Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Chapter 326

"No!" I scread, shaking my head so hard my neck ached. "No, I’m not listening! Don’t tell

to listen, don’t you dare! I don’t care what you say, Damon, I don’t care! My baby is silent and I can’t stand it, do you hear ? I can’t! Don’t tell

to breathe, don’t tell

it’s okay, because it’s not okay, it will never be okay!"

"Arghhhhhhhhhh!" My throat was fire, my chest felt like it was collapsing, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t. My nails dug into Damon’s arms, dragging red lines down his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He never flinched from .

My mind was spiraling, thoughts crashing over each other so fast I couldn’t keep them straight. What if the Goddess hates ? What if this is my punishnt? What if I’m not strong enough to be a mother? Every thought made

shake harder, scream louder.

"No, no, no!" I cried, thrashing weakly against Damon, my body too wrecked to even fight properly but my soul clawing at everything. "Don’t touch , don’t tell

to calm down, don’t—don’t—just bring my baby back!

I pounded my fists against his chest, weak and pathetic but filled with everything I had left. "I’m not listening, Damon! I don’t care what you say! I don’t care! My baby is silent and it’s killing , it’s killing , I can’t do this!"

My head spun, my vision blackened, and still I couldn’t stop talking. "Why is this happening? Why would the Goddess give

four only to steal one? Why would she let

survive this pain, this blood, this ripping open, just to laugh in my face? I can’t take it, Damon. I can’t live with silence. I can’t!"

I collapsed against him, shaking, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. My chest hitched, my throat burned, my whole body felt like it was being eaten alive from the inside. Damon’s tears fell into my hair, his arms crushing

against him like he was the only thing keeping

alive.

And I just kept whispering, broken, ssy, desperate:

"I want to see him," I scread, my voice breaking so hard it felt like glass tearing through my throat. "Give him to ! Do you hear ? Give

my baby!"

I was shaking all over, weak and broken, my body a wreck, but I didn’t care. "Bring him here! Bring my dead baby here! I don’t care if he’s not breathing, I don’t care if you think he’s gone, I want him in my arms! He’s mine, Damon, mine! You don’t keep him from , you don’t hide him from !"

"Bring my baby here right now, Damon, or I’ll crawl off this bed and bleed across the floor to get him myself!"

My head dropped against Damon’s chest again, sobbing so hard my body convulsed, and I kept whispering through the wreck of my voice, "Give

my baby... please, just give

my baby..."

And then the baby was brought.

The doctor’s hands shook as he carried that tiny, terrifyingly still body toward , and my breath caught so hard I thought my heart would split in two. My arms were trembling, my whole body screaming in pain, but I held them out anyway because I didn’t care if I bled more, I didn’t care if I tore open again. I just needed him. I just needed my baby in my arms.

The second they laid him against

I sobbed so violently I almost choked. He was warm but too quiet, too still, and I pressed his tiny body against my chest like I could fuse him into , like I could force my heart to beat inside his.

"Hey," I whispered through tears that poured and poured, soaking his little face. "Why did you leave mummy, huh? Why?

"You’ve got Damon’s blood in you, you’ve got my fire, you’re supposed to be strong, you’re supposed to scream the loudest, you’re supposed to make the walls shake with your voice. So why are you quiet, huh? Why are you quiet, my little one?"

I pressed my face into his tiny chest, my tears soaking him. "Don’t leave , please. Don’t you dare leave . I’ll never forgive you if you do. I’ll never forgive the Goddess either. You’re supposed to stay. You’re supposed to grow. You’re supposed to call

mummy. You’re supposed to break my things and drive

crazy and then kiss

goodnight like nothing happened. You’re supposed to live."

I kissed his head again, my voice breaking into ugly sobs. "Oh my baby... oh my baby... breathe for . Please just breathe for ."

"Hey, hey, my love, mummy’s here. Co back to . Please, just one sound, just one cry, that’s all I need. Please!"

And then it happened.

The tiniest sound, broken and shaky, but real. A squeak first, so faint I almost thought it was in my head, and then—oh Goddess—louder.

I scread with him. . "Oh my God! Oh my Goddess! Damon, he’s crying! He’s crying! Do you hear it? Do you hear our baby?" I pressed him against my chest, rocking weakly.

"You scared , you stupid little thing, you almost killed , you made

beg and scream and hate the world, and now—now you co back? Oh my baby, I love you, I love you, I love you so much, don’t you ever do that to

again!"

Damon’s arms were around both of us now, shaking as hard as I was, his tears falling into my hair, but all I could hear was that cry. That beautiful, perfect cry.

"It..It’s..a miracle" the doctor stamred. Too stunned to speak.

I sobbed harder, pressing my face to my son’s, whispering, "That’s it, scream at , scream at the world, let them know you’re here. You’re mine. You’re alive. My miracle."