Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Lyra

"I am never and I an never allowing you to go to any fucking party again. You hear ?! I don’t care if it’s a birthday, a wedding, a gender reveal or Jesus Christ himself hosting it in your mother’s backyard. You’re done. You’re grounded. Go. To. Your. Room. Now."

Tasha just stood there, blinking like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her glossy lips parted slightly.

"Are you serious right now?" Tasha finally said.

"You can’t do this, Dad!" Tasha shouted, eyes blazing as she stord down the hall toward him. "You can’t fucking do this! Can’t a girl live a little?! So what..I ca ho late! Am I hurt? No! Did I crash? No! I’m fine!"

"I’m not twelve anymore," she snapped, throwing her arms out. "You don’t have to lock

in a fucking tower every ti I step outside!"

Damon didn’t flinch. He just stood there, chest rising slow and hard, every line in his body tight with restraint. His jaw flexed. His eyes didn’t leave her face, even as I shifted behind him like a ghost in oversized cotton.

"You don’t get to question the rules in my house," he said. "You don’t get to vanish for hours, ignore your phone, and then walk in like nothing happened."

Tasha scoffed. "So what now, you’re going to ground

because I went to a party and had fun? That’s your idea of parenting? Keeping

in a cage while everyone else lives?"

"You ca ho slling like vodka and sweat," Damon said, voice low but lethal. "Your skirt is up to here." He lifted a hand sharply. "And you almost put yourself in danger, Tasha. You don’t even know the kind of n that wait for girls like you to slip."

"I wasn’t in danger!" she scread. "I was with friends!"

"Friends don’t let you disappear!" he barked. "Friends don’t leave you drunk and half-dressed, stumbling through the dark. You think I haven’t seen what happens to girls who take that one wrong step? You think I’d survive it if sothing happened to you?!"

But Tasha didn’t back down.

She didn’t apologize.

She didn’t even blink.

She stepped forward, close enough that she had to tilt her head up to look him in the eyes.

And then..she snapped.

"Fuck you, Dad."

Damon froze.

But Tasha didn’t stop.

Her mouth twisted into a grin. Not the sweet kind. Not the bratty kind.

The dangerous kind.

"Yeah. You heard . Fuck you. And guess what..."

Her voice dropped into sothing sharp and slow.

"I had an orgy."

Damon’s expression didn’t move.

But the air did.

The entire hallway dropped ten degrees.

"I fucked six n," she said, louder now. "Six. In one night. On one couch. Do you wanna know their nas? Hm? Should I list them alphabetically?"

Oh.

My.

God.

She didn’t just say that.

She didn’t just say that.

Oh fuck, she did.

I literally stopped breathing. My mouth was open, my brain was ringing, my legs were straight-up jelly. My toes curled into the floor like that would sohow ground

to reality, but it didn’t help.

Nothing helped. Not the shirt I was drowning in, not the thick air choking the hallway, not even the walls, because I was sure the walls heard it too.

Tasha just said she had an orgy.

With six n.

Six.

And not quietly. Not in a whisper. Not in a drunk-girl-giggle-while-I-confess kind of way. No. She yelled it. She scread it at her dad like she was trying to burn the whole fucking house down with her mouth.

And all I could think was Oh my god, she’s dead. She’s dead. Damon’s going to kill her. He’s going to snap her neck and drag her into the basent and I’m going to have to help hide the body because technically I was a witness and I’m also in his shirt and also his cum is still in

and oh fuck I should not be standing here.

I should’ve run.

I should’ve run the second she said "fuck you, Dad."

But I didn’t.

Because I was frozen.

Because my legs weren’t working.

Because my brain wasn’t working.

Because when she said it—orgy—my stomach dropped like I’d been pushed off a cliff. And my heart? It was straight-up punching

in the ribs. Like boom. Boom. Boom. Bitch are you hearing this?

Damon didn’t move at first.

That was the scariest part.

He just... stopped.

Not like paused. Not like thinking. More like calculating murder.

And I could feel the shift in the air. You know when soone’s about to explode, but they’re holding it in so tight the whole room starts to shake with silence? That was Damon. Still. Rigid. His eyes locked on her like he couldn’t believe what she’d just said. Like she’d spat in his face and then lit the house on fire just to prove a point.

Then she kept talking.

She. Kept. Going.

"I liked it," she said, with that devil-smile of hers.

And my knees buckled. Actually buckled.

I grabbed the wall beside

like a dramatic little Victorian lady about to faint and the only reason I didn’t collapse was because Damon was between us and thank God for that.

Because I don’t know what I would’ve done if Tasha had taken one more step.

I don’t know what he would’ve done if she said one more word.