Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 186

“Damon-” she croaked, barely able to get the word out, her nails digging into his wrist, trying to pull him off.

But he didn’t budge.

He was staring at her like she wasn’t even real. Like she was filth beneath his boot. His breathing was ragged. His pupils had expanded so wide that his eyes looked black. Not dark. Not angry. Black.

And then they changed.

Right in front of me.

The gold of his irises bled outward like ink in water, glowing with heat that wasn’t natural. His teeth-his canines- elongated. His voice when he spoke was layered, like something else was speaking through him. Something furious.

“You touched what’s mine,” he growled, every syllable vibrating through the room like a war drum. “You tried to kill my Luna in my own fucking house.”

“I-I wasn’t going to kill her!” Camilla gasped, choking on her own words as she clawed at his wrist. “I just—I just wanted to scare her! I just wanted her to leave!”

“Liar,” he snapped, slamming her into the wall again. Harder. The back of her head hit with a thud, and a painting beside them clattered to the floor. “You put a cloth around her neck. You pulled. You watched her fall. That wasn’t fear. That was murder.”

Her eyes widened in panic. Her legs kicked. She struggled against the wall like a ragdoll in the hands of a god. Her mascara was running in thick, ugly trails. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“I-I loved you!” she choked. “I loved you, Damon! You were mine before she came! You were supposed to be mine!”

His grip tightened.

The veins in his arms were bulging. His claws were slipping out-black, curved, lethal. His shoulders were shifting, bones cracking like something beneath his skin wanted out. His shirt strained at the seams as his muscles flexed under the pressure of transformation.

“You were a contract,” he said, his voice low, guttural, and shaking with restraint. And I broke it the moment I scented her.” “You’re going to kill me,” Camilla whimpered, eyes glassy now, panic bleeding into desperation.

“No,” Damon hissed, his lips curling back to reveal teeth that weren’t entirely human anymore. “I’m going to remind you. Of who the fuck I am.”

She whimpered.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I was still crouched on the floor, one hand on my throat, the other braced against the wall, my eyes locked on the storm of fury that was my mate.

Damon Thornvale. My Alpha. My monster. My mate.

He was transforming. Right in front of her. For me.

His spine cracked once, loud and sharp, the sound slicing through the air like a gunshot.

His shoulders widened, muscle stretching, thickening beneath his shirt as his body began the shift. Not all the way—no, not yet-but enough. Enough to show her what she triggered. Enough to show her what she woke up inside him.

Camilla’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.

His eyes weren’t gold anymore. They weren’t even glowing.

They were black. Bottomless. The kind of black that doesn’t reflect light. The kind that devours it.

He slammed her into the wall again. Her head bounced. A framed photo beside her crashed to the floor and shattered. Her legs dangled, twitching, her heels scraping helplessly against the paint behind her.

“You thought I wouldn’t scent it on her throat?” he growled. “You thought I wouldn’t know?”

“Please,” she choked, her face pale now, her tears soaking his hand, her voice splintering beneath the weight of his fury. “I didn’t know what I was doing, I—I just wanted you to look at me again—”

He let out a low, vicious laugh that didn’t sound human at all.

“I haven’t looked at you since the day I found my mate.”

“Damon,” I croaked from the floor. My voice came out hoarse, cracked, broken. “Please…”