Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 157

~Lyra~

We pulled up in front of the school, but I didn’t move.

The car was still running. My chest was still tight. And even though the sun was up and teenagers were filing through the gates with backpacks and half-finished homework, I was still sitting here, thighs pressed together, mouth sore, and brain foggy from everything he made me feel.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Camilla had said. Not just the insults. Not just the jealousy. But that one line-“I’m human.”

I turned toward him slowly.

“Damon,” I said quietly, the word still sticky on my lips after everything we’d done, “Camilla said she was human. What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer right away. He stared straight ahead, his jaw locked, his hand still on the wheel like he was forcing himself to stay calm. I could see the way his chest moved-slow breaths like he was preparing to rip open a chapter of his past that he probably hadn’t told anyone.

“What does it mean?” I asked again, softer now. “That she’s human?”

He exhaled through his nose, turned his head toward me, and looked at me like the truth had always been heavy but never quite this real.

“It means,” he said slowly, voice like gravel and fire, “that she was never supposed to be mine.’

The words hit me like a slap and a kiss at the same time.

“I waited years for a mate,” he continued, and now his voice was steady. Deep. Raw. Honest. “I waited until I was almost twenty-five. Every Alpha feels it-this pull, this hunger, this ache in your bones that doesn’t make sense until you see her. Smell her. Touch her. And every year that passed without it, I got colder. Meaner. Harder. My father kept saying maybe my mate died young. That sometimes the bond just… doesn’t come.”

I couldn’t breathe. My whole body was on fire just from hearing him talk.

“You don’t understand what it’s like for someone like me,” he said, voice rougher now, almost shaking. “To find a mate after so long. To finally feel that pull… and have it be you. A girl I was supposed to protect. Supposed to ignore. Supposed to hand off to someone younger, safer, dumber.”

He shook his head, eyes now locked on my thighs, his pupils blown wide with need.

“But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t stop smelling your heat. I couldn’t stop hearing you moan in my fucking dreams. You don’t know what you’ve done to me, Lyra. You’ve ruined every ounce of control I’ve ever had.”

My breath hitched.