Ch. 146..150: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 146-150
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“Stop smirking.” I snapped, my whole body trembling as I shoved myself up on the bed, my hands flying everywhere because I could not keep them still.
“There is nothing to smirk about, Damon. Nothing. I asked you questions. Real questions. Questions that mattered. And what did you do? Did you answer me? Did you give me even the smallest piece of honesty? No! You carried me on your damn shoulder like I was some object you could drag around whenever you feel like
it.
“And now you think you can stand there smirking at me like you are in control? No. You do not get to do that. Not with me.”
“Do you want to know why I did that, kitten? Why I carried you on my shoulder in front of everyone? Because you talk too much. Too much sometimes. And the truth is, I do not want to get pissed at you.
“Because believe me, you have not seen me pissed ever since you have known me. You think you have seen my temper, you think you have seen me lose control, but you have no idea what I am holding back when it comes to you.”
My chest was rising and falling so fast it hurt, and I shot up from the bed, my hands flying everywhere, my words spilling out so fast I could barely breathe.
“Pissed? Pissed at what, Damon? Tell me! What could you possibly be pissed about? What did I do wrong? Because from where I am standing, I should be the one who is pissed, not you.
“I should be the one tearing this room apart, ripping these sheets, breaking everything in sight, because do you even realize what you just put me through? You kept secrets from me, Damon.
“Secrets about your family, about your brother, about the part of your life I should have known about from the very beginning. So no, Damon, I should be the one to be f*****g pissed!”
“I said do not you ever use the f word on me again.”
The way Damon growled it made my heart slam so hard against my ribs I thought it might actually crack.
His voice wasn’t just a voice anymore. It was a command, a threat, a warning, all rolled into one, and it vibrated through the room until my skin prickled with goosebumps.
My wolf whimpered inside me, curling into herself, but I sat there wide–eyed because I could not stop looking at him.
His eyes were glowing, his jaw locked tight, and his chest moved like every breath was him holding himself back from tearing the whole room apart.
And of course, because I am me because I am eighteen and I have a mouth that doesn’t know how to stay shut I pushed him without even trying.
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He didn’t stop at that one sentence. Oh no. Damon leaned closer, his shadow swallowing me, his voice dropping even lower until it was fire and smoke crawling down my neck.
“Do you hear me, kitten? That word does not belong on your tongue when you are speaking to me. You can
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cry, you can scream,
you can throw every tantrum you want, but you will not curse at me like I am some ordinary man. I am not.
“I am your Alpha. I am the one who protects you, the one who claims you, the one who has kept his control on a leash every single time you’ve tested me. And you do not even realize how close you come to snapping that leash when you talk the way you just did.”
I pressed myself back against the headboard as he stepped closer, towering over me, his presence heavy enough to crush me in place. My throat was tight, my body was trembling, but my mind my loud, chaotic
, messy mind was still running at full speed..
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“You think you are the one who should be pissed?” His hand slammed against the headboard right beside my head, and I jumped so hard my stomach dropped.
“You talk too much, kitten. You run that mouth without stopping, and half the time you do not even know what danger you are inviting. Do you think I carried you upstairs because it amused me? Because it was fun for me to make a spectacle of you?
“No. I carried you because if I answered you in front of my mother, in front of my men, you would not have liked the answer I gave you. You are the one with a problem kitten!”
I shook my head, tears sliding down my cheeks, my chest burning because how dare he twist this back on me? How dare he stand there and act like I was the problem when all I had wanted were answers?
He leaned down so close his breath brushed my ear, his growl sinking into my skin like claws. “You say you should be pissed, but you do not even know what pissed is.
“Pissed is not me carrying you on my shoulder. Pissed is not me ignoring your tantrum in front of my mother. Pissed is not me locking this door. No, kitten. Pissed is when I stop talking. Pissed is when I stop controlling myself. Pissed is when I stop caring about whether you can handle what I give you.
“And believe me, you have never seen me like that. Not once. Because I have been holding it back, every single time you test me, every single time you scream at me, every single time you defy me.
“I let you rant because you are young, because you are fiery, because you do not understand the weight of what you are saying. But there will come a day when my patience runs out. And on that day, you will pray you never pushed me this far.”
I should have shut up. I should have swallowed my words. I should have nodded and stayed quiet like any sane person would have done. But do you know me? I never shut up. My entire body was trembling, my eyes wet, my throat raw, but my mouth just would not stop moving.
“Do you even hear yourself, Damon? You are threatening me because of the way I talk, because of the words I use, like that’s the biggest issue in the universe“.
I threw my hands up, half sobbing, Half ranting, my voice bouncing off the walls. “Do you want to know why I talk too much? Do you really want to know? It’s because you never talk at all! You give me silence when I ask
for answers.
“You want me to shut up? Then talk to me and don’t keep silent”
His eyes cut through me, sharp enough to make my breath stick in my throat, and then he said it, calm but deadly. “You know what, kitten. I have one question for you before I answer all of yours. Why did your body react to my brother?”
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I froze, I actually forgot how to breathe for a second. My brain went completely blank and then exploded all at
once.
