Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 321

Lyra

You think I died, folks? Oh, come on, baby. Seriously? It’s me. Lyra. I’m right here. I’m alive, I’m breathing, and yes, I’m still talking too much because I would actually go insane if I stayed quiet for even a minute.

Damon says I could outtalk the Moon itself and he’s probably right, but whatever. Now let’s talk. You know that movie that’s been trending lately..The Summer I Turned Pretty? Cute title, right? Sweet little coming-of-age kind of thing. Well, mine wasn’t like that. Mine was the summer everything changed.

And when I say everything, I mean my heart, my life, my entire soul. Damon Thornvale. My man. My Alpha. My absolute headache and the reason I can’t look at another guy without laughing because, hello, how could I, after him?

That summer didn’t give me pretty beaches and bonfires. No. It gave me blood on the floor, betrayal sharp enough to cut my skin, the kind of screaming that cracks your throat, and one man who refused to let me die even when death itself thought it had me.

It gave me Damon crawling out of his own grave because his obsession with me was louder than the dirt they tried to bury him in. Tell me that isn’t hotter than any summer romance?

And yes, I know you probably cried when you thought I was gone. I can almost see you now, throwing your phone across the room or cursing Damon for not saving me fast enough.

Don’t even try to deny it. I know you. But here I am. We tricked you, didn’t we? Damon tricked you. Hahaha.

You thought I was gone, but me? I was holding on. I was fighting, even when my blood was on the floor. You know why? Because I’m stubborn. Because I’m chaotic. Because I belong to him, and there was no way I was letting death steal me out of his arms.

Now let’s rewind a bit, because you deserve to know the truth and I cannot just drop it on you like, hey surprise, I’m alive, deal with it. No. You have to feel it with me, the way I felt it. You have to go back to those months where everything was hanging by a thread.

Damon couldn’t let me die. He just couldn’t. And I couldn’t either. My pups couldn’t. Do you hear me? I could not let them go.

They were mine, ours, tiny heartbeats that had barely begun but they were already part of me, part of him, and the thought of losing them was like tearing my own chest open.

I remember the way he looked at me that night, blood all over both of us, his hands shaking even though this man never shakes, not even when he’s ripping enemies apart with his claws. He was begging me without saying the word, his eyes screaming don’t leave me.

So he ran. He ran with me pressed to his chest like I was the only thing keeping his heart beating, and maybe I was. He crashed into the pack doctor’s place, and I swear the entire building shook when he roared at them to save me.

Was it a fifty–fifty chance? Yes, it was. Do you save the mate or the babies? That was the question they put in his face, and I know it killed him to hear it because Damon isn’t the type of man who ever wants to choose between pieces of his soul.

But typical Damon—my stubborn, impossible Alpha—he chose me. He always would. If it came down to it, he would let the world burn, let blood soak the earth, as long as I kept breathing. And gods, I hated him and loved him for that in the same heartbeat, because what about my pups? What about the lives that were part of us?

But miracles do happen. The doctor didn’t just save me, he saved them too. All of us. My body was broken but not beyond repair, and Damon stood there, his hands dripping, his eyes wild, refusing to leave my side until they told him I was safe.

And here I am now, still breathing, still alive, tucked away in my parents’ house, waiting for my man because I miss him so much it makes me want to claw the walls. I laugh too, because isn’t it crazy? I almost died, yet here I am giggling like a fool because I want him near me every second. Hehehe.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, Tasha died. Bitch. She deserved it. And Darren? Asshole. I hope her pussy and his dick both get burned in hell for eternity.

Oh yeah before I forget, when my parents found out about this—me and Damon, the bond, the pups—they were absolutely shocked. Like, no one prepares their sweet little eighteen year old daughter’s parents for the news that she is not only mated to the most feared Alpha in the region but also carrying his babies.

My mum literally fainted. Twice. The first time she collapsed straight onto the sofa, and when she woke up and I confirmed it wasn’t a fever dream, she fainted again.