Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Chapter 285

Lyra

Excuse ?" I said again, louder this ti, because it was finally sinking in that this man had the audacity — the actual nerve to grab

like that, to talk to

like that, to bring up what happened with Damon as if it was so kind of punchline while standing there acting like the king of the entire universe.

And that was it. That was the mont everything boiled over.

I smacked his hand off my waist so hard the slap echoed like a gunshot.

"Don’t touch !" I yelled, my voice shaking so hard it didn’t even sound like

anymore. "What is wrong with you, Daren? Seriously, what the hell is your problem"

He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. He just stood there, calm as anything, which only made

talk more because my brain and my mouth were completely out of control now.

"I an, what is your deal?" I demanded, throwing my hands up because I had too many feelings and nowhere to put them.

"You walk around this house like you own it, like everybody’s supposed to bow down to you because you have this big tough guy act and those stupid eyes that stare at people like they’re secrets you’re about to expose, and you think you can just grab ? ? Damon’s mate? Are you out of your mind?"

My voice kept getting louder because he wasn’t reacting and that made

even angrier, like I was screaming into a void that looked annoyingly good in black clothes and boots.

"I am not one of your little toys you can just play with when you’re bored," I went on, jabbing a finger right at his chest because if he wasn’t going to respond then I was going to fill the silence myself. "I don’t care how many girls you’ve made swoon with that stupid smirk or that whole dark-and-dangerous thing you’ve got going on, because it does not work on .

"Not even a little bit. I am furious. I am offended. I am still shaking from earlier, and you think this is the ti to pull sothing like that?"

I shoved my hair out of my face because it was sticking to my cheeks from how worked up I was, glaring up at him even though he was still standing there like a statue while I was practically on fire in front of him.

"You know what your problem is?" I said, pacing now because standing still felt impossible when my whole body was buzzing. "It’s that you are a fucking horny bastard! and you think nobody’s allowed to call you out on it because you’ve got this whole broody bad boy thing going on.

"Well guess what, Daren? I’m calling you out. Right now. You don’t get to grab , you don’t get to talk to

like that, you don’t get to stand here acting like you have the right to anything when all you’ve done since I got here is piss

off."

I stopped only because I was running out of breath, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, my hands shaking because the adrenaline had nowhere to go.

And Daren?

Oh, he just stood there. Hands shoved in his pockets now, shoulders relaxed, face calm, eyes locked on mine like my entire ltdown was the most fascinating thing in the world.

And then he smirked.

That slow, knowing, arrogant smirk like he had been waiting for

to scream myself breathless, like he had just let

throw my entire heart across the yard so he could drop whatever was coming next like a bomb right between us.

"Kitten," he said.

I stopped breathing.

I actually stopped breathing because for one wild, confusing second it did not even sound like Daren anymore. It sounded like Damon.

My entire body went rigid. My brain emptied out like soone had hit a reset button. Because Daren didn’t just say it — he said it the exact sa way.

The sa low rumble. The sa rough edge. The sa dangerous little curl at the end that made it sound less like a nickna and more like sothing my whole body was supposed to respond to without permission.

And oh my God.

Oh my actual God.

It did.

Because my stomach dropped and my knees felt unsteady and my wolf actually froze mid-pace like she was just as shocked as I was, and it was horrifying because this was Daren.

Daren, who I had been yelling at for the last ten minutes. Daren, who had been getting on my nerves since the second I walked into this house. Daren, who was now looking at

with that smirk like he knew exactly what my body had just done without my consent.

"What the fuck," I said finally, too loud, too fast, my hands flying everywhere because my mouth and my brain were no longer on the sa team.

"What the actual fuck was that? That’s what Damon calls ! Damon calls

that! Why do you sound like him? Why did you say it like that? What is wrong with your voice? Oh my God, this is insane, this is actually insane, Daren, what the hell is happening right now because I swear for a second it was like..like..oh my God, no, this is so weird!"

He tilted his head slightly, smirk still carved across his stupidly handso face, eyes locked on mine like he was enjoying every single second of watching

unravel.

"Well I am good at mimicking my brothers voice. I did that a lot when we were kids and that’s what he calls you, right?" Daren asked, voice still low, still deep, still sounding way too much like Damon for my peace of mind.

I just stood there because my brain was scrambling for words while my entire body buzzed like I had grabbed a live wire, and the worst part was that he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was making

want to scream all over again.