“What!” I squeaked, but it came out so high it sounded ridiculous even to my own ears. My whole chest squeezed, my heart slammed against my ribs, and my face burned so hot I thought it might melt right off, Did he just–did he seriously just say that? In that tone? With that look on his face?
And then he pushed further, his growl curling around me like chains. “Don’t you dare lie to me, kitten. I am your Alpha. Don’t forget that. We share a bond. I feel everything you feel, whether you want me to or not. So tell me the truth. Do you want to f**k my brother just because he looks like me?”
“What!” I screamed, louder this time, almost choking on my own spit. “Oh my God, Damon, are you even hearing yourself? That is the most disgusting, twisted question you could have possibly asked me right now!
“That is your brother. Your actual twin brother! Do you think I am some kind of monster? Do you think I am sitting here fantasizing about sleeping with him just because he has your face?”
My words tumbled out of me so fast I could barely keep up with them, and my thoughts were just as loud, screaming over each other in my head.
Why would he even think that? Why would he even say it out loud? Of course my body reacted, because Daren looks exactly like him, because my instincts got confused, because my wolf could not tell the difference for a split second.
“It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean I wanted it, it didn’t mean I enjoyed it, but how could I explain that to Damon without sounding guilty?
I grabbed fistfuls of my hair, shaking my head until the tears blurred everything. “Yes, my body reacted, fine, I admit it! But do you know why? Because he looks like you! Because his face is your face and my stupid body got tricked for one horrible moment.
“Do you think I liked that? Do you think I wanted that? No! It made me feel sick, Damon. Sick in my stomach. Wrong. I hated it. I hated myself for it, and I hated him for making me feel it, and I hated you for letting him get that close to me in the first place!”
My chest heaved, my voice cracking, but I couldn’t stop, because the words just kept spilling out like they had
a life of their own.
“Do you think I want him? Do you really think I would ever betray you like that? You are my mate. You are my Alpha. You are the only one my body should want, and you know that! I swear to the Goddess, Damon, I
would rather die than let him touch me.
“So don’t you dare look at me like I wanted him, don’t you dare say that to me, because it isn’t true!
“My body reacted for two seconds but my heart didn’t, my soul didn’t, nothing real inside of me wanted him. It
was just a mistake, a trick of instinct, and I hate that it even happened at all. I hate it!”
And still, in the back of my head, my thoughts were screaming louder than my mouth. What if he doesn’t believe me? What if he already decided I’m guilty? What if he thinks I secretly want his brother and nothing! say will change his mind? What if this ruins everything?
“Kitten,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, the kind of voice that made the air itself freeze. “If you dare have anything with my brother, I’ll kill you with my own hands. Do you understand me? I would not let another man touch what is mine. Not even if that man shares my face. Especially not him. I would rip you apart
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before I let you belong to anyone else. Even him
I couldn’t breathe. Kill me. He had said kill me. Not just anyone – Damon. My Damon, My Alpha. My mate And now that same man was looking me dead in the eyes and promising he would take me apart with fas own hands if I ever betrayed him with his brother.
He didn’t actually mean that. He couldn’t. Right?
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I Hate You Damon!
~Damon~
The look in her eyes when I told her I would kill her nearly tore me apart. I had not meant to say those words. They slipped out before I could chain them back.
The second they left my mouth, I regretted them, but regret did not erase the damage. Her face broke in front
of me.
Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened with terror, betrayal, and disbelief. The bond dragged her fear straight
into me and it carved me open like a blade.
I did not mean to hurt her in that way. I did not mean to shatter her with the weight of my threat. But the thought of her body reacting to my brother, even for a split second, filled me with such fury that I could not
hold it back.
My brother. My twin. The man whose face mirrored mine, the one who had no right to breathe the same air as her, let alone provoke a reaction from her body. That truth poisoned me. It made me reckless.
My wolf’s voice growled inside me, dark and merciless. She is ours. Ours alone. No other man can touch her. No other man can pull a sound from her lips. Not even him. If she dares, if she falters, we will end her before
we allow our bond to be tainted.
“Kitten,” I said, my voice dropping low as I forced every ounce of control I still had into it, “do not mistake me.
I will never let you go. Not to him. Not to anyone.”
Her tears spilled over and her voice lashed back at me. “Then maybe you should destroy me right now,
Damon, because you do not trust me. You do not trust me at all!”
She was right, and I despised her for being right. I did not trust her when his face stood in front of her. I did not trust the instincts that had betrayed her for a heartbeat.
I slammed my palm against the headboard beside her head and the wood cracked under the force. She jumped, her body curling inward, but her voice did not falter.
“I hate you,” she whispered, and the sound of it nearly finished me. “I hate you for even thinking I could want him. I hate you for making me feel dirty, for making me feel like I did something wrong when all I have ever done is want you. Only you, Damon. Always you.”
My wolf howled inside me, furious and desperate at once. She is telling the truth. She is yours. She has always been yours. Stop doubting her. Stop pushing her away. She does not belong to him. She belongs to us. Take her. Claim her. Make her remember.
But even as the truth rang through me, my anger did not die. It rose higher, clawing through me like fire. I grabbed her jaw, forcing her face up so I could see every tear in her eyes. My thumb pressed against her
pulse, feeling it race wildly under my hand.
