Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 280

Chapter 280: Chapter 280

The way he said it. The way his jaw tightened and his eyes darkened like he was two seconds from flipping the whole table over and strangling his own twin with the tablecloth and for so reason Daren just leaned back in his chair, smirk curling wider like he lived to poke this bear until it mauled him.

"Not my business?" Daren said, voice all calm and smooth like he wasn’t about to get murdered in front of his entire family.

"Brother, I couldn’t sleep because of your little mate here. You think I wasn’t going to ask about it? She was screaming for you like you invented the word sin. We all heard her. Grandma heard her. The staff heard her. Hell, the neighbors probably heard her."

Oh my God.

I wanted to grab a knife off the table and stab myself just to end it all because he was looking right at

when he said it. Right at

with that cocky grin like he knew exactly how red my face was getting.

"She was begging you to eat her like a—"

"Daren." Damon’s voice dropped lower, darker.

But Daren didn’t stop.

"—like a starved man at a feast," he finished anyway, tilting his head toward

like he was studying my face, like he was waiting to see if I’d squirm or blush harder or maybe just lt into the floor and cease existing. "Tell , sweetheart, do you make those noises every ti or was last night special?"

I nearly threw my plate at his stupid, gorgeous, smirking face.

"Daren," Damon growled again, his hand tightening on the edge of the table so hard I swore I heard wood crack.

That maniac just leaned forward, elbows on the table like this was so casual breakfast chat and not the absolute destruction of my social life.

"Relax, brother. I’m just curious," he said lazily, eyes sliding back to . "You’re so small. So sweet-looking. Never would have guessed you could get that loud. I an, I knew you were his mate, but damn. You sounded like you were seeing God."

I nearly choked on air.

"Daren!" Damon’s mother cut in sharply. "Quiet. That is not the way to talk to your brother’s mate."

Finally. Finally soone said it because my soul was about to climb out of my body and take the next train out of town.

But Daren just smirked again, because of course he did, because apparently this man had no sense of self-preservation.

"I’m just saying, Mother," he drawled, sipping his coffee like he wasn’t seconds away from Damon launching across the table at him, "the whole house heard them. Figured we might as well get used to it if this is what life with our future Luna sounds like."

"Don’t pay attention to him, dear," Damon’s mother said suddenly.

She gave

this kind smile, the kind only mothers can pull off even when they’ve just listened to you scream their son’s na loud enough to wake the dead.

"I am glad my son finally found his mate after all these years. Truly, I am. You don’t know what it has been like watching everyone else find their mates while Damon had no one.

"We thought he had lost his chance completely. I suppose you weren’t even born when the others found theirs. That was why he had no choice but to marry that witch Camilla. I never liked her. Always acting above everyone else, always sneering, always bitter. I am glad he divorced her. She brought nothing but misery into this family."

I did not even know what to do with that information. My face was burning, my chest tight, and Daren was still looking at

like he was seconds away from saying sothing that would ruin

in front of the entire table.

I avoided his eyes because I knew if I looked, even for a second, I would probably either lt into the floor or throw my juice in his face.

Then Damon spoke, and the sound of his voice was enough to freeze everyone in place.

"You all know the reason I ca back," he said. "I ca to find out who burnt the pack house. Our ho. The place where I was nad Alpha Damon. The generational ho of this family."

The air changed imdiately. Even Daren stopped smirking for half a second. Damon’s mother sat straighter, his grandmother’s spoon paused over her tea, and the cousins glanced at one another like they were trying to read what was coming next.

"Today I am going to et with so of the elders," Damon continued. "I will get the answers I ca here for. I need everything to move quickly because I have no interest in staying here longer than I must. This is not a social visit. I want this resolved, and I want it resolved soon."

"Aww, Damon," his mother said softly, her voice dipping into that pleading tone only mothers have when they are trying to keep their sons ho a little longer.

"Don’t you want to stay for a while? It has been so long since the family was together like this. Just a few more weeks, Damon. For ."

Damon paused. He actually paused for a long mont, and then his eyes slid slowly across the table toward Daren, who was leaning back in his chair with that sa smirk like he had been born specifically to provoke his brother into violence.

That smirk was taunting, dangerous, and so smug it made my entire stomach twist because I could feel Damon’s fury coiling tighter with every second that passed.

"No, Mum," Damon said finally as he looked straight into his brothers eyes.