Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Chapter 290

"Damon," I whispered out loud, my voice cracking so hard it hurt my throat, but it was pointless because he wasn’t here, he wasn’t hearing , I was completely alone and Darren was right behind

promising death and chaos and I didn’t even know if I had the energy left to keep running.

And then I thought of them.

My babies.

I thought of their tiny little heartbeats and the thought hit

so hard it knocked the air right out of my lungs because what if I fell, what if I landed wrong, what if sothing happened to them before they even had a chance to breathe?

I panicked and it made

stumble, just one wrong step because I wasn’t looking, because the ground was uneven, because the universe apparently hated

tonight.

My foot caught on a root buried under the dirt and my body pitched forward before I could even grab anything, before I could scream loud enough for Damon to hear

across the bond, before I could do anything but throw my hands out too late as my stomach slamd into the ground.

"Arghhhhh!"

My arms buckle when I tried to push myself up. My face was in the dirt, my hair sticking to my cheeks, my chest heaving like my lungs were trying to claw their way out.

"My belly!" I scread it so loud it cracked in the middle because panic was eating

alive now.

"Fuck! My belly! My babies!" My voice was climbing higher and higher because my brain was spiraling so fast I couldn’t even hold onto a single thought. "Damon! Damon, can you hear ? Babe, please, I fell, my stomach hurts, please answer , I can’t—oh my God, please—"

"Serves you right, you bitch!"

That was Darren’s voice, dark and rough and furious as his boots pounded closer through the dirt, every step shaking straight through my spine like thunder.

"I told you to run, didn’t I? I told you what was going to happen when I caught you, but no, you wanted to scratch , you wanted to mouth off, you wanted to make

bleed. Look at you now, Lyra. On the ground, crying, finally shutting that pretty little mouth long enough to scream for soone who isn’t here."

"I’m not shutting up!" I scread right back even though my voice was cracking and wobbling like I was dangling over the edge of the world. "Damon! Damon, please, I’m scared! I fell, I landed on my belly, oh God, my babies—please sobody help !"

Darren was standing over

now, his shadow swallowing

in the dirt, his chest heaving, his jaw tight like he was about to break apart from the inside out. "Get up," he snapped, his voice like gravel. "Get the hell up before I drag you off the ground myself."

"I can’t!" I yelled, my hands shaking as I tried to push myself up and almost fell again because my head was spinning, my eyes were burning, my whole body was shaking so hard I thought my teeth were going to rattle out.

"I hit my stomach, Darren! Oh my God, what if sothing happened to them? What if sothing’s wrong? Damon’s going to kill you, he’s going to rip your head off when he finds out you chased

and I fell and I..oh my God, my babies!"

He crouched down in front of

so fast the air moved, his eyes flashing like fire under his dark hair. "Shut up about Damon," he growled, his hand slamming into the dirt beside

like he was fighting the urge to shake .

"He’s not here, Lyra. He’s not hearing you. It’s just , you hear ? Just . And maybe now you’ll finally understand what happens when you run your mouth at the wrong man."

I was crying so hard my voice broke completely. "I swear if they’re hurt I’ll never forgive you, I’ll kill you myself, I’ll tear you apart, Damon will tear you apart.."

"Enough!" he roared so loud the trees shook, his hand grabbing my chin and yanking my face up so I was looking straight at him through tears and dirt and hair sticking everywhere.

"You think I wanted you to fall? You think I wanted this? No. I wanted you on your knees, I wanted you begging, I wanted you to pay for every little thing you said to , but not like this. Not with you screaming about babies and Damon like I’m the only villain here."

Darren’s hand was still on my chin, his grip rough enough to make my jaw ache, his eyes wild like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle

or drag

straight into hell with him.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to crack my ribs open because his face was so close, too close, his breath hot against my lips like fire and smoke and pure rage wrapped into one man who looked like sin wearing skin.

Then he laughed.

The bastard actually laughed like I was a punchline in so joke only he understood, like my shaking and screaming and crying on the ground was the most entertaining thing he had seen all week.

His head tilted just enough for his eyes to sweep over , down my ssy hair, my dirt-streaked arms, my whole body trembling in the dirt while I tried to shove at him with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.

And then he said it.

"It’s nice seeing you like this," Darren muttered.

"Because right now, kitten, I feel like fucking you with my bloody dick."

I froze.

"What!"