Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 314

I broke. Goddess, I broke so hard it felt like my chest was caving in. "Daddy’s coming," I repeated like a prayer, sobbing into my own hands, not even caring that Darren and Tasha were staring at me like I’d lost my damn mind.

"Did you hear that? He’s coming for me. Damon’s coming for me." My voice was high, cracked, and hysterical but I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop because if I stopped I’d shatter into dust.

Tasha tilted her head, her lip curled in disgust, but I didn’t care, I didn’t care about her smugness or Darren’s cold smirk. All I cared about was that voice.

"Please, Damon, I’m holding on, I’m trying, but it hurts so much, it’s killing me, I don’t know how much longer I can do this," I whispered through tears, rocking in place, gripping my chest like I could tear it open just to let him crawl inside and save me.

Hold on, kitten. His voice wrapped around me again, firmer this time, like a command. Don’t let go. Don’t break. I’m almost there.

I sobbed harder, my whole body shaking like I was going to split in half from needing him. "I’m not letting go, I’m not, I swear, Damon, but please hurry, please, before they kill me, before they laugh at me again, before I lose everything. Please."

Darren’s eyes narrowed in suspicion but I couldn’t stop whispering. "Run, Damon, please, just run to me, run and save me, because if you don’t I’m gone, I’m nothing, I’m ashes. I need you. I need you more than air."

"What the fuck are you saying?" he barked, spittle flying from his lips.

"Have you gone mad? Are you insane, girl?"

And Goddess help me, I laughed. I actually laughed through my tears, through the choking sobs tearing my throat raw. I laughed like the world was burning and I was the only one who knew the ending.

"He’s gonna kill you," I gasped, the laugh breaking into hysterical giggles that made my ribs ache. "Do you hear me? Damon’s gonna kill you. He’s coming and you can’t stop him. You can’t stop what’s already in motion."

Darren’s face twisted, veins popping in his neck, and then he screamed as his hand came down across my face so hard my head snapped to the side but before I could even catch my breath, his leg slammed into my stomach.

"Arghhhhhhh!" I cried out, curling over, my arms flying to shield myself, the air torn out of my lungs so much I thought I’d never breathe again.

Tears blinded me, I felt pain , but before I could move, Darren dropped to his knees beside me.

"Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it." His hands were on my cheeks, his lips brushing against my wet face, kissing the tears he caused. "I didn’t mean it, forgive me, please forgive me."

I shoved at him. My babies. "Get off me, Darren!.

"You are fucking sick and full of shit. Do you hear me? Sick!" My chest was hurting, my body shook.

"Damon is coming. Do you hear me? Damon is coming, and when he gets here he’ll rip your head off and burn it. He’ll burn everything you’ve ever touched, every disgusting thing you’ve ever done, and you’ll wish you’d never been born."

Darren’s lips curled into that sick little smirk that made me want to claw his face off. The kind of smirk that said he enjoyed every single second of my pain, that he fed on it like it was wine. He leaned in so close.

"That’s impossible," he hissed, dragging out every syllable like he wanted them tattooed on my brain. "You think Damon’s coming? You think your big savior’s alive? I stabbed him more than twice in his chest, kitten. Right here."

He pressed his hand to his own chest, laughing. "I buried him alive with my own two hands. Dirt in his mouth, dirt in his lungs. He’s rotting under the ground while you sit here calling his name like a fool."

My whole body went cold, like someone had shoved me into an ice bath and held me under. My mind screamed no, no, no, he’s lying, but the words were stuck in my throat, choking me.

My wolf was clawing inside me, shrieking so loud my ears rang, but all I could think was what if it’s true, what if he really did bury Damon, what if the voice in my head is nothing but madness? I wanted to vomit. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip Darren’s eyes out and shove them down his throat. But my knees felt like they were about to buckle under me.

"Come here!" Darren barked suddenly, and before I could even breathe, his hand clamped around my wrist.

The pain shot up my arm as he dragged me forward, my shoulder screaming like it was being ripped from its socket. I stumbled, my stomach still twisting from where he’d kicked but he didn’t stop, not even for a second.

"Tasha!" he shouted, his grip bruising me. "Bring the clothes. Follow us."

"No, no, no!" I screamed. "Darren stop! Please! Stop dragging me like I’m some kind of rag! Please, I can’t, I feel so weak, I can’t even breathe, you’re killing me!" My words spilled out fast, messy, choking on tears, but he didn’t even blink. He just yanked harder like I was a doll he owned.

And then I saw it.

Blood. . My babies.