Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Chapter 211

Lyra

"No, no, go ahead," I said, stepping forward just slightly, still in Damon’s arms but no longer hiding behind him. "You’ve already offered him your stitched-up pussy and your spit-filled mouth. You might as well throw in your credit score while you’re at it. Or a kidney. Want to carve his na into your tit next? Because honey—newsflash—he’s not touching you. At all. Not now. Not ever."

Her eyes widened.

Her lips trembled.

Good.

Because I wasn’t done.

"You wanna know what I have that you don’t?" I asked, tilting my head like I was about to give her skincare advice. "I have his hands on my body. I have his scent on my skin. I have his voice in my ear when he calls

his kitten and tells

to open wider. I have the bruises on my hips from the last ti he knotted

so deep I sobbed into the pillow and begged him not to stop."

I could feel Damon breathing behind .

And still?

He didn’t let go.

"I didn’t need to beg," I said, softer now, slower, like I was explaining sothing to a child who couldn’t quite grasp the reality of the situation. "I didn’t need to cry or plead or sniff a fucking drug off my palm like it was my only hope. He wanted . Just like this. Crying. Needy. In heat and dripping for him. And he hasn’t looked away once."

Camilla’s mouth opened.

But nothing ca out.

Because what could she possibly say?

She was standing there naked, shaking, drugged, sobbing, tits bouncing, offering to be slut while I stood there wet and claid. And she couldn’t compete.

Not even a little bit.

"Now take every fucking dignity you have left and leave!"

"You fucking whore!!"

That was the last thing she scread before everything exploded into sothing that felt like a nightmare soone forgot to wake

from.

One second, Camilla was across the room, still naked, still sweaty, still shaking like a Halloween decoration that had been left out in the rain.

She was standing there like a rejected porn star with no self-control and a pocket full of powdered decisions. I didn’t even flinch when she scread it. I was already holding Damon’s shirt, already smirking like I had won, because I had.

But then?

She moved.

And it happened too fast.

One second she was crying and sniffling, and the next she was rushing

with her hand out and this tiny little bag clutched between her fingers.

I didn’t even see it clearly until it was too late. I thought she was going to slap

or scream in my face or maybe try to pull my hair like we were in so sad girl-fight outside a club, but no. Oh no. What she did?

She shoved the powder into my nose.

She slamd it against my face so hard I stumbled back with a gasp that I couldn’t control.

And the mont that bag hit my nostril, I inhaled it. I didn’t an to. My body just reacted. I gasped. I breathed in. And whatever the fuck she pushed into —it hit my brain like fire.

It was like sothing sliced into my skull from the inside. Like all the light in the room exploded behind my eyes.

My vision went white, then black, then spinning. I couldn’t feel my fingers. My mouth dropped open, but I couldn’t speak.

My lungs were trying to pull air in, but nothing felt right. My entire face felt like it was vibrating and my heart started pounding like it was trying to escape.

My knees buckled.

My head tilted back.

And I heard it.

"Camilla.."

That was the last thing I said.

My brain was short-circuiting. My limbs were buzzing. My chest was hot. I couldn’t focus on anything but the heat crawling up my neck and the sharp, tallic taste that filled my mouth.

And then Damon moved.

So fast.

Too fast.

I didn’t even see him leave .

I didn’t even see the mont he shifted. I just felt it in the air.

And then I heard the sound.

Crack.

It was awful.

It was loud.

It sounded like bones snapping in half.

I couldn’t even scream.

My eyes were half-open, and I saw her—Camilla—on the floor, still naked, still twitching, then not twitching at all.

Her legs were twisted the wrong way. Her body was bent in angles that didn’t make sense. Her arms were limp. Her chest wasn’t moving. And her eyes?

Her eyes were open.

They were looking right at .

But she wasn’t blinking.

She wasn’t breathing.

She wasn’t screaming anymore.

She wasn’t anything.

I wanted to step back.

I wanted to say sothing.

I wanted to scream or cry or throw up or ask Damon what just happened or even try to reach for him, but my body wasn’t listening to

anymore. My vision was shaking. My ears were ringing. My chest was tight. My legs gave out and the floor tilted and I couldn’t keep up with it anymore.

Everything went quiet.

And then?

Black.