All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Straight down the middle of the path behind me, bigger than the first two. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, my wolf was shouting so loud it felt like she was ripping through my skull. I don’t care if there are three, I don’t care if there are thirty, we do not stop, Lyra, we do not give up, we do not let them take us, do you hear me, we fight until the last breath if we have to but we do not let them win tonight! “But they’re so close!” I cried back in my head even as I leapt over a fallen tree, my paws hitting the ground so hard on the other side my legs nearly buckled. “We can’t fight three of them, we can’t outrun three of them forever, what if this is it, what if this is the way we die?” Then we die running, my wolf snapped, furious and wild now, her voice shaking the way the earth was shaking under my paws. We die on our feet, Lyra, not in chains, not in their teeth, not screaming on the ground like prey, so run faster, faster, faster, until the moon itself can’t k

(Oh, I feel it. I feel every inch of it, Damon. Every flame, every cut, every drop of blood leaving us. I feel the weight of this body the same way you do. But you want to know the difference between you and me? You are ready to die with it. I am not.) I closed my eyes because the trees above me were spinning, and every time I tried to lift my head the whole world tilted sideways. “She is out there,” I said, my chest tightening until it hurt worse than the wound itself. “Lyra. She is running through the woods carrying our children, and I told her to run because I knew I would not be getting up again.” (And you think she will forgive you for that?) he snapped so fast it cut right through me. (You think she will forgive you for leaving her in a world this cruel? For leaving your pups before they even open their eyes? For handing your crown to the same traitor who put you in the ground? Is that what you think?) My throat felt tight, my jaw clenched until it ached, because no, s

“Well, there is a myth, brother. A myth older than this pack, older than our father, older than the crown they put on your head like you were born for it. They say if you drink an Alpha’s blood, you become immortal. That the strength of his life seeps into yours and carries you beyond the reach of death itself.” His grin spread sharp and wide when I said nothing, when I only lay there with my own blood bubbling in my chest like lava waiting to spill. “I know you never heard of it,” Darren said, twisting the blade again. “Because you have always been the foolish one. The good son. The perfect Alpha Damon who believed every law, every story, every line they ever fed you while I was crawling through the shadows learning what they did not want us to know.” He leaned close until his mouth was right beside my ear. “Do you know what my wolf wants to do to you right now, Damon?” “He wants to carve you open from your throat to your gut and devour your organs while you are still

At first it did not even make sense. Moans. Not pain moans either. Not someone-dying moans. Someone was fucking. “Fuck! That’s it!” Then there was another cry, high-pitched and breathless, followed by his voice again, louder this time. “Fuck, I love your pussy!“ My eyes flew open so fast it made my vision tilt sideways and for a second I thought maybe I was dreaming again because no way. No way this was real. Everywhere was dark but not pitch black. I blinked slowly, my lashes sticking together because everything hurt, my head pounding so loud it felt like a drum was inside my skull. At first, I thought maybe I was still dreaming or maybe I had died because I couldn’t see the trees anymore, couldn’t hear the wind, couldn’t feel the ground shaking with footsteps chasing me. It would seem I was in a house. A house. Because the walls were right there. Actual walls. A ceiling above me. No stars, no forest. How did I get here? I shifted a little, slowly, because my

And oh my God, you don’t understand how insane that was, because one second I was lying here, choking on the wet slap-slap-slap of bodies colliding and her screaming his name like she was being baptized in fire, and the next it just vanished. Like someone ripped the plug out of the universe. And you’d think silence would be a relief after what I just heard, but no, it was worse, because silence means something is waiting, silence means someone is watching, silence means something is about to crawl out of the dark and eat me alive. And then I heard it. A laugh. Not a normal laugh, oh no, not the kind where someone giggles because they tripped over a chair or because a joke was bad. No, this was a low, stretched-out, curling-at-the-edges laugh that sounded like nails dragging down a coffin. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t warm, it was sick, it was wrong, and the worst part was that it was aimed at me. At me. “Oh my sweet little kitten.” Do you know how fast my heart almost gave