Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Kabanata 321 - Kabanata 330

My knees buckled and I clutched myself so tight my nails dug into my own skin. I was rocking, sobbing, shaking so hard I thought my bones would crack apart, and the pain was blinding. I could feel blood soaking through me and the terror made me want to vomit. And then he said it. He actually said it while smiling at me like it was some kind of gift. “You are so fucking stupid. You know that. I love you. I am obsessed with you but I do not give a bloody damn about your babies. As a matter of fact I want them fucking dead. Gone. Out.” My whole body froze even while it shook. My head screamed no. My heart screamed no. I could not even understand. My brain was spinning so hard I thought it would explode. He loved me. He was obsessed with me. He said it like I was supposed to feel something, like I was supposed to melt because he called it love, while he was killing what was inside me. How can anyone love and want death in the same breath. How can anyone call it obsession and lau

“You see me breathing. You see me burning. You see me standing here when you swore I was rotting. You thought you buried me, but what you really did was forge me. You turned me into something you cannot kill. You tried to erase me and instead you gave me rage enough to burn the world.” He gripped the knife tighter, his knuckles white, and his words came 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 screamed. “Do not let him touch you. Please Damon. Please do

The door opened, and I felt her before I saw her. And she looked at me. She didn’t blink. Her gaze swept down to my hands, the hands that had killed her other son, and lingered there before lifting back to my face. “You didn’t come,” she continued, her chin lifting, her eyes narrowing like blades being sharpened. “Your brother’s and daughter’s funeral was held, and you were not there. “They buried him without you. Do you know what that did to me? To stand over the coffin of one son while the other stayed away as though the dead meant nothing?” Did she expect me to mourn Darren? Did she expect me to stand over a grave and pretend he had been my brother when he had buried me alive with his own hands? When he had laughed as my mate bled out? When he had told her that my unborn children deserved to die? I felt my claws itch to come out just at the thought. “Do you know what it did to me, Mother, to stand in the dirt with his knife buried in my chest? Do you know what it did to

“My parents called you,” I whispered, even though he already knew, and oh gods he looked furious and terrified at the same time. “Your parents called me,” he repeated, but his voice wasn’t calm. “I didn’t waste a second even though my mum was disturbing me concerning tasha and Darren’s funeral. I came straight here. Tell me what happened, kitten. Tell me what’s wrong. “Do you hurt anywhere? Do you feel faint? Has anyone touched you? Do I need to kill a doctor for not giving you enough rest?” His hands were trembling when they grabbed my face, but it was Damon, so trembling meant he was seconds from ripping the world apart. “Answer me, Lyra. And he stopped, but not really, because he never stops. He just pressed his forehead to mine, breathing like every inhale was him dragging me back to him. “How are my babies?” he asked, softer but still so hot my chest burned. “Our babies. Are they safe? Are they strong? Do they kick when you sleep? I swear to the Moon, kitten, if yo

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed, arching, gripping Damon so hard I thought I broke his wrist, good for him. And then I heard it. The cry. The tiniest little sound but it was sharp and alive and it cracked my heart open. I burst into tears immediately, ugly crying, nose running, voice breaking. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Damon, did you hear that? That’s ours, that’s our baby! Oh my Goddess, I actually did it, Damon, I did it, you owe me a castle, you owe me chocolate for life, you owe me everything!” “You’re doing good, Luna,” the doctor said, like he was announcing the weather. “Three more to go.” I froze. My crying turned into full-blown screaming. “THREE MORE?! What the actual fuck! No! No, I’m not doing three more! Are you insane? I can’t, I’m tired, my vagina is literally on fire, somebody drug me, somebody kill me, I don’t care, I’m not doing this three more times!” “You can,” Damon whispered against my ear. His hands were cupping my face, holding me tog