Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Chapter 258

My throat feels too tight, my bottom lip caught between my teeth just to stop it from trembling, but he doesn’t stop.

"I don’t care what you think you saw. I don’t care if it looks like I’m protecting her. I am protecting you. I am protecting what’s mine.

"The only reason she’s on this plane is because if I left her behind, Marcus might get to her, and if Marcus gets to her, he gets closer to you. This is strategy, kitten. Not love. Not trust. Strategy. Every single move I make is to keep you alive, safe, and in my bed every night where you belong."

My eyes sting again, but it’s different this ti , less sharp. His voice gets lower, softer.

"I need you to believe

when I tell you that there is no one in my world who can stand where you stand. Not her. Not anyone. You’re it for , kitten. You’re the thing I wake up for.

"The thing I would kill for. The thing I would die for. So when I tell you it’s going to be fine, I don’t an that in so vague way. I an I will make it fine. I an I will personally make sure nothing touches you unless I want it to."

My chest still felt tight from everything he had just said, but instead of falling apart again like so sobbing hormonal disaster, I decided I was going to flip this around.

I tilted my head, let a slow smile curve my mouth, and dragged the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip, knowing exactly what that look did to him.

"Then kiss ," I said softly, almost daring him, because I wanted him to close that space between us and remind

that all of this was about .

Oh, he laughed. Not a little chuckle or one of those short huffs either. He laughed like I had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

His head tipped back slightly, that deep, rich sound filling the air until it wrapped around

like it was mocking and seductive all at once.

I sat there with my eyebrows climbing higher by the second, because what exactly was so funny about

wanting a kiss?

"Why are you laughing?" I demanded, leaning forward like I was about to start an argunt I had every intention of winning.

"I am literally sitting here being all cute and wanting you to kiss , and you are acting like I just told you a joke. This is not the reaction I expected, Damon."

His grin was dangerous, all sharp lines and pure confidence, and the way he looked at

made my stomach dip even as my irritation grew. "Aren’t you the cutest but I won’t lie baby you’re so crazy Luna, my little kitten... and I love you. Co here."

The way he said co here was unfair. It made my pulse do stupid things and my knees feel weak in that embarrassing way that had

unbuckling my seatbelt almost without thinking.

I was halfway up, ready to climb into his lap and kiss him until neither of us rembered that Tasha was even on this plane, when the door slid open.

The flight attendant stepped in like she owned the place, her perfect hair and flawless makeup making her look like she had walked out of an ad for overpriced champagne.

She had a tray balanced in her hands and that fake-sweet smile plastered across her face. "Here are your food and drink, Alpha," she said, setting it down in front of Damon with just a little too much flourish.

Then she leaned closer, her voice softening into sothing syrupy sweet that made my stomach churn. "If you want anything else, let

know."

And then she winked. She actually winked.

My head tilted before I could stop it, my eyes narrowing, because there was no way I had just seen that. But she wasn’t done. Oh no, she was not done.

She bent down a little too far, her hands pressing against her own chest so her breasts pushed together and forward, like they were so sort of in-flight entertainnt she had decided Damon needed to see.

She tilted them right into his line of sight, and I swear my blood temperature shot up by fifty degrees in one second.

I could feel the heat crawling up my neck, the kind of heat that makes your whole body buzz with rage and disbelief.

In my head I was already asking myself if she had a death wish or if she was just this stupid. Did she think I was blind?

Did she think I was just going to sit here like so quiet, submissive little thing while she tried to sell herself with a side of club soda? No. Absolutely not.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, trying to seduce my man?" I snapped.

I unbuckled the rest of the way and stood so fast the belt clattered to the floor.

My hands were already on my hips, my body angled between her and Damon like I was prepared to physically remove her if she didn’t back up.

"You fucked up, bitch. I do not know if you are actually this desperate or if you have been reading one too many trashy romance novels, but I promise you, this is not going to end the way you think it will."