Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Chapter 251

Lyra

I held him while he whispered the nas of people he wasn’t sure were still alive. I held him while he said things I knew he would never say again.

Words like, "I should’ve known." Words like, "They depended on ." Words like, "I let them die." I held him while his tears slid down his cheeks and into my hair, while his hands fisted in the back of my dress like he needed sothing to grip or he’d slip into nothingness.

"I don’t know how to fix this," he said, voice low and hoarse. "I’ve fought wars. I’ve ended bloodlines. I’ve outlived betrayals. But this? This is the kind of loss that guts a man.

"I wasn’t ready. I didn’t see it coming. And the worst part is, I do not know who did it. They waited until I was distracted. And I was distracted, Lyra. I was so fucking distracted by you."

I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t true. That he wasn’t distracted. That he was just human. That everyone needs rest. That love isn’t weakness.

But the words wouldn’t co out. Because part of

believed it too. We were so wrapped up in each other. So obsessed. So caught up in the filth and the heat and the forbidden thrill of touching. We made each other blind. And they knew it.

"I don’t even know who’s dead," he said quietly, breath shaking against my temple. "I don’t know if the nursery was empty. I don’t know if they got everyone out. I don’t know if my Beta’s pups made it. And until I see those ashes with my own eyes, I won’t know how much of

died in that fire."

I pulled back just enough to look at him, my eyes searching his. His lashes were wet. His mouth was trembling.

"You’re not alone," I said. "I’m not going anywhere."

His arms locked around , crushing

to his chest like I was the last piece of his soul he hadn’t lost.

"I can’t lose you," he said into my hair. "I can lose everything else. But I can’t lose you. If I lose you too, I swear I’ll burn the fucking world."

"You’re not losing ," I whispered, even though I was trembling. "Not now. Not ever."

He kissed the top of my head. His lips were dry. His breath was hot. And when he pulled back, he looked

straight in the eyes.

"I need to go there," he said. "I need to see it. I need to sll the ash. I need to feel the ground. And I need to know who betrayed ."

"I’m coming with you," I said, without even thinking.

"I was going to carry you if you said no," Damon muttered, and for the briefest second, there was the smallest flicker of sothing close to a smile tugging at his mouth".

"Not a real smile. Not the kind you give when you’re happy or safe or whole. This was sothing else but It disappeared just as quickly as it ca, but it was there, and I clung to it like oxygen.

Then his eyes darkened again.

"I can’t leave you here, Lyra," he said, voice quieter now, but no less fierce. "Not after this. Not after what they just did. I need you where I can see you. I need you close. I don’t care how dangerous it gets. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re mine, and I’m not taking the risk. We’re going together."

I nodded before I could even think. My fingers were still wrapped around his face, I nodded, because I believed him. I trusted him. If he needed to go, I was going with him. No questions.

Except... I had a question.

"We’ll take the private plane," he added, already moving, already grabbing his discarded shirt from the chair and yanking it over his head like his body was already preparing for battle.

I blinked and took a hesitant step forward, confused by the sudden shift in tone. "Plane?" I asked, voice rising a little. "Wait..what do you an plane? Damon, I thought... I an, the pack house isn’t far from here, right? Isn’t it just a few miles outside the city? We can drive there in, like, twenty minutes. Why do we need a plane?"

He stopped moving.

He didn’t look at

right away.

And when he did, his face had changed again.

"Oh no, kitten," he said, shaking his head slowly. "Not that house."

My heart skipped. "What do you an?"

"The one here in this city?" he continued, walking toward

again, this ti slower. "The estate you saw with the high walls and the black gates and the silver guards? That’s not the main house. That’s just a satellite post. A branch. It’s a decoy for appearances and etings and occasional operations. That isn’t where my blood lives."

I swallowed, hard. "Then... where?"

He ca to a full stop in front of

and placed both hands on my hips. His thumbs brushed over my cheeks.

"The real pack house, the heart of everything I built, is in another country," he said. "Far from here. Sacred. It’s where my lineage begins and ends. It’s where wolves are born and where they’re buried. It’s where I took my Alpha vow. And that... that is the place they set on fire."

I just stared at him.

I didn’t breathe.

I didn’t blink.

I didn’t even know what to say.

Another country.

Not another city. Not another state.

Another country.