Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 317

Chapter 317: Chapter 317

Damon

She was on the floor and she was bleeding. Her small hands were pressed against her stomach like she could hold life itself inside her bare palms, but the blood was still coming and it painted her skin and it painted the floor and it painted my soul with fire. My kitten. My girl. My mate. My obsession.

She was broken and crying and still she was looking at

like I was salvation, like I was the answer to prayers she had scread until her throat gave out.

And seeing her like that did not just hurt , it killed . It killed

in ways even the dirt in my chest and the knives in my lungs could never kill . I wanted to fall to my knees.

I wanted to gather her against

and swear she would never hurt again. I wanted to kiss every tear from her face and whisper a thousand tis that she was safe.

"Yo...You should not be standing here, Damon. I put you down myself. I stabbed you. I watched the blood pour out of you. I buried you with my own hands. I made sure the dirt filled your lungs. I did it because you left

no choice.

"You always thought you were untouchable. You always thought you could stand over . But I proved I could bring you down. I did what no one else dared. I buried the great Damon and I did it with my own hands."

I tilted my head slowly, savoring every word, letting the smile curl my lips.

"When did you beco a stamrer, Darren. You had no problem talking when you told my mate that you wanted my babies dead. You had no problem laughing while you kicked her and watched her bleed. You had no problem calling yourself a god when you dropped the dirt on my chest. But now your words shake. Now you repeat yourself. Now you look at

like you cannot believe what you see."

"Do not mock , Damon. Do not act like you are immortal. I am the immortal one!. I put you down once and I can do it again. You think crawling out of the dirt makes you untouchable. It does not.

"You are flesh and blood like . And flesh can be cut. Blood can be spilled. You call

a stamrer but I am the one who put you under. You are standing here because I let you crawl. Do not forget that."

My wolf roared inside . He dares. He dares to spit at us. He dares to claim he let us crawl. Tear his tongue out. Break his bones. Show him who breathes and who chokes.

"You never scared , Darren. Not when you slid that knife into my chest. Not when you buried

alive and thought worms would do your work. You are nothing but a coward in a man’s skin who hides behind blades and dirt. You should have made sure I was finished. You should have burned . You should have torn

apart. But you left

breathing, and that was the last mistake you will ever make."

Yes, my wolf snarled in my skull. Tell him. Remind him. He thought he was a god with a shovel in his hand.

He thought he ended us. Now we show him what it ans to rise. He made us stronger. He made us rage. We will not just cut him. We will tear his throat with our teeth. We will make his screams fill her ears until she knows she is safe forever.

Darren’s jaw clenched and I saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes, but he steadied himself and lifted the blade higher. The silver glinted under the light and it was the sa blade. The sa knife. My body rembered even as it healed. My wolf roared at the sight of it.

He spat his words at . "You think crawling out of the ground makes you immortal. You think rising from the dirt makes you untouchable. Do not fool yourself, Damon. I ended you once. I will end you again. This ti I will not just stab you. This ti I will not leave you breathing. I will rip your heart out of your chest. I will carve it free and hold it in my hands while you choke on your last breath."

I let out a low laugh.

"You talk too much, Darren. You always did. Even when we were boys you filled the room with your words because you thought talking louder made you stronger. But words do not save you now. That knife will not save you now. Nothing will save you now."

My wolf pressed harder, his growl rattling

from the inside. Let him lunge. Let him swing. We will catch it. We will break his arm. We will shove that blade through his ribs. We will feed his blood to the floor while Lyra watches. Do not wait. End him.

But I wanted to stretch it. I wanted him to rember every shovelful of dirt. I wanted him to drown in the mory of Lyra screaming my na while he laughed.

I took a slow step closer. My eyes never left his.

"You see

breathing. You see

burning. You see

standing here when you swore I was rotting. You thought you buried , but what you really did was forge . You turned

into sothing you cannot kill. You tried to erase

and instead you gave

rage enough to burn the world."