Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Chapter 270

"She clings to you now," Daren continued, his eyes flicking to , lingering in a way that made my stomach burn with both sha and heat, "but when she is alone at night, she will think of .

"She will rember the way I said I would touch her, the way I would taste her, the way I would worship her body instead of breaking it. And when that thought takes root, she will tremble, she will ache, she will touch herself with your na on her lips but my face in her head.

"You cannot stop it. You cannot stop . Because she already knows I am different from you, and different is temptation."

"Get out of my sight, Daren. Now."

The words thundered out of him. My knees nearly buckled from the weight of it, and I saw sothing shift in Daren’s eyes.

His smirk faltered, barely, but enough for

to see it. His shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched, and he shook. It was small, quick, almost unnoticeable, but I saw it. I saw him flinch in fear of Damon’s wolf.

My own wolf inside

stirred, sharp and wild, hissing with satisfaction because she recognized the truth. Daren could smirk, Daren could taunt, but beneath it all, he felt the weight of Damon’s dominance and it rattled him.

For one breath, just one, I thought he might bow his head. But then he straightened, dragging his tongue across his bloody lip, and the mask snapped back into place. That damn smirk curved his mouth again, mocking and dangerous, as if he had not just cracked.

"Alright, brother," Daren said, his voice smooth, coated with that careless arrogance he wore like armor, though I could still hear the edge underneath it.

His eyes flicked to , slow and the look he gave

made my stomach twist with both sha and heat. It lingered too long, as if he wanted Damon to see it, as if he wanted

to feel it. "We will see."

He stepped back then, his shoulders rolling lazily as though Damon’s fury were nothing but an inconvenience.

The second Daren’s shadow vanished into the doorway, my body shook with so much fury and fear I could barely stand still. My hands were trembling, my face still wet with tears, and yet the words flew out of

before I could stop them.

"Why didn’t you tell

about your twin brother, Damon? What is wrong with you, huh? Why didn’t you let

know about your family? Speak to . Fucking speak!" My voice cracked on the last word, half from the sob in my throat and half from the way my chest felt like it was breaking apart.

Damon’s jaw tightened as his eyes flashed, the storm inside him still alive and clawing for release. "Not now, kitten," he said, his tone clipped and harsh, the words slicing through the tension. "I will grab the bags. Just go inside."

"No, Damon!" I scread, my tears turning into heat, anger pouring into my voice until my throat ached. "Fuck you! Talk to ! Why? Why didn’t you tell ? Why didn’t you let

know about him? About them? About your family? You must have your fucking reason, so say it to , Damon. Say it!"

His head snapped toward , his wolf rumbling beneath his skin as he growled low enough to shake the air between us. "Do not get

pissed, kitten. And do not use the f word on ."

My heart hamred so violently I thought I would collapse, but I refused to step back. I refused to let him silence .

"Or what, huh? What will you do, Damon? Will you growl at ? Will you throw

aside? You hide things from

and then you tell

not to curse? No, you talk to

now! You cannot keep

in the dark and expect

to just obey you like nothing happened!"

His eyes narrowed as he shook his head slowly, the corner of his mouth curving into that dangerous smirk that made my stomach knot even as my wolf snarled in warning.

"You feisty little oga," he muttered, almost amused, and before I could even register what he was doing, he bent down, grabbed

by my thighs, and tossed

over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing.

I gasped, kicking against his chest as his arm locked around the back of my legs. My fists pounded against his back as heat rushed to my face. "Let

go, Damon! Drop ! I am not so bag you can throw around. Damon, I an it, let

go right now!"

He did not even flinch. He turned his head slightly toward the guards who had been frozen in place since the fight and barked, "Pick up our bags. Now." His voice carried so much command that they scrambled instantly, grabbing the luggage as though their lives depended on it.

"Damon!" I cried again, my body bouncing against his shoulder as he carried

toward the entrance like I was nothing more than a toy in his grip. My nails dug into his back through his shirt as I kicked against him.

"This is insane! Let

down, I am not a child. I am not so possession you can just throw over your shoulder whenever you feel like it!"

He shifted his grip slightly, one large hand pressing firmly against the back of my thighs, his other hand lifting to my ass where he delivered a sharp spank that made

gasp so loudly I thought the guards might hear my soul leave my body. Fuck that turned

on. I knew that instant I was fucking wet.

"Say one more thing, kitten," Damon growled, his voice low, dangerous, and thick with warning as he carried

up the stairs with complete ease. "Just say one more word. I dare you."

"Or what, Damon?" I whispered.