Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Chapter 275

Damon

The look in her eyes when I told her I would kill her nearly tore

apart. I had not ant to say those words. They slipped out before I could chain them back.

The second they left my mouth, I regretted them, but regret did not erase the damage. Her face broke in front of .

Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened with terror, betrayal, and disbelief. The bond dragged her fear straight into

and it carved

open like a blade.

I did not an to hurt her in that way. I did not an to shatter her with the weight of my threat. But the thought of her body reacting to my brother, even for a split second, filled

with such fury that I could not hold it back.

My brother. My twin. The man whose face mirrored mine, the one who had no right to breathe the sa air as her, let alone provoke a reaction from her body. That truth poisoned . It made

reckless.

My wolf’s voice growled inside , dark and rciless. She is ours. Ours alone. No other man can touch her. No other man can pull a sound from her lips. Not even him. If she dares, if she falters, we will end her before we allow our bond to be tainted.

"Kitten," I said, my voice dropping low as I forced every ounce of control I still had into it, "do not mistake . I will never let you go. Not to him. Not to anyone."

Her tears spilled over and her voice lashed back at . "Then maybe you should destroy

right now, Damon, because you do not trust . You do not trust

at all!"

She was right, and I despised her for being right. I did not trust her when his face stood in front of her. I did not trust the instincts that had betrayed her for a heartbeat.

I slamd my palm against the headboard beside her head and the wood cracked under the force. She jumped, her body curling inward, but her voice did not falter.

"I hate you," she whispered, and the sound of it nearly finished . "I hate you for even thinking I could want him. I hate you for making

feel dirty, for making

feel like I did sothing wrong when all I have ever done is want you. Only you, Damon. Always you."

My wolf howled inside , furious and desperate at once. She is telling the truth. She is yours. She has always been yours. Stop doubting her. Stop pushing her away. She does not belong to him. She belongs to us. Take her. Claim her. Make her rember.

But even as the truth rang through , my anger did not die. It rose higher, clawing through

like fire. I grabbed her jaw, forcing her face up so I could see every tear in her eyes. My thumb pressed against her pulse, feeling it race wildly under my hand.

"Do not ever say you hate

again. Do not even think it. We are already past hate, kitten. We are bound. You do not get to run from . You do not get to spit those words into the air and expect

to let them live between us."

Her tears glistened and her lips trembled, but even then I could feel the heat of her body, the undeniable pull of the bond, and the way my wolf thrashed for her.

I wanted to crush her mouth beneath mine until she drowned in the taste of . I wanted to drive every mory of my brother’s face from her body until nothing remained.

My wolf surged forward, his voice louder than my own thoughts. Take her. Breed her until she forgets. Breed her until her body rembers only us. She is ours. She is whimpering for us. She needs to be reminded.

Fuck. The truth burned inside

like fire. I wanted to angry fuck her. I wanted to grab her by the waist and slam her down into these sheets until her voice was nothing but broken moans that carried my na.

I wanted to take her in a way that would erase every doubt from her mind, a way that would leave her body so ruined she would never mistake another man’s face for mine again.

But when I looked at her, when I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, when I saw the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, broken breaths, sothing inside

twisted viciously.

My little kitten. I had made her cry. Not the kind of tears I love to see, not the tears of pleasure when she is shaking around , begging

for more, but tears of pain. Tears born from my words. I had cut her, and now she was bleeding where I could not see.

My wolf’s voice tore through , demanding, punishing, ruthless. Fix this. Do not let her believe that lie. She is ours. We do not destroy what belongs to us. We claim it. We fuck the sadness out of her until she cannot breathe without us. Until she cannot think without us. Until she knows only us.

I ripped my shirt off, the fabric tearing as I dragged it over my head and tossed it aside. I let her see my body, every scar carved across my chest, every mark of the life I lived before her.

My voice dropped low, as I stared at her trembling against the headboard. "Co to Daddy."

Her arms folded tightly across her chest, her body shaking as if she were holding herself together with nothing but willpower.

Her voice ca out in tears, raw and fragile but strong enough to hit

where it hurt most. "No, Damon. I am not coming. You said you wanted to kill ."

Those words pierced straight through . She believed . She believed the monster I had threatened her with.