Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Chapter 202

Lyra

I didn’t even wait for a ride. I swear my legs were moving before my brain caught up, and the next thing I knew I was running. Like actually full-on running down the street, hair flying, tears drying on my cheeks, heart pounding like so kind of war drum in my chest.

And I didn’t care how insane I looked. I didn’t care if people saw

and thought oh my God, she’s losing her mind, because I was losing my mind.

I had to get to him. I couldn’t breathe properly. My whole body was shaking, and I just—I needed to see his face. Right now. Imdiately. Or I was going to implode.

And yes, okay, maybe I could’ve waited for a cab or ordered a ride or sothing normal, but nothing about this felt normal.

Not the panic inside , not the way my heart hurt, and definitely not the late-ass period I hadn’t told anyone about. It was like the mont I said it out loud, sothing inside

snapped, and now I couldn’t stop moving until I was in his arms.

By the ti the pack estate ca into view, my chest was on fire. Like actual fire. My lungs were screaming and my feet felt like they were going to fall off, but I didn’t slow down.

I kept going. Because the second I saw those gates, I knew I was close. I knew he was behind them. And suddenly all I wanted was to throw myself at him and cry and maybe scream and maybe kiss him until I couldn’t rember my na.

I didn’t wait at the gates. The guards saw

and opened them like they already knew not to stop . Because duh. Damon was Damon. And I was his Luna. Or his problem. Or both.

Either way, nobody dared say a word. I ran straight into the house, not even stopping to catch my breath, and the second I hit the floor, one of the maids literally gasped and started talking into her earpiece like I was the freaking president.

"She’s here. His Luna. She’s here for Alpha Damon."

Yeah. That’s right. Tell them. Announce . The desperate, possibly pregnant, emotionally unstable little Luna is here to shake shit up.

I followed the sound of voices because I already knew where he was. Deep voice. Commanding. Quiet enough to scare you. Loud enough to make grown n shut up. Damon.

I heard him before I saw him. And I didn’t even hesitate. I saw the big oak doors. I heard the eting going on inside. And I did not care. I didn’t knock. I didn’t pause. I didn’t wait for permission like so polite little schoolgirl.

Nope.

I shoved the doors open and walked straight in.

And oh my God.

Eight Alphas.

Eight grown, powerful, insanely intimidating Alphas in full suits sitting around this long-ass table looking like they were about to solve world hunger or declare war or sothing.

And at the head of it all?

Damon.

My Alpha.

He looked up like he felt

before he saw , and the second our eyes locked, I swear I stopped breathing. His face changed. Like instantly. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared.

His body straightened like he’d just scented danger, except I wasn’t danger. I was his Oga, and I was about to cry again because the second I saw him I rembered why I’d co.

One of the n stood and tried to speak. "Alpha Damon, I don’t believe this eting..."

"Out," Damon said. Just that one word.

And everything froze.

"But Alpha—"

"I said out," he growled, louder this ti.

And they left.

Like no questions. No hesitations. No attitude. Just chairs scraping and suits disappearing like they’d all suddenly rembered they had other places to be. Within seconds, the room was empty.

Except for us.

And then he was moving.

Fast.

He didn’t even blink before he reached , and the second he touched

I fell apart. His arms wrapped around , and his mouth crashed into mine, and I just lted.

I didn’t care that I probably looked crazy or that my lips were salty with dried tears. I kissed him back like he was air and I’d been drowning.

I clutched his shirt like it was the only thing keeping

upright, and when he finally pulled back and looked into my face, I forgot how to think.

"What happened?" he whispered, voice tight and full of sothing sharp and scared. "Talk to , kitten. What’s wrong? Did soone hurt you?"

The mont Damon said it—"What happened?"—sothing inside

just collapsed.

I didn’t even try to hold it together anymore. I couldn’t. It was like those two words opened a trapdoor in my chest, and everything I’d been trying to swallow down just ca pouring out of

in one huge, ugly, embarrassing, uncontrollable flood.

My mouth opened to speak, to explain, to say sothing, anything, but nothing ca out. Not a single word. Only this horrible, tight, gasping sob that felt like it was being ripped from my throat with claws.

My whole face crumpled.

And then I was crying.

Not cute crying.

Not graceful, soft, single-tear-down-the-cheek movie crying.

No.

I was full-body sobbing, arms shaking, knees buckling, face soaked, chest heaving like I couldn’t get enough air.