Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Chapter 265

Lyra

Well, folks, you are not going to believe this, but apparently my life has officially turned into a ssed-up dayti drama, and guess what? I’m the main character who did not get the script.

One second Damon is shutting Tasha down like he’s so terrifying but ridiculously hot courtroom judge handing out a life sentence, and the next second the front door swings open and—oh my God, you are not even ready for this—out cos Damon’s twin brother.

Yes. Twin. Brother.

Let

just pause here because I need you to feel what I felt. Imagine standing next to the man who has ruined your body on a private jet seat and made you forget your own na about three tis in one flight, and suddenly, out of nowhere, another man walks out of the house looking exactly like him.

Sa height. Sa jawline. Sa stupidly perfect hair. Sa everything. It was like a copy-paste situation gone wrong because this guy looked like Damon, but not really. Like soone took Damon, dipped him in trouble, and told him to smile like the devil.

I swear my brain short-circuited. For one horrifying, confusing second, I thought Damon had cloned himself. Like, was this so kind of werewolf Alpha science experint? Was I about to be in a love triangle with two of the sa man? Because if so, I am not ntally prepared for that.

"Oh fuck," Damon muttered under his breath, and that’s when I realized this was not just so random cousin with good genes. Nope. This was serious.

"Damon," the twin drawled, his voice smooth like honey but sticky in a way that made

want to back up. "Looking good, brother."

Brother. He said brother. Which ans this is real. Which ans Damon has been keeping the fact that he has a literal identical twin a secret from

this entire ti.

And I know what you’re probably thinking: Lyra, calm down, maybe it just never ca up. No. No, no, no. There is no universe where you "forget" to tell your pregnant eighteen-year-old mate that you have a twin brother lurking in the family house. That is not small talk you skip over breakfast. That is life-changing information, okay?

And the worst part? The way he looked at . Because the second his eyes landed on , that smirk stretched just a little wider, like he could already sll every secret Damon and I had shared, like he knew every filthy detail of the plane ride, like he could see straight through my shirt and into every shaful thought in my head.

I froze. My heart was pounding so loud I thought everyone could hear it. My legs, already shaky from the flight, turned into actual jelly.

My brain kept screaming don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare, but of course I stared. How could I not? He was Damon, but not Damon. He was familiar and dangerous all at once.

And all I could think was: great, Lyra, just great. You already barely survived eting the sister, almost passed out when Lilian almost teared Tasha up, and now here cos twin brother number two walking straight out of my nightmares. Or, depending on how you looked at it, my dirtiest fantasies.

Because tell

why my very first thought was: holy shit, what would it even feel like to have both of them looking at

at the sa ti?

Yep. I am going to hell.

"And who’s this?" Daren asked, his voice rolling out smooth like silk, and then he smirked. Not a polite, friendly smirk either.

No, this was the kind of smirk that made my stomach twist because it was slow, dangerous, and absolutely intentional. His eyes slid over

in one long sweep, and I swear I felt every second of it crawl across my skin.

"She’s beautiful," he said, his tone dripping with lazy charm, but there was nothing lazy about the way his gaze lingered on .

His eyes dragged down my body in a way that made

feel like I was suddenly standing there naked under his stare.

"Tight little waist, curves in all the right places, and those eyes..." He leaned just slightly to the side as if he could drink

in better. "...the kind of eyes that make n forget their own nas."

I nearly choked on air. My body went hot all over, my pulse banging against my throat so loudly I swore Damon had to hear it.

I wanted to move, to cross my arms over my chest or hide behind Damon, but I couldn’t move. My legs felt like they had been glued to the ground.

Daren tilted his head, his smirk stretching wider. "She looks young for you, brother. Don’t tell

you’ve gone and snatched yourself a pretty little thing who hasn’t even finished growing into herself yet."

He laughed softly, the kind of laugh that made heat flood my face because it sounded dirty without even trying. "You always did like to claim what everyone else was too afraid to touch."

"Daren." Damon’s voice ca out hard, sharp enough to slice through the heavy air between us. His shoulders squared as he stepped closer, his body shifting just enough to put himself in front of

like a wall. "That’s enough."