, and you still don’t see it. You’ll never be anything but nothing, Lyra. Nothing."

I could feel my chest heaving like there was fire locked inside my ribs, but before I could spit the rage out, Darren’s hand snapped out faster than lightning. His fingers clamped around her chin so tight I swore I heard bone creak. "Shut the fuck up before I hit you."

The entire room shifted. Just like that. Tasha froze. All that smug fire drained from her eyes in a blink, her lips pressed together so fast it almost made me sick, because I knew she was terrified of him. I knew she’d obey him like he was God.

And then it happened.

Something slipped inside me, something so soft and cold I thought for a second maybe I was dying. Like ice water dripping down my spine, like fingers trailing over my skin that weren’t really there. I gasped and my tears blurred everything, but my heart—it skipped so hard I nearly stumbled. I knew that feeling. I knew it even though I had no right to.

"Damon," I whispered, my lips trembling so hard I could barely shape the word. I said it like if I whispered it enough maybe he’d come, maybe he’d save me, maybe I wouldn’t have to stand here drowning in this nightmare alone.

"Damon," I said again, louder this time, choking on it, and the tears ran faster. My whole body was shaking now and I didn’t even care if they saw, if Darren smirked, if Tasha sneered again. None of it mattered. His name mattered. That was all.

Kitten.

I gasped, nearly choking on the air, my lips quivering as the tears ran so fast I couldn’t even see anymore. "Ohhh Damon," I whispered, louder this time, trembling, my arms wrapping around myself like I could hold the pieces of me together. "Damon, it’s you, it’s really you, I swear I thought I was going insane but it’s you." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

And then his voice again, sliding down my spine, curling around my ribs, curling right into my heart. Kitten, daddy’s coming. Wait for me. Please. Just hold on.