Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Chapter 269

Lyra

How would you feel standing in front of two identical brothers, both of them carved from the sa dangerous beauty, both of them radiating enough power to crush you just by looking your way?

I will not lie to you. I was already in tears. My vision blurred, my chest ached, and my throat felt like it was closing. I did not even know what was happening anymore.

My wolf was begging

to calm down, whispering inside my head that I needed to breathe, that I needed to stay still, but the more I tried, the harder I cried.

My body shook like a leaf in a storm because the scene unfolding in front of

did not even feel real. It was as if I was standing inside so twisted nightmare where two Damons had been set loose to destroy each other and I was the one who had lit the fire.

It was terrifying because when I looked at them, I could barely tell them apart.

The only difference between them was their clothes. It was like watching Damon fight his reflection, and the thought alone made my chest hurt so badly I could barely stand.

And yet, here is the part that makes

feel sick even admitting it: Daren had so kind of sick effect on .

Goddess help , I do not know why, and I hate myself for even feeling it. He should repulse , but when his filthy words slipped from his mouth, when he looked at

with those eyes that mirrored Damon’s but burned with darker hunger, I felt sothing I should never have felt.

I felt heat twist low in my stomach, an ache that had no place there. It was wrong. It was shaful. It should not be happening.

But my body betrayed , reacting to the filth he promised as if my nerves could not tell the difference between danger and desire.

What is wrong with ? Why, when I heard him speak about what he would do to , did I feel a sensation shoot through , leaving

trembling, my thighs clenching together like I was caught between horror and need?

I wanted to scream at myself to stop, to shut it down, to erase the thought. But I could not. Because even though Damon was about to break his twin brother’s face in two for daring to say it, my heart hamred against my ribs with confusion and fire that made

want to hide from my own skin.

"Damon, please, just stop!" I cried, my voice shaking so badly it broke in the middle of his na. I rushed forward, grabbing his arm with both my hands. "Babe, listen to , please. Damon! Damon, please stop! Please, I am begging you!"

"You have , Damon, every part of , every piece of

already belongs to you. I do not want him, I do not need him, I hate him for saying those things, I hate him for looking at

that way.

"You do not need to kill him to prove he cannot touch , because I will never let him. I swear it, Damon, I swear it on my soul, on my bond with you, I will never let him have , so please, stop before you do sothing you will regret forever."

I was shaking so hard I thought my legs might give out, but I kept crying, kept begging, kept talking, because I could not let Damon slip away into that rage completely.

"Please, babe, please just look at . Look at , not him. I am yours. I will always be yours. Please, Damon, do not let him take this from us by pushing you to kill him. I love you, and I need you, and I cannot lose you to this. Please, just stop. Please."

And then I heard Daren laugh.

It was low, cruel, and so smug it made my stomach twist. He leaned forward against the pillar even with Damon’s hand crushing his throat, his mouth split open and bleeding, yet he still found the strength to grin at us both as though this was his victory.

"Listen to your woman, brother," Daren rasped, his tone thick with mockery as his eyes burned with amusent. "Do you hear her? She is begging you, clinging to you, crying for you not to kill .

"And you know why, Damon? It is not just because she fears for you. It is because she fears for

too. She is crying for . She does not want

dead. She does not want to see

broken beneath your fists. A part of her wants

alive."

I froze, my chest seizing, but Daren’s words did not stop. They only grew filthier, darker, more poisonous.

"She tells you she hates , but her body betrays her. I saw it, I slled it, I felt it the second I spoke. You may own her in na, Damon, but her body is curious. Her body wonders. Her body aches to know what it would feel like if I slid inside her instead of you.

"You think her tears are only for you? No, brother. She is crying because the thought of

will not leave her. I am already in her head, I am already under her skin, and you cannot beat

out of her no matter how hard you try."

"Shut your mouth," Damon snarled, but Daren’s smirk widened as if he had been waiting for that exact response.