Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Chapter 318

He gripped the knife tighter, his knuckles white, and his words ca again, spitting through clenched teeth.

"You think you are more than flesh, Damon. You think you are a beast. But I know better. I cut you once. I put you under. I made the earth your coffin. Do not forget who you are facing. Do not forget who I am. I am the one who made you bleed."

I stepped closer again, smiling wider. "Let’s see, brother."

I shifted as I rushed to him.

Take it. Twist it. Break him with his own weapon. Show him what silver tastes like when it cuts him instead of us.

And then I heard her.

"Damon, be careful!"

He’s got the knife!" she scread.

"Do not let him touch you. Please Damon. Please do not let him bury you again. Please kill him before he kills you. Please Damon. Please."

I bared my teeth and roared as I closed the distance. "I hear you, kitten. I hear you. He will never touch

again. He will never touch you again. I will not fall. Not while you breathe. Not while you scream my na."

The knife flashed. Darren swung it wide, aiming for my chest again. My wolf laughed inside . Let him try. Let him think silver can finish us. Break his arm. Make him drop it. Make him choke on his arrogance.

I caught his wrist mid-swing, claws digging in, blood spilling hot between us.

"You should be rotting. You should be gone. You should have stayed under the dirt."

I snarled back. "I rose for her. I rose for the babies you wanted dead. I rose to burn you alive. And I will not stop until the floor drinks every drop of your blood."

Behind , Lyra scread again, her voice breaking. "Damon! Do not let go! Please, please Damon, you cannot die, you cannot leave , please fight him!"

And every syllable made

stronger.

"You said you were immortal, Darren. But now I am standing here, and I can see your eyes, and I can sll your fear, and I can feel your chest breaking under my hand. Let us see your immortality now."

My claws sank into him. I pushed deep, deeper, through muscle and bone, until the hot rush of blood poured over . He scread as he tried to push

back, his free hand slamming against my arm.

"Stop. Stop, Damon. Please. Please stop. We can talk. We can make this right. You do not need to do this. I can give you power. I can give you everything. Just let

go. Please, Damon. I am your brother. I buried you, yes, but I did it because I had to. You left

no choice. Stop. Please stop."

None of his words touched . None of it ant anything. I leaned closer, my teeth bared, my growl hot against his ear, and I let him hear every ounce of my hatred.

"Fuck you, Darren. Fuck your excuses. Fuck your begging. Fuck your lies. You put

in the dirt. You hurt what was mine. You laughed while she scread. You told her my babies deserved to die. And for that there will be no rcy. Go to hell, and when you see the flas, rember my face."

I roared as I ripped harder, my claws tearing, his chest tearing up. His heart ca free in my hand, hot and slick, beating once, twice, before the life drained from it.

His eyes went wide, his mouth opened around one last broken sound, and then he dropped. His body hit the floor.

I killed my own brother.

Blood dripped from the heart in my hand as I smiled and ripped the heart with my teeth and spat on his body.

I looked at the body of the man who once called himself my brother. There was no brother left. There was only a corpse.

Behind

I heard her voice.

"Damon."

When I turned, I thought I would see only her, my kitten on the floor, crying and bleeding but alive. I thought the danger had ended when Darren’s heart dropped dead at my feet. I thought I could finally breathe. But the mont my eyes fell on her, I saw it. Ti stopped.

Tasha. That wretched girl. That cursed venom in my bloodline. She stood behind Lyra, her eyes wild, her teeth bared, and the knife was already sinking into my mate’s neck and belly. Blood filled her mouth and slipped out between her lips, and I swear the world split open inside .

"Fuck you, Dad. If I can’t have you then no one will." Then she dragged the blade across her own throat and killed herself. What the fuck just happened!

Lyra’s body buckled, her eyes rolled back, and she began to fall.

"No!"

"Kitten," I gasped, my forehead pressing against hers, my tears falling onto her skin, mixing with the blood that poured from her. "Stay with . Do you hear . Stay with . Do not close your eyes. Do not let go of . I crawled out of the earth for you. I bled for you. I killed for you. You will not leave

now."

"You are not leaving , Lyra. Do you hear . You are mine. You are my mate. You are my kitten. You will breathe because I command it. You will live because I demand it. You will not close your eyes, not now, not ever."

Her head lolled weakly against , her lips parting as more blood slipped free, and I pressed my face against hers, rocking her like she was the only thing keeping

from madness because she was.

I killed the people that hurt her but they took her along with them.