Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 194

“You could’ve had anyone else, Lyra,” she whispered, her voice raw and broken now. “You could’ve waited. You could’ve said no. But you didn’t. You opened your legs and let him ruin you in the same house I grew up in. You let him fuck you while I slept in the next room. While I was busy living my life, you were too busy screaming my dad’s name into the sheets.”

“Fuck I just remembered that blood I saw on his bed!! It was fuvking yours you bitch!!!!”

“My dad took your virginity. Do you know how disgusted I feel saying this”

The silence after that sentence felt like a blade.

And then she twisted it.

“Or do you want me to fuck your dad?” she snapped. “Is that what you want, Lyra? Should I ride your father’s cock until I scream for him the way you scream for mine? Should I let him breed me on your kitchen table so you understand how this feels?”

My eyes filled instantly. My stomach twisted. My mouth hung open, but nothing came out. Because there was nothing to say.

She saw it.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, stepping back like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “You like this. You fucking like this.”

I didn’t deny it.

Because my face was flushed. My eyes were wet. My body was throbbing. Damon’s hand was still on me, sliding lower now, dragging up the hem of my shirt slowly like he couldn’t stop claiming me even as the world collapsed around us.

“You’re sick,” she breathed, and her voice didn’t even have venom anymore. It was hollow. Broken. