Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 193

~Lyra~

“You’re lying,” Tasha said, and her voice didn’t even sound like hers anymore. It cracked halfway through the sentence like it couldn’t hold itself up, and her eyes-fuck, her eyes-were red and glassy and wide and locked onto me like I was the fire that just burned her entire life down. “You’re fucking lying.”

And I just stood there.

Drenched. Flushed. Trembling. Wearing nothing but a ruined expression and Damon’s scent all over me like a fucking second skin.

His hand was still on me, glued to my waist like a brand, like he was holding me together and also warning the world not to touch.

And I couldn’t say anything. Not because I didn’t want to. Not because I didn’t have words. But because I had too many. They were all trying to come out at once. All choking me.

“Say something!” she screamed, and I flinched a little not that I was scared. This wasn’t the Tasha who did my eyeliner or shared her charger This was a girl who’d just realized her entire world was fake.

Her dad wasn’t the man she thought. And I wasn’t the friend she believed I was. I was the girl who moaned behind her bedroom wall while her father made me scream into his chest. I was the girl who opened her thighs when the house went dark. Well she gotta live with it now.

“Is it true?” she asked, voice lower now but so much sharper, like it could slice me into ribbons if I said the wrong thing. “Did you fuck him?”

I blinked.

And Damon-because of fucking course he would-tightened his grip on my waist and said it first.

“She’s mine,” he said, calm as sin, voice low and brutal and final. “She’s not just someone I fucked. She’s my mate.”

Tasha froze.

I saw it. The way her chest locked up. The way her jaw twitched. The way her lip curled like she was trying to hold in a scream and a sob at the same time. Her hands were shaking, her eyes were wild, and then she turned on me again.

“You didn’t tell me,” she said. “You didn’t say anything. You just-what-fucked my dad behind my back like it was normal?” My throat felt like it was on fire.

“I didn’t mean to-Let me explain everything”

“Didn’t mean to?!” she snapped. “Oh my God, Lyra, what does that even fucking mean?! Did you just trip and land on his cock?!”

I gasped, my whole body flushing, not because she was wrong but because fuck, the way she said it made it worse. I had landed on his cock. Over and over and over again. I had begged for it. Screamed for it. Begged him to knot me like I was nothing but his little Omega plaything. And now she was looking at me like I was dirt.

“You know what? I don’t give a fuck if he’s your mate,” she shouted, her voice climbing so high it made my head spin.

“I don’t care if the fucking Moon Goddess herself came down and tattooed his name on your pussy. I don’t care how sacred, how spiritual, how magical your bond is supposed to be. Because guess what, Lyra? If I walked in here right now and said my mate was a six-year-old boy, what the fuck would you say to that?”

She paused, panting, shaking, hands curled into fists like she was holding herself back from throwing them at me.

“That’s exactly how this sounds,” she hissed. “You’re eighteen. He’s my dad. Do you hear yourself? Do you know how sick this sounds? You’re letting him fuck you raw and knot you and talk about breeding you like a fucking bitch in heat and you think it’s okay because the Moon said so?”

I couldn’t breathe. My cheeks were wet with tears. My chest was tight. And still-my panties were soaked. My nipples were hard. My cunt was pulsing like I’d just been touched again, and Damon hadn’t even moved. He was standing right behind me, hand still warm on my waist, holding me there like a trophy.

“I get it,” Tasha said, and suddenly her voice dropped into something softer, something heartbreakingly bitter. “I get that the mate bond is powerful. I get that it’s supposed to be sacred. Fine. Great. Beautiful. But I don’t give a fuck. Not when it’s him. Not when it’s my fucking dad.”

I wanted to say something. Anything. But I couldn’t find the words.

And she wasn’t done.