“Do not ever say you hate me again. Do not even think it. We are already past hate, kitten. We are bound. You do not get to run from me. You do not get to spit those words into the air and expect me to let them live
between us.”
Her tears glistened and her lips trembled, but even then I could feel the heat of her body, the undeniable pull
of the band, and the way my wolf thrashed for her
I wanted to crush her mouth beneath mine until she drowned in the taste of me. I wanted to drive every memory of my brother’s face from her body until nothing remained.
My wolf surged forward, his voice louder than my own thoughts. Take her. Breed her until she forgets. Breed her until her body remembers only us. She is ours. She is whimpering for us. She needs to be reminded.
f**k. The truth burned inside me like fire. I wanted to angry f**k her. I wanted to grab her by the waist and
stam her down into these sheets until her voice was nothing but broken moans that carried my name.
I wanted to take her in a way that would erase every doubt from her mind, a way that would leave her body so
ruined she would never mistake another man’s face for mine again.
But when I looked at her, when I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, when I saw the way her chest rose
and fell in shallow, broken breaths, something inside me twisted viciously.
My little kitten. I had made her cry. Not the kind of tears I love to see, not the tears of pleasure when she is shaking around me, begging me for more, but tears of pain. Tears born from my words. I had cut her, and
now she was bleeding where I could not see.
My wolf’s voice tore through me, demanding, punishing, ruthless. Fix this. Do not let her believe that lie. She is ours. We do not destroy what belongs to us. We claim it. We f**k the sadness out of her until she cannot
breathe without us. Until she cannot think without us. Until she knows only us.
I ripped my shirt off, the fabric tearing as I dragged it over my head and tossed it aside. I let her see my body, every scar carved across my chest, every mark of the life I lived before her.
My voice dropped low, as I stared at her trembling against the headboard. “Come to Daddy.”
Her arms folded tightly across her chest, her body shaking as if she were holding herself together with
nothing but willpower.
Her voice came out in tears, raw and fragile but strong enough to hit me where it hurt most. “No, Damon. I am
not coming. You said you wanted to kill me.”
Those words pierced straight through me. She believed me. She believed the monster I had threatened her
with.
My own mate, my own kitten, thought I would destroy her. The bond twisted, choking me with her grief until I
could barely breathe.
I stepped forward, my chest heaving with the force of what I carried inside me, my c**k already straining against my pants because anger and desire always lived side by side in me.
“I am sorry, baby. I should never have said that. I lost control for a second and I let my rage speak for me. I
will never kill you. I will never hurt you like that. You are mine. You are my mate. I swore to protect you, and I
do not break my vows.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, wide and wet, and the mistrust cut me open in ways no blade ever could. She still
doubted me. She still trembled like a girl caught between love and fear.
My wolf growled softer now, pushing, urging, demanding. She does not need only words. She needs truth carved into her body. She needs to feel us inside her until the fear drowns. She needs to be marked, bred,
owned, and soothed all at once. Show her who she belongs to. Show her she is ours forever.
THate You Damon).
I reached for her, I brushed my thumb across her jaw, pressing against her pulse, feeling the beat of her heart against my skin.
My c**k throbbed, heavy and unyielding, but I held myself back for one breath longer, because she needed to hear it again.
“
Come to me, kitten. Let me hold you. Let me put my mouth on you until you forget your tears. Let me f**k you until you scream my name so loud the Goddess herself hears it. Let me remind you that you belong to
me, not in fear, not in doubt, but in truth. Only me. Always me.”
Her lips trembled when I leaned in. f**k, the taste of her. Sweet, trembling, furious, afraid.I kissed her harder, slow enough to torment, deep enough to make her whimper against me, and every sound she made sent my
c**k throbbing against the constraint of my pants.
Her lips parted under mine and I slid my tongue inside, tasting her whimper, tasting the tears that still clung to her. My wolf roared inside me, clawing, growling, his voice low and insistent.
Take her deeper. Kiss her until she drowns. Bite her until she bleeds. She is wet for us already. She is crying
for us. She belongs in our hands, in our mouth, under our c**k.
I dragged my mouth from her lips down to her jaw, slow and hungry, sucking against the sensitive skin until I
knew I would leave a bruise that told every eye who she belonged to.
“Do you feel that, kitten?” I growled against her skin. “That is me. That is your Alpha. That is the man who will f**k you until you forget your name, until you forget your pain, until there is nothing left of you except my
scent, my seed, and my claim carved into your body.”
I kissed her throat, slower this time, dragging my tongue along her pulse, groaning when I felt it flutter wildly
against me.
“You thought I would kill you, baby? No. I will keep you alive forever so I can ruin you every night. I will keep you breathing so you never escape the way my c**k fills you, the way my teeth mark you, the way my hands
hold you down. You belong to me, and I will spend my entire life proving it to you.”
Her arms were still folded against her chest, her tears still wet on her cheeks, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs shifted. Her breath hitched when I pressed my fingers in her p***y. f**k my baby’s wet.
She tilted her chin just enough to catch my eyes, her tears still fresh, her lips swollen from my kiss.
“You said you wanted to kill me some minutes ago,” she whispered, her voice trembling but teasing, raw but
laced with fire. “And now you want to f**k me? Damon, you are so twisted.”
Her laugh turned into a moan when I pressed her hands on my d**k, letting her feel the brutal hardness
straining against my pants.
“Oh f**k, how much I love you. You have no idea what you do to me. You scare me, you ruin me, you make me
want things I should not want.
“And you know what I want from you right now, Damon. Give it to me. Give me head. Put that mouth where ! need it. Suck my p***y until I scream.”
My c**k throbbed violently at her words, every word shooting fire down my spine. My wolf snarled, his voice
savage and wild inside my head.
Do it. Drag her panties down. Bury your tongue in her until she cries for us. Drink her. Taste her. Make her
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body forget everything except the way she comes on our mouth
I growled, low and dangerous, my lips grazing the corner of her mouth as I answered. “You want my mouth on you, kitten? You want me to taste you while your tears are still wet on your face?
“You want me to f**k you with my tongue until you can’t breathe?” I kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip until she whimpered. “Then spread your thighs for Daddy and let me worship my mate the way she deserves.
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***k. I just asked him to suck my p***y. I just asked him to give me head like I had no shame, no filter, no sense of control over the things coming out of my mouth.
Where did that boldness even come from? One second I was screaming at him, swearing I hated him,
throwing his threats back in his face like a lunatic, and the next second I was begging him to get on his
knees and eat me like I was his last meal.
How does that even happen? How does a fight that made my whole chest ache and my throat raw suddenly twist into this burning need that makes my thighs shake just from the sound of his voice?
I could feel my face burning hot with tears and shame, but my cunt pulsed harder with every second that
passed.
The words I had just said echoed in my head like I had shouted them to the entire world. Give me head. Suck
my p***y until I scream.
Goddess, what was wrong with me? I should have been running from him after the way he threatened me, but instead all I wanted was his mouth between my thighs, his tongue deep inside me, his teeth scraping me
until I forgot my name.
He looked at me like I had just handed him the greatest gift in the universe, his eyes glowing like molten fire, his lips swollen from the kisses he had stolen from me.
I pressed my palms flat against the sheets because my hands would not stop trembling, and my thighs opened wider even though my mind screamed at me to be careful.
My voice spilled out again, too fast, too messy, too me. “Oh my God, Damon, I cannot believe I just said that. I cannot believe I just begged you to go down on me.
“One second we were at each other’s throats and now I want your tongue so deep inside me I will forget how to breathe. I am insane. You make me insane. You make me lose every piece of myself until all I can do is say the filthiest things and hope you give me what I want.”
His growl rumbled through the room and it only made my p***y wetter, slick pooling between my thighs until I
could feel it dripping.
My wolf whimpered inside me, but it was not fear this time. It was need. It was aching, clawing, begging
need.
I reached out with shaking hands and grabbed at his shoulders. “Please, Damon. Do it. I do not care how insane I sound. I do not care how shameless I am. I want your mouth. I want your tongue. I want you to eat me alive until I cannot think about anything but you.”
“Spread your f*****g thighs, kitten.”
The way he looked at me when he told me to spread my thighs made my stomach drop and my p***y clenci so hard I thought I might lose it right there. I did not even hesitate.
My legs opened wide for him like they were under his command and not my own. I could feel the wet heat between them, feel the slick pooling and dripping, and I knew he could smell it. I knew he could see all of it.
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And when his eyes dropped down, when he really looked at me, he swore out loud in a way
that made my face flush even hotter.
****k, kitten,” he groaned, his gaze fixed on me like I was the only thing in the universe worth worshipping Look at you. Your c******s is so pink and swollen I can see it twitching for me.
“You are begging without words, your body is begging, your p***y is dripping, your little hole is clenching like it cannot wait for my tongue.
“You are glistening like a meal spread out just for me, and I swear to the Goddess I am going to devour you until you are sobbing with pleasure.”
Then his finger pushed inside me, stretching me deep, and I cried out.
He pushed another finger in, and the stretch made me scream, my body gripping him tight, sucking him in like I was desperate to keep him there forever.
My p***y pulsed around him uncontrollably, every curl of his fingers making sparks shoot through me until my vision blurred.
“f**k,” he growled, his eyes locked on me as his fingers pumped inside me. “So tight, kitten, So wet. Your p***y is swallowing my fingers like it is starving for me.
“Look at the way you are dripping, look at the way you are making a mess all over my hand. You are clenching like you want my c**k, but first you are going to come on my fingers, and then I am going to put my mouth on that swollen little clit and suck you until you cannot remember your own name.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned, my head rolling back, my chest heaving, my n*****s hard and aching against the thin
fabric of his shirt.
“Damon, you are making me lose it. I cannot handle the way you talk. You are looking at my p***y like it is the
only thing you need, and it makes me want you even more.
“I am soaking your hand, I can feel it, I can hear it. I am so wet for you, and I want more. I want everything. Please, Damon, please, I need your mouth. I need you to suck my clit until I scream for you.”
His fingers curled again, hitting that spot that made me see stars, and my voice spilled out, messy and
desperate.
“Yes, right there, f**k, right there. I am going to lose it. I need your tongue. I need your mouth. I need to feel you licking me and sucking me until I cannot think straight. Do it now, Daddy. Do it now.”
Then his tongue slid against me and I screamed. There was no stopping it, no holding it back, just moans tearing out of my throat as his tongue licked through my folds, hot and wet and ruthless.
He dragged it all the way up, slow and heavy, until the tip circled my c******s, and the sensation made my
thighs shake so violently I thought I might snap.
“f**k,” he groaned into me, his lips parting as he sucked against me with a force that made my vision blur.”
You taste so sweet, kitten. You taste like sin. I could drink from you forever.”
“Oh my God,” I cried, clutching at his hair with both hands, pulling him closer, grinding my p***
y against his mouth because I could not stop myself.
“Damon, yes, yes, yes, do not stop, oh f**k, that feels so good. Your tongue is killing me. You are sucking me so hard. I am going to lose it.”
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He flattened his tongue against me and licked from the bottom of my slit to the top again, slow and deliberate, groaning as if the taste of me was the only thing he had ever needed.
Then he closed his lips around my c******s and sucked, deep and hungry, and the sound of it was so obscene I cried out louder, my back arching off the bed, my p***y flooding against his mouth.
“You are dripping all over my tongue,” he growled, his voice vibrating against my clit until I nearly exploded.
“Your p***y is begging for me, kitten. You are soaking me like you were made for my mouth. I am going to eat you until you scream my name so loud the whole house hears it.”
His tongue circled my c******s again and again, then he flicked it fast, relentless, while he pumped his fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made me convulse.
“Damon, f**k, yes,” I screamed, my voice breaking. “You are sucking my clit so hard, you are licking me so deep, I cannot take it. I love it, I love it, I love you, I cannot stop moaning, I cannot stop moving, I need more. | need you to eat me alive, please do not stop, please never stop.”
He growled again, louder this time, his tongue thrusting into my p***y while his nose pressed against my C******s, his fingers still driving into me without mercy.
“Oh my God,” I cried, shaking uncontrollably. “I am going to come. I am going to come so hard all over your mouth. Damon, Daddy, f**k, yes, make me come, make me scream for you, I cannot hold it anymore, I am
yours, only yours.”
“f*****g moan, kitten. Let the whole house hear you. Let them all know I am the one making you scream like
this.”
The words destroyed me. I screamed so hard it tore at my throat. “f**k, Damon, I am cumming! I cannot stop
it, I cannot hold it back, I am cumming all over your mouth, oh God!”
My body convulsed violently, my hips jerking uncontrollably against his face, my p***y gripping his fingers so
tight it felt like I would never let go.
Hot, messy slick gushed out of me, coating his mouth, dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath
me.
I sobbed through the pleasure, gasping and crying out his name over and over again. “Damon, Daddy, f**k,
yes, I love you, I love you, I am cumming so hard, I cannot breathe, I am dying on your mouth!”
He growled again, low and deep, sucking harder, his tongue sliding against my c******s while his fingers
curled inside me to drag every last wave of my orgasm out until I was shaking like I had been struck by
lightning.
I was still moaning, still shaking, my thighs trembling uncontrollably, when suddenly a loud bang slammed
against the door. The noise jolted me so hard I gasped, my whole body stiffening even as Damon’s mouth
remained sealed around me,
A sharp, irritated voice rang out from the other side of the door, rough and furious. “For Christ’s sake, Damon!
Can’t you let us sleep? f**k!”
My face burned hotter than fire, my tears still wet, my orgasm still crashing through me, my p***y still
clenching around his fingers while his tongue refused to stop. I covered my face with both hands.
“Oh
my God,” I moaned, muffled against my palms, my hips still twitching helplessly against his mouth. “They
heard me. Damon. They actually heard me. I was so loud, I cannot believe this. On k, what do we even to
now?”
And still, Damon did not stop. His tongue was merciless, his fingers still thrusting, his growl against my clif making it clear he had no intention of letting me escape, not even with someone banging at the door
He pulled his mouth to my ears and growled “Tomorrow morning they will look you in the eyes and know exactly why you were screaming tonight. They will know you were moaning so loud because Daddy had his mouth on your p***y. They will not forget the sound of you begging me, and I will not let you forget either.”
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Morning came so fast. One second it was dark and quiet and I was curled up under Damon’s blanket trying to convince myself last night was just a dream, and the next thing I knew, reality hit me in the face like a truck going a hundred miles per hour.
Reality with a capital R. Reality with Damon’s entire family staring me down like I was the scandal of the
century.
Because yes, somehow I ended up at the big dining table with all of them. His mother. His cousins. His aunt. His grandmother. And his twin brother and guess what? This dude was shirtless.
I have no idea what sin I committed in a past life to deserve this level of humiliation, but the universe was clearly not on my side.
And let me tell you, that twin was looking at me like he wanted to f**k me.
Oh my God.
I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, slow and heavy like a hand sliding down my spine, and it was doing things to my brain that were completely inappropriate for breakfast.
I mean, who just shows up shirtless at the table when a girl is already drowning in shame because she screamed the house down last night? And why did he have to look exactly like Damon but with this dangerous smirk like he already knew what I sounded like moaning his brother’s name?
Lord have mercy, I was sweating.
Meanwhile, Damon was sitting right next to me like nothing was wrong. Like the whole family didn’t know. Like his grandmother wasn’t sipping her tea with this polite little smile that said she had heard every single noise I made last night and was just too classy to mention it out loud.
His mother, on the other hand, kept giving me this look.
You know the look.
The so that’s the girl who had my son making noises like a sinner in the middle of the night look.
I wanted to crawl under the table and die.
Because how was I supposed to sit there buttering toast while the ghost of my own orgasm was haunting
the entire room?
How was I supposed to look any of these people in the eyes when I had moaned so loud last night someone actually banged on the door begging us to shut up? I could still hear it.
For Christ’s sake, Damon! Can’t you let us sleep? I could still feel Damon’s mouth between my thighs while they said it because he didn’t even stop. He didn’t even pause.
And now his twin was staring at me like I was dessert.
I kept telling myself not to look at him, not to notice the way his hair was messy like he had just rolled out of bed, not to notice the tattoos across his chest, not to notice the way his mouth curved like he was two
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seconds away from saying something that would ruin me completely.
And then he smirked.
Oh no.
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He smirked right at me over his coffee like he knew exactly what I looked like last night with my legs spread and my voice breaking and Damon holding me down so I couldn’t squirm away from his tongue.
I choked on my orange juice.
Literally choked.
Coughed so hard Damon had to pat my back while his mother raised one eyebrow like she was reevaluating every life choice that had brought her to this breakfast table.
And then the twin finally spoke.
“So,” he said slowly, eyes raking over me from head to toe in a way that made me cross my legs under the table even though it was already too late because this entire family knew everything, “you’re the one who had my brother making noises last night.”
No. Nope.
Somebody kill me. Somebody bury me right now.
Because the way the whole table went silent again? The way Damon froze next to me like he was calculating how many ways he could murder his own twin without traumatizing his grandmother? The way my face instantly turned the color of hellfire while I gripped my glass of orange juice like it was my only anchor to planet Earth?
I hated him.
I hated that twin with every cell in my body because he leaned forward, smirk deepening, eyes locked on my face like he was searching for every ounce of embarrassment he could wring out of me before Damon
snapped and strangled him in front of everyone.
“What did you call him?” he asked casually, like this was a completely normal breakfast conversation. “
Daddy, right? Yeah, we all heard it.”
I almost choked to death right there.
I slapped both hands over my face because my brain couldn’t handle it. I was eighteen. I was literally just eighteen. I wasn’t built for this level of public humiliation before my second cup of coffee.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled into my palms, rocking slightly like I was comforting my own soul. “Oh my actual God, I’m going to die. I’m not even going to make it to lunch. I will spontaneously combust right here at this
table.”
And that devil in human form wasn’t done.
“You were loud, sweetheart,” he added, voice low and teasing like he wanted to make sure the entire house burned down with me. “Could hear you all the way across the hall. Begging him to suck your little…”
“Shut the f**k up Daren!”
Oh boy.
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The way he said it. The way his jaw tightened and his eyes darkened like he was two seconds from flipping the whole table over and strangling his own twin with the tablecloth and for some reason Daren just leaned back in his chair, smirk curling wider like he lived to poke this bear until it mauled him.
“Not my business?” Daren said, voice all calm and smooth like he wasn’t about to get murdered in front of his entire family.
“Brother, I couldn’t sleep because of your little mate here. You think I wasn’t going to ask about it? She was
screaming for you like you invented the word sin. We all heard her. Grandma heard her. The staff heard her.
Hell, the neighbors probably heard her.”
Oh my God.
I wanted to grab a knife off the table and stab myself just to end it all because he was looking right at me when he said it. Right at me with that cocky grin like he knew exactly how red my face was getting.
“She was begging you to eat her like a-”
“Daren.” Damon’s voice dropped lower, darker.
But Daren didn’t stop.
“-like a starved man at a feast,” he finished anyway, tilting his head toward me like he was studying my face, like he was waiting to see if I’d squirm or blush harder or maybe just melt into the floor and cease existing.”
Tell me, sweetheart, do you make those noises every time or was last night special?”
I nearly threw my plate at his stupid, gorgeous, smirking face.
“Daren,” Damon growled again, his hand tightening on the edge of the table so hard I swore I heard wood
crack.
That maniac just leaned forward, elbows on the table like this was some casual breakfast chat and not the
absolute destruction of my social life.
“Relax, brother. I’m just curious,” he said lazily, eyes sliding back to me. “You’re so small. So sweet–looking.
Never would have guessed you could get that loud. I mean, I knew you were his mate, but damn. You sounded like you were seeing God.”
I nearly choked on air.
“Daren!” Damon’s mother cut in sharply. “Quiet. That is not the way to talk to your brother’s mate.”
Finally. Finally someone said it because my soul was about to climb out of my body and take the next train
out of town.
But Daren just smirked again, because of course he did, because apparently this man had no sense of self–preservation.
“I’m just saying, Mother,” he drawled, sipping his coffee like he wasn’t seconds away from Damon launching across the table at him, “the whole house heard them. Figured we might as well get used to it if this is what life with our future Luna sounds like.”
“Don’t pay attention to him, dear,” Damon’s mother said suddenly.
She gave me this kind smile, the kind only mothers can pull off even when they’ve just listened to you scream their son’s name loud enough to wake the dead.
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“I am glad my son finally found his mate after all these years. Truly, I am. You don’t know what it has been like watching everyone else find their mates while Damon had no one.
“We thought he had lost his chance completely. I suppose you weren’t even born when the others found theirs. That was why he had no choice but to marry that witch Camilla. I never liked her. Always acting above everyone else, always sneering, always bitter. I am glad he divorced her. She brought nothing but misery into
this family.”
I did not even know what to do with that information. My face was burning, my chest tight, and Daren was still looking at me like he was seconds away from saying something that would ruin me in front of the entire
table.
I avoided his eyes because I knew if I looked, even for a second, I would probably either melt into the floor or
throw my juice in his face.
Then Damon spoke, and the sound of his voice was enough to freeze everyone in place.
“You all know the reason I came back,” he said. “I came to find out who burnt the pack house. Our home. The place where I was named Alpha Damon. The generational home of this family.”
The air changed immediately. Even Daren stopped smirking for half a second. Damon’s mother sat straighter, his grandmother’s spoon paused over her tea, and the cousins glanced at one another like they were trying to
read what was coming next.
“Today I am going to meet with some of the elders,” Damon continued. “I will get the answers I came here for. I need everything to move quickly because I have no interest in staying here longer than I must. This is not a social visit. I want this resolved, and I want it resolved soon.”
“Aww, Damon,” his mother said softly, her voice dipping into that pleading tone only mothers have when they are trying to keep their sons home a little longer.
“Don’t you want to stay for a while? It has been so long since the family was together like this. Just a few
more weeks, Damon. For me.”
Damon paused. He actually paused for a long moment, and then his eyes slid slowly across the table toward Daren, who was leaning back in his chair with that same smirk like he had been born specifically to provoke
his brother into violence.
That smirk was taunting, dangerous, and so smug it made my entire stomach twist because I could feel Damon’s fury coiling tighter with every second that passed.
“No, Mum,” Damon said finally as he looked straight into his brothers eyes.
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After breakfast the whole table slowly cleared out, but I was still buzzing like I had downed ten cups of coffee and swallowed all my dignity with them.
Damon didn’t say much after his sharp “no” to his mother, didn’t even look at Daren again, shoulders tense, jaw tight, his whole presence screaming don’t push me right now energy.
By the time I caught up to him in the front hallway, he was already dressed like the Alpha that he was
Dark clothes Boots laced tight. Jacket pulled over those broad shoulders. He looked ready for war, ready to tear apart every inch of this land until he got the answers he wanted about the pack house, about the fire,
about everything.
His guards were waiting outside, big and silent and armed, the kind of men who looked like they ate violence
for breakfast.
1 leaned against the doorframe watching him strap a blade to his thigh like this was just a normal Tuesday
for him
My brain was still trying to keep up because on one hand I had literally moaned for this man like a sinner last night, and on the other hand he was now preparing to go interrogate elders about arson and pack history like this was some mafia werewolf hybrid life I had just accidentally stumbled into.
“Can I come with you?” I blurted before I even thought about it.
He didn’t even look up.
“Please,” I added quickly, darting forward so he couldn’t ignore me, “pretty, pretty please, babe. I’ll be quiet. I’ll just watch I won’t cause any trouble. I can be useful! I have eyes. And ears. And a brain sometimes. You
need those, right?”
That finally got him to glance at me, and the look he gave me made my stomach do a whole Olympic–level
gymnastics routine
“No, kitten” Damon said calmly, clipping his holster into place like he wasn’t currently murdering all my hopes and dreams. “You can’t, okay? You have to stay here”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he stepped closer one big band sliding to the back of my neck, his eyes locking on mine with that mur of warning and tenderness that always made my knees wobble
“I don’t want you stressed he said puttly waice dropping low enough that only I could hear it. “And the babies, kitten I can see your intle pumb count out slowly. You need to rest”
“Ahhh, babies?” I cried dramatically, throwing my hands up so bight nearly smacked a lamp off the table.” Who put them there? Because lest time I checked I was not with any babies! I remember you. I remember your mouth remember a lot of very reckless decisions and some very illegal levels of pleasure last night, but babies? I do not remember signing a contract for babies!
I pressed the back of my hand to my forehead like some tragic soap opera heroine while Damon just stood
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there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like he knew exactly what I was doing but was too amused to stop me.
“This is how it starts,” I went on, pacing in circles now because I was fully committed to the bit. “First, you wake up to a family breakfast straight out of hell.
“Then your mate casually announces babies like he is asking if you want sugar in your tea. Then the next thing you know, you are barefoot, pregnant, and hormonal while the entire pack is still traumatized from the
noises you made last night. This is insane. My life is insane. I am insane.”
Damon leaned back against the wall, watching me spiral like he was at the theater with popcorn in hand. And
then, to make it worse, he laughed.
He actually laughed.
The terrifying, broody Alpha whose face looked like it had been carved from stone most days actually
laughed at me.
“Very funny, kitten,” he said, shaking his head slowly while that rare, warm sound rumbled out of his chest.”
You are so dramatic my little kitten”
I froze mid–performance, glaring at him because, excuse me, I was out here delivering award–worthy levels of
emotion and he was laughing at me like this was some kind of comedy.
