Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Chapter 243

Lyra

"Why are you so an to ?" I sobbed, my voice cracking like a freaking earthquake was about to erupt from my throat.

I smacked his bare chest with my open palm..more than once. Not enough to hurt him, because obviously that man is built like a statue carved by horny gods—but enough to let him know I was deeply offended, betrayed, and emotionally spiraling into an Alpha-induced ltdown.

"You don’t even care about ! You just care about your stupid legacy and your stupid Alpha pride and your stupid pup inside

that won’t even let

eat spicy food without vomiting or leaking milk through my shirt or falling asleep in the middle of cartoons!"

I was wailing now. Wailing. My face was blotchy. My lips were trembling. And I was pretty sure my brain had lted into a hormonal soup of sobs and overthinking. But I didn’t care. I was on a roll. I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave.

"You don’t even understand what it’s like!" I cried, clutching a throw pillow to my chest like it could absorb my trauma. "You’re not the one who has to waddle around with heavy boobs and aching hips and a full bladder every thirty seconds! You’re not the one who has to cry at diaper comrcials or get aroused by the sll of waffles or scream into a pillow because you don’t even understand what’s going on with you"

He tried to speak. I cut him off imdiately with another burst of tears and a very dramatic flop backward onto the bed.

"And now you want to hoschool ? On a yacht? While I’m leaking milk and missing prom and not even getting a senior quote in the yearbook because apparently I’m now a full-ti Oga breeder with no rights or personal freedom or teenage mories left?! Damon! That is evil! That is genuinely evil! I hope your knot falls off in the middle of a board eting!"

He exhaled.. Like a man who had dealt with hurricanes before and was now watching one scream into satin sheets.

I sniffled. I hiccupped. I wailed again.

"You said you love ," I cried, my voice cracking like a damn thunderstorm, "but you’re ruining my life! I’m just a baby! I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t know how to be a mother! I haven’t even gone to college yet!

He moved toward

again.

I sat up, wild-eyed and red-faced and snot-nosed like a goddamn chaotic disaster.

"Don’t touch !" I yelled, clutching the blanket to my chest like it could stop him. "I an it! I’m mad at you! I’m mad and I’m emotional and I have back pain and nipple pain and heart pain and you don’t get to fix it with your stupid perfect hands and your big dumb body and your weirdly gentle aftercare that makes

fall in love with you even when I’m trying to be mad!"

He said nothing.

So naturally, I started crying again.

"I hate you!" I sobbed. "I love you so much and I hate you so much and I want to bite you and cuddle you at the sa ti and I want spicy noodles and a graduation cap and I want to go to Target without crying or getting stopped because soone slled your knot in

and thought I was already mated!"

I was a ss. A full-blown, Alpha-ruined, teenage ss. And I didn’t even care.

Because I ant every word.

I didn’t want a perfect life. I wanted my life. And I wanted Damon in it. But I also wanted space to be young and dumb and dramatic and stupid and maybe a little bit rebellious without being locked in a house like a delicate little pregnancy doll he had to shelter from the world.

And he needed to know that.

Even if I had to scream it through tears.

"You don’t get to make all the decisions," I whispered, wiping my face with the back of my hand. "You don’t get to take away everything that made

, Damon. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t an I stopped being a person. I still want things. I still feel things. I’m still Lyra. Not just your kitten. Not just your Oga. I’m ."

There was a pause.

Then a shift.

He moved slowly. Reached for

like I was sothing sacred. Pulled

into his arms like I was the softest, most breakable thing he’d ever held. And this ti, I didn’t fight it. I lted. I collapsed into him, still hiccuping and sniffling, with my arms wrapped around his neck and my forehead buried in his shoulder.

"I hear you," he whispered into my hair. "I hear everything."

He held

for a long mont. Just his chest rising and falling against my cheek, his hand stroking up and down my spine like he was soothing a wild, crying creature that had finally given up the fight. My tears were slowing. My breathing was calming. But my lip was still jutted out in a pout so deep it could’ve had its own zip code.