Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Chapter 190

Lyra

Camilla’s head snapped up so fast her earrings swung sideways. Her face was blotched with red and black from all the crying.

"Your house?" she repeated, and her voice cracked with disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding , Lyra?"

She laughed. It wasn’t real laughter. It was the kind that cos from losing everything in a single sentence and not knowing where to scream first.

"You’re a guest in a house I decorated, in a life I built from the ground up. You’re a stupid girl with a pulse and a heat cycle, and now you think a few orgasms make you the fucking owner of this ho?"

Her voice was shaking. Her fingers were curled into her blouse like she was seconds away from lunging at . But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t move.

"You think this is your house?" she demanded again, louder now. "You think taking a few knots makes you queen of the fucking kingdom?"

"I think taking his last na will," I said, and I said it slow. So slow her knees almost gave out. "I think carrying his child will. I think being the only woman in this house he touches, kisses, breeds—that makes it mine."

"You’re not his wife," she spat.

"No," I snapped. "I’m sothing worse. I’m his mate. And that ans no matter how loud you cry or how hard you scream, I’ll always belong here more than you."

Tasha suddenly stepped forward, her face twisted like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to slap

or throw up.

"Are you fucking sick, Lyra?!" she scread, her voice breaking in the middle like she didn’t even have enough air to handle how furious she was. "I brought you here! I brought you here to spend the sumr! To relax! To get away from stress—now you are chasing

out of my house!"

I tilted my head.

And I smiled.

The kind of smile that wasn’t soft or nice or sweet. The kind of smile that hurt to look at.

"You didn’t bring

here," I said, and I felt the words burn in my throat. "You were just the invitation. The bond brought

here. Fate brought

here. The Moon Goddess brought

to him because I was ant to belong here, not you."

Tasha’s jaw dropped open.

And still—I didn’t stop.

"I am his," I said again, louder now, panting, trembling, so fucking wet I could feel it dripping. "I am his Luna. The second I walked into this house, I felt it. The bond. The pull. The hunger. And you know what? I tried to resist it. I tried to be quiet. I tried to behave. But now? I don’t give a fuck who’s hurt anymore."

Tasha’s eyes were glassy with rage.

Camilla looked like she’d forgotten how to breathe.

"I’m done apologizing for being what I am," I said. "If you can’t accept that I’m the one he wants now—the one he fucks raw, the one he marks, the one he’ll breed over and over until I can’t walk—then get out. Both of you. Right now. Because this is my house. My life. My bond. My Alpha."

"You’re not even sorry," Tasha whispered.

"No," I said. "I’m proud."

Those words ca out of my mouth like I had been waiting my whole damn life to say them, and the second I did, sothing shifted in . Sothing snapped in the room.

My body was literally shaking—my hands, my legs, my voice. I felt like my skin was made of sparks and my blood was boiling and there was so much pressure building up inside

I thought I might actually explode.

And honestly? I wanted to. I wanted to fucking erupt. Because I had never felt so alive and angry and high on power in my whole eighteen-year life.

They both just stood there staring at

like I had grown horns, and maybe I had.

"Fucking get out now!" I scread, and my voice broke from how loud it ca out. I didn’t care.

"Get the fuck out of my house before I throw both of you out myself! I’m done! I am fucking done! With the fake tears, the dramatic gasps, the whining, the guilt-tripping—all of it!"

Tasha’s eyes went wide. Camilla’s mouth fell open like I had just taken off my skin and revealed a monster underneath.

And then Tasha lost it.

"DAD!!" she scread, voice shrieking and raw. "Aren’t you gonna say anything?! You’re just gonna stand there like a fucking statue while she throws us out?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Is it because of her tight little pussy that you’ve suddenly gone silent?!"

She didn’t even get to finish the word pussy before it happened.

Damon moved so fast I barely saw it, and then smack. His hand ca down so hard across her cheek I flinched even though I wasn’t the one who got hit. But it wasn’t just a slap.

It wasn’t so little warning pat. It was an Alpha’s slap. A dominant, claws-exposed, half-shifted blow that dragged across her skin and left a bright red scratch from the top of her cheekbone to her jaw.

She stumbled back with this broken, shocked gasp like the floor had just dropped under her feet. Her hand flew to her face, her mouth fell open, and she looked up at him like she couldn’t believe he had just done that.

And Damon—he didn’t look sorry.

Not even a little bit.