Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 136

Who Did It!?”

~Lyra~

“Tasha, tell me what happened,” I said, and my voice was already shaking even though I was trying so hard to sound steady.

I could feel my own pulse in my throat, loud and choking, because she just stood there, swaying slightly, like she wasn’t sure if her legs were going to keep holding her up.

Her eyes kept darting past me, like maybe she thought someone had followed her here, like maybe whoever hurt her was about to come up the stairs any second.

Her lips parted, but no words came out, and I could see her chest rising and falling so fast that I honestly thought she might pass out right there on the doorstep.

“Tasha, please,” I said again, louder this time, because my brain was starting to race in a hundred directions at once. Was she hurt worse than I could see? Was she bleeding somewhere else? Was someone chasing her? Was this about the fire? Was she even supposed to be here?

“I’m begging you, just tell me what happened so I can understand, so we can help you, so I’m not standing here feeling like my entire stomach is going to turn inside out because I don’t know what’s going on.”

“You’re scaring me right now and I don’t even know if I should be scared or if I’m overreacting or if this is just me being dramatic, but you’re standing here looking like you’ve been through hell and you’re not saying a word, and it’s making me feel like my skin is too tight.

“Please just talk to me. I don’t care if it’s one sentence or ten or if it comes out in some kind of broken mess! have to piece together. Just give me something. Give me anything.”

Her lips trembled, and I could see the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed, but still nothing came out.

My heartbeat was so loud in my ears that I felt like I could barely hear my own voice, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from filling the silence because if I didn’t, it felt like the weight of whatever she wasn’t saying was going to crush me.

“I mean, look at you, Tasha,” I kept going, my hands fluttering helplessly in the air because I didn’t know if I should reach for her or if she’d pull away.

“Your hair’s a mess, your face is wet, and there’s blood–actual blood–on your head and your shirt, and your hands are shaking like you’ve been out in a blizzard for hours.

“Were you in an accident? Did someone hit you? Did someone follow you here? Because if they did, I swear I will scream this house down until Damon makes them regret even breathing in your direction.

“Did you run here? Did you even stop to breathe before knocking on the door? You’re pale, you look like you could collapse, and I can’t tell if you’re hurt badly or if you’re just… I don’t even know, Tasha. I don’t know, and it’s making me crazy.”

Still nothing. She just stared at me, her eyes glassy and wide, and that silence felt so heavy I wanted to shake her until the words fell out.

My chest was so tight it felt like I was breathing through a straw, and I hated it, hated not knowing, hated that she wouldn’t just tell me what happened so I could at least start figuring out what to do next.

1/4

Who Did Tur

“Damon!” I finally shouted, snapping my head toward him because I couldn’t keep it in anymore. My voice came out sharper than I intended, fueled by panic that I didn’t know how to hold back.

“Damon! It’s tasha!! She is bleeding to death here!She’s not answering me, she’s just standing here, and

don’t know what’s wrong, and I don’t know what to do..”

He was already moving before I even finished.

Damon moved so fast it actually startled me. One second he was behind me, and the next he was right there

at the doorway, towering over both of us, his eyes going wide in a way I didn’t see often.

“Jesus Christ!” he barked, his voice sharp and furious, and the sheer volume of it made my heart slam

against my ribs.

“What the hell happened to you?” His gaze raked over Tasha from head to toe like he was memorizing every single injury, every smudge of dirt, every tremor in her body. He looked like a man who had just been told the enemy had breached his walls, and in a way, maybe that was exactly what this was.

Before I could even process it, his hand was on Tasha’s shoulder, guiding..no, pulling..her into the house with an urgency that made my pulse skip. He kicked the door shut with the back of his boot so hard it echoed

through the hallway.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded. “Speak! Speak up now!” He was so close to her that I could feel the tension radiating off him like heat. “I swear to God, I will kill someone!”

“Tell me who touched you, who laid a single hand on you, and I will rip their throat out with my teeth. I will burn their house to the ground while they are still inside it.

“I will make them beg for mercy they will never get. I don’t care if it takes me a day or a year, I will find them, and when I do, there will be nothing left for anyone to bury.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides like the words weren’t enough, like he needed something to break, to

crush, to destroy right now.

“Damon, calm down!” I burst out, grabbing his arm before he could take another step toward her. I could feel the muscle in his forearm flex like a coiled spring under my palm.

“You’re scaring her!” My voice was higher than usual because I was trying to compete with the sheer force of

his tone.

“You’re talking about burning houses and ripping throats, and she looks like she’s about to collapse: I get it, I do, I’m just as freaked out as you are, but this isn’t helping!”

“She’s bleeding, Lyra!” he shot back, his voice still sharp but slightly less explosive. “She’s is here with blood on her face and fear in her eyes, and you want me to pretend like this is not urgent? No. Someone put their hands on her. Someone hurt her. And whoever they are, they just signed their death warrant.”

I shook my head quickly, my grip still tight on his arm. “I’m not saying it’s not urgent. I’m saying screaming at her like she’s the suspect isn’t going to make her suddenly feel safe enough to tell us everything.

“Look at her..her hands are shaking so hard she can’t even keep them at her sides, her chest is heaving like she just ran a marathon, and she’s not even looking at us right now.”

“She’s somewhere else in her head. She probably still feels like she’s in danger. You coming at her like a one–man firing squad is just going to make her shut down more.”

2/4

Who Did 1027

Damon’s eyes stayed on Tasha, still burning, but he exhaled once..short, sharp, like it took effort to pull bed even slightly.

“Fine,” he said, his voice low but still carrying that lethal edge. “But she is going to tell me what happened And when she does, I will make sure they never touch anyone again.”

“Good,” I said quickly, even though my heart was still hammering. “Just… let’s get her inside first before you start making detailed murder plans in the middle of the hallway.”

Her lips trembled so badly it was like even her mouth wanted to run away from whatever she was about to say, and her fingers kept knotting themselves together in her lap like she was trying to braid her own skin. “… I can’t… oh my God, I can’t even say it, Lyra,” she stammered, her voice shaking so much it made my stomach twist because I already knew whatever was coming was going to be bad.

“Just spit it out already before I lose my mind,” I snapped, and she flinched. Her throat bobbed, her breathing got all uneven, and then she blurted it out in one breath, “It was Marcus,”

I froze. Damon froze. We both turned to her like synchronized robots, and I swear the air in the room shifted. “What?!” we said at the same time, mine coming out as a high–pitched screech, his deep and sharp enough to cut glass. My brain just stopped working for a full two seconds. No way. There was no way I had heard her

correctly.

Damon’s face hardened instantly, like the name alone was a trigger that ripped him out of the present and shoved him straight into kill mode.

“Hold up,” he said slowly, with each word dripping in disbelief and fury. “Marcus. As in Marcus, the pathetic waste of oxygen you used to date? Lyra’s ex–boyfriend Marcus?” His eyes cut to me, sharp and searching, like he was confirming that this wasn’t some sick joke.

back?”

I threw my hands up so fast my shoulders twinged. “Wait..what?! You’re telling me Marcus, as in my ex–boyfriend, is the reason you’re standing here bleeding? Marcus, the guy who cheated on me, lied to my face, tried to spread rumors about me after I dumped him, and owes me two hoodies he never gave

“Marcus is the one who did this to you? What the hell were you even doing anywhere near him?

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify