Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Chapter 315

Lyra

Blood. . My babies.

My vision spun like the whole world tilted and I could not tell if I was standing or falling. My babies. Oh Goddess my babies.

The words would not stop repeating inside my skull and it felt like nails hamring into

over and over. This was not happening.

This could not be happening. I couldn’t loose them. It had to be a trick or a nightmare or so cruel illusion but the heat soaking through my fingers was too real.

I pressed my hands harder against myself and the blood was warm and sticky and alive and it made

scream so loud I thought my throat would rip.

I was shaking. My knees were buckling. I wanted to rip my own skin off just to stop feeling the terror in it.

Tasha was staring and her eyes lit up like she was drinking my pain and savoring every drop. Her lips curled into that disgusting smile that told

she wanted

broken.

She wanted

hollow. She wanted

destroyed. I wanted to claw her face off. I wanted to dig my nails into her eyes.

I tried to move but Darren yanked

back so violently my wrist exploded with pain and I heard sothing pop like it might have cracked. I scread and the sound of it made my stomach twist. He dragged

closer like I was nothing but a rag in his hands.

"Darren please." I was begging but I could not stop. "I cannot breathe. I cannot move. My babies are bleeding. Please do not do this. Please do not kill them. I will do anything. I swear I will do anything. Just do not let them die. Please."

His face shoved close to mine. His breath was hot and rotten and I wanted to vomit. His eyes were cold and cruel and I knew he loved this.

He wanted

to beg. He wanted

to shatter. "Shut up Lyra," he growled. "You will do as I say. You will walk. You will obey. Or I will let you bleed out right here while I watch you die."

Sothing inside

scread and my wolf clawed so hard against my chest I could barely breathe. She was raging. She was howling. She was shrieking at

not to bend. Not to beg. Not to give him the satisfaction. Damon is coming. Damon is digging through the dirt right now. Do not break. Do not fall.

"Damon." I said his na and it tore

apart.

"Damon please. Hurry. Please do not let them take . Please do not let them take my babies."

Darren laughed. He actually laughed at

while my blood was spilling and my babies were slipping away.

"You still do not get it do you," he said. "He is gone. He is rotting in the dirt where I left him. Worms are eating his corpse while you cling to shadows. You are mine now. Mine to bleed. Mine to break. Mine until there is nothing left."

I spat right in his face.

"You will never own . You will never own my babies. Damon is going to rip your throat out and I will laugh while you choke on it. I will laugh while you beg."

His smirk only grew. That smirk that made

want to rip his face apart with my bare hands. He tightened his grip and yanked

forward again. My shoulder scread and my body felt like it was being torn to pieces.

His fist slamd into my belly as I scread

"Arghhhhhhh. Stop. Please stop. Oh Goddess I cannot take it. My stomach. My babies. You are killing them. Please Darren I am begging you."

My knees buckled and I clutched myself so tight my nails dug into my own skin. I was rocking, sobbing, shaking so hard I thought my bones would crack apart, and the pain was blinding. I could feel blood soaking through

and the terror made

want to vomit.

And then he said it. He actually said it while smiling at

like it was so kind of gift. "You are so fucking stupid. You know that. I love you. I am obsessed with you but I do not give a bloody damn about your babies. As a matter of fact I want them fucking dead. Gone. Out."

My whole body froze even while it shook. My head scread no. My heart scread no. I could not even understand. My brain was spinning so hard I thought it would explode.

He loved . He was obsessed with . He said it like I was supposed to feel sothing, like I was supposed to lt because he called it love, while he was killing what was inside .

How can anyone love and want death in the sa breath. How can anyone call it obsession and laugh while blood pours from .

"No," I sobbed.

"No Darren do not say that. Do not ever say that. You are lying. You cannot love

and say you want them dead. You cannot. Love does not kill. Love does not destroy. Love does not punch until the person screams. Love does not make

bleed until I can barely breathe."