Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Chapter 293

Lyra

Oh my God, it was Damon, and the second I heard his voice, the one that always made my knees go weak even when he wasn’t pissed off, I knew soone was about to die because he did not sound like a man anymore, he sounded like a storm that had been waiting its whole life to destroy everything in its path.

Darren was standing there with blood on his lip, actually smiling, like he didn’t just almost get himself killed twice over tonight, like he wanted to make it three tis because apparently his brain had leaked out with all that blood and left nothing but madness behind.

Damon stepped forward, he wasn’t rushing, he wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t doing anything except clenching his fists so tight his knuckles looked white even in the shadows.

He stopped right in front of Darren and I swear my pulse was so loud I could not even hear the wind anymore, just the pounding inside my ears like my own body was screaming run run run but my legs were jelly and I couldn’t even move if I wanted to.

"You touched her," Damon said, and it was soft, way too soft, the kind of soft that makes every hair on your body stand straight up because it isn’t calm, it’s the kind of soft that happens right before the earth opens up and swallows you alive.

"She scratched

first. On my dick!," Darren said, smirking like the idiot he was, wiping his lip with the back of his hand like this was so casual conversation at the bar instead of him standing two seconds away from eting God.

"And I liked it. I liked the fight in her. I liked how she looked when she thought she was brave enough to face . You can’t keep a girl like this safe forever, brother. She’s fire. She burns. I wanted to be the one to feel that fire."

I nearly exploded because was he actually insane saying all of this with

standing right there like I was invisible, like I was a pair of shoes he was bargaining over instead of a human being who had almost been assaulted two seconds ago while he was talking about it like it was so kind of romantic poem.

"Darren," Damon said, and this ti his voice so deep I flinched back because I knew sothing was about to happen and I was right because before I could even blink Damon moved so fast the whole world blurred for a second.

One punch again. That was all it took. One punch and Darren was flying backwards into the tree so hard the branches rained down leaves and bark and I scread because it didn’t even look real, it looked like one of those insane action movies where n weigh nothing and physics doesn’t exist.

"You conniving bastard! You did it! You burnt the pack house!"

My head whipped around so fast, what?My heart was already racing from everything else happening but now it just dropped straight through the floor of my stomach because Damon’s eyes were glowing, glowing like I had never seen before, his teeth clenched so tight I could hear it grind over the pounding of my pulse in my ears, and his whole body was trembling with so much rage I thought the ground might split open under his boots.

"You think you could cover your tracks?" Damon snarled. "You think you could play

like a fool, but I am way smarter than you, Darren. Way smarter. And you..you fucking fool..you thought I wouldn’t find out?"

And Darren..oh my God, Darren, he just started laughing.

Like actually laughing, throwing his head back with blood all over his mouth and that split lip curling like so kind of nightmare clown, laughing so hard it made the whole forest feel haunted, like the villains in those movies who know they’re about to lose but want to go out making the hero doubt every single thing he believes in.

He leaned forward against Damon’s grip like he wasn’t seconds away from getting his neck snapped clean in half, his eyes wild, his grin so wide it looked carved into his face, and his laugh just kept going, deep and dark and horrible, until chills were racing straight down my spine because this wasn’t normal laughter, this was the kind that makes you want to run as far and as fast as you can before sothing worse happens.

"You think you’re smarter than ?" Darren choked between his own laughter, his voice shaking with it, like Damon’s fist in his collar wasn’t holding him two feet off the ground.

"Oh, brother, you have no idea what ga you’re even playing. You think you’ve won because you hit harder? Because you ca in here like so furious little hero? You don’t know anything, Damon. Not about . Not about her. Not about what’s coming."

"You wanted to rape her!" Damon’s roar shook the entire clearing. "My own mate, Darren! My mate! You sick, disgusting bastard, do you have any idea what you’ve done tonight? Do you have any idea what line you just crossed? Ever since we were kids, I have carried your chaos, I have cleaned up your sses, I have put up with every fight, every drunken stunt, every—this is the height of it, Darren, this is the mont you die because I swear to the goddess herself I will rip you apart with my bare hands before I let you take one more breath near her."

My heart was beating so fast I actually pressed a hand to my chest like I could calm it down, like that would stop the way my whole body was shaking because Damon’s eyes were glowing that terrifying gold now, his fangs were showing, his entire body was so tight with rage.