He stepped closer then, one large hand sliding to cup the side of my face, his thumb brushing my cheek as
he looked me dead in the eyes.
“But I’m serious,” he said softly. “Stay here and rest, kitten. I do not want you stressing. Not you, not the
babies. I need you safe while I handle this.”
I blinked up at him because he was being so calm, so steady, so infuriatingly reasonable while I was melting
down like a lunatic on purpose.
“And call your mother,” he added, pressing a kiss to my forehead before pulling back. “It has been a while
since you spoke to her.”
I groaned loudly like he had just told me to clean the entire house with a toothbrush because that was the
last thing I wanted to do right now, but Damon only smirked like he knew I had no choice.
His hands cupped my cheek when his voice softened in a way that sent shivers all the way through me.
“I love you, kitten,” he said, his eyes holding mine like he was making sure I felt every single word. “I love you with all of my icy heart.”
But then my wolf spoke, and it was like everything inside me flipped upside down in an instant.
Tell him not to go.
The voice slammed into me so fast and so sharply that I actually froze.
What? I asked her silently, my grip tightening on Damon’s jacket like I could physically anchor him here if I just held on hard enough.
Do not let him leave, my wolf growled, her voice filled with a strange kind of tension I had never felt from her before. Something is wrong. Something bad is coming. Do not let him walk out that door.
My entire body went cold because my wolf never sounded like this. Not once. She was reckless and wild and usually laughed in the face of danger like she had a death wish, so for her to suddenly sound sharp and
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restless made my heart start pounding so hard I felt it in my throat.
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“Damon,” I said quickly, my voice too high and too fast, all of it spilling out before I could stop myself. “Please
don’t go.”
He paused immediately, his dark eyes dropping down to meet mine, his brows drawing together just slightly as he studied my face.
I®
His hand was still warm against my cheek, steady and grounding, while I was practically vibrating with this
awful feeling twisting through me.
“Kitten-” he started, his voice low and careful like he was about to tell me everything would be fine, but I shook my head so quickly my hair fell into my face and my hands clutched the front of his jacket like I could keep him here if I just held on tight enough.
“No, Damon, I’m serious,” I said, my words coming out fast and shaky because my chest felt too tight and my wolf was pacing like she was about to tear through my skin.
“Please don’t go. I don’t like this feeling. My wolf doesn’t like this feeling. Something is wrong. I can feel it in my stomach. I can feel it in my chest. Just stay here, please. If you walk out that door something bad is going to happen, I can feel it.”
Damon finally sighed, the sound coming from deep in his chest, heavy enough that I felt it in my bones.
His hand stayed on my cheek, warm and steady, his thumb brushing my skin as though he could soothe me into silence even when my entire body was screaming for him to stay.
His eyes held mine the way they always did when he wanted me to listen, dark and certain, as if the whole world would bow before his words if he told it to.
“Kitten,” he said slowly, his voice calm in a way that made my stomach twist because I already knew he was going to leave no matter what I said. “You know who your Alpha is, right? You know no one can hurt me.”
I wanted to shake him. I wanted to scream that my wolf was still pacing inside me, that my heart was beating so hard it hurt, that there was something wrong and he was acting like this was just another normal day when it clearly wasn’t.
“It’s just your pregnancy hormones,” he continued, his voice softening as his eyes warmed in a way that made my throat close up.
“Please don’t cry, okay? I will be back before you even have time to miss me. I just want this to be over so we can leave this place behind for good.
“We will go home, and you will not have to think about any of this again. It will be just us, our lives together, and nothing else getting in the way.”
The way he said it made it sound so simple, like he could just demand the world to behave and it would fall in line because he was Damon, because he was Alpha, because he carried himself like nothing and no one had the power to touch him.
And maybe that was why my chest hurt so much. Because Lwanted to believe him so badly. I wanted to believe that he could go out there, face whatever danger was waiting, and walk back to me like nothing
happened.
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just panicking because she had no idea how to handle the mess of fear and love tangled up inside me.
But my hands still clung to his jacket like I could keep him here if I just held on tightly enough. My thoughts. were spinning out of control, every possible thing that could go wrong screaming through my head all at once, and I hated that he was standing here looking so calm while my entire body felt like it was unraveling.
Damon leaned down, pressed a long kiss to my forehead, and for a moment I actually thought he might
change his mind.
His hand stayed at the back of my neck like he didn’t want to let go either, his breath warm against my hair as he spoke softly, calmly, as though the storm in my chest didn’t even exist.
“I’ll be back soon,” he promised, his voice low and steady, like nothing in the world could make him break that
promise.
And then he was gone.
I stood in the doorway watching him walk away with his guards. My hands were still trembling from clutching his jacket so tightly, and my wolf was still pacing, still growling in the back of my mind, furious that he had
left when every instinct in both of us screamed that something was wrong.
Then heard it. A gunshot. And then everything hit me all at once.
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My wolf snapped to attention inside me so violently I felt my knees go weak. Every hair on my body stood on
end.
My chest clamped down tight like someone had reached inside and grabbed my heart with both fists. It was
him. I knew it was him.
“Damon!” I screamed.