Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 140

Who Are You?

~Lyra

So…. how do I even begin to explain what just happened? I mean, technically, I could give you the clean, polite version, “we spent the rest of the flight enjoying each other’s company” but that would make me a llar, and lying to you feels pointless when my hair still smells like Damon’s cologne and my legs are still doing that awkward post–s*x wobble every time I move.

Let’s just say there was a moment, okay, several moments, where I was ninety percent sure we were going to get kicked off the plane midair.

You ever try to be quiet when someone is literally ruining you in a leather seat designed for business meetings? Yeah, exactly. Not possible. I think I bit my own hand so hard at one point just to keep from screaming that I left teeth marks, and he just laughed against my skin like the smug Alpha he is.

Also, I may have accidentally hit the little flight attendant call button with my foot in the middle of… well, you

know.

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And Damon – oh my God – Damon didn’t even flinch. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Don’t stop,” like we were in some kind of filthy action movie and a bomb would go off if I let go of him.

Thankfully, no one came in, because if they had, they would’ve had front–row seats to something that would’ve gotten me banned from air travel forever.

By the time we landed, my hair was a mess, my shirt was on backwards, don’t ask how, I genuinely do not

know and Damon had that look like he was ready to carry me off the plane like some victorious wolf king who had just claimed his prize. Which, to be fair, he kind of had.

Now here we are, driving toward the pack house, and my brain is doing this weird thing where it’s trying to

process everything.

The s*x, the fact that Tasha is somewhere behind us in another car, the reality that I’m about to live in the middle of an actual wolf pack as the Luna, and the tiny detail that I’m pregnant with the Alpha’s babies.

No pressure, right?

All I need to do is calm down. You know, don’t overthink. Keep breathing. Pretend I’m just… moving into a nice big house in the countryside with my ridiculously hot Alpha mate s***h baby daddy and not the literal

headquarters of an entire pack who probably already knows way too much about me.

But I couldn’t help but wonder. Will I see his mum? Does he have a mum? Oh my God, what if I see his mum. What if she hates me on sight because I’m young and pregnant and already look like I’ve been through a

hurricane?

And his sisters! Brothers! Do they exist? Are there cousins? Is there a terrifying grandma who sits in a rocking chair and judges me with her eyes? Well… technically, Damon hasn’t said anything concerning them.

Which could either mean they’re all dead, they’re all in hiding, or he’s deliberately keeping me from knowing about them because he thinks I’ll embarrass him.

Okay. Calm down, Lyra. You’re fine- nope, nope, calm down, calm down. Do not freak out before you even see the front gates. Breathe.

Smile. Pretend you belong here, even if deep down you feel like you’re about to walk into the season finale of

some wolf version of a family soap opera.

In no time we got to the gate, and honestly, what we saw was horrifying. The compound was big → I mean extremely big, the kind of big that made me feel like my entire hometown could fit inside and still have room left over for a football field, a swimming pool, and maybe a mall. I am not even kidding.

Okay, maybe I am exaggerating just a little, but not really, because this place was massive. The road

stretched so far inside that I could barely see the end of it.

There were houses everywhere, like somebody had been playing The Sims on god mode and decided to build

a bunch of luxury homes just because they could.

I kept trying to take it all in, craning my neck left and right like a tourist on her first trip to Disneyland, except this wasn’t Disneyland.

This was Damon–land. And unlike Disneyland, there were actual wolves – real, living, breathing wolves – prowling the edges of the grounds with that sharp, hungry look that made me wonder if they’d been trained

to attack on command.

Which, knowing Damon, they probably had. And honestly, I could already feel their eyes on me through the tinted glass, and my brain started doing that thing where it overthinks everything.

Were they sniffing me out? Could they smell that I was new? Could they smell that I was pregnant? Oh my God, could they smell what we did on the plane?

But then I saw it. The burnt house.

And my brain instantly started spiraling again. Who the hell would burn down something like this? This wasn’t just property damage – this was personal. Did someone break in?

Was it an enemy pack? Was it rogues? Was it some psycho with a grudge against Damon? Or worse… was it

someone inside the pack?

“f**k,” I blurted, and my hand instantly flew to my mouth like maybe I could stuff the word back in if I moved fast enough.

But it was too late, my brain–to–mouth filter had completely shut down. My chest tightened, and I turned to him with my heart hammering.

“Oh my gosh, Damon… I am so sorry. It looks horrible. I mean, it doesn’t just look like a house that caught fire. It looks like someone took every good memory you ever had in there and decided to burn it just to hurt you. And I don’t even know what to say because this is–this is awful.”

I reached out and touched his arm before I even realized I was moving. “Please tell me you’re okay. Or, well, I know you’re not okay, but tell me you’re not about to break the steering wheel in half or shift right here in the driver’s seat because I’m not ready to explain to anyone why their Alpha is naked behind the wheel before we

even make it to the front door.”

“I am fine, kitten. That is why we are here, right? To find out who did it. And when I do, it will not be funny. It will not be quick. It will not be something they can walk away from and tell stories about. It will be the last thing they ever remember.”

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“I do not care if it was one person or an entire pack. I will make them all pay. Every single one of them. I will burn down everything they have ever loved, just like they tried to do to me. I will make sure their last breath tastes like ash, and they will know it was me who gave it to them.”

We finally pulled up to the front of what I assumed was the main entrance of the compound, and Damon slid the car smoothly into park..

I was still holding on to my seatbelt like it was some kind of emotional support device, trying to convince myself to breathe normally and act like I belonged here and then a woman came striding out toward the car with the kind of presence that made it impossible to look anywhere else.

She reached Damon and gave him a bright smile that looked warm enough to melt ice, and then she said, ” Hey, little brother. Good to have you here.”

Little brother? Like My Alpha? Little brother? That sounded so freaking weird.

My thoughts instantly started tripping over themselves because what did she just call him? Since when did Damon have a sister? Why had this never come up before?

We have talked about so many things and not once did he think to mention that somewhere in this giant, secretive wolf family of his, there was a sister who clearly knew him well enough to greet him like this was

routine.

And if he had a sister, did that mean there were more siblings? Brothers? Cousins? A whole family tree full of

intimidatingly good–looking relatives who were just waiting to meet me and judge me? Was this something he had deliberately kept from me so I would not overthink it? Because spoiler alert: I am overthinking it now.

She finally turned her attention toward me, and the smile shifted into something more curious. It was not unfriendly, but it also was not the instant warmth she had shown Damon.

It was the kind of look people give when they are trying to decide exactly how much of a threat you are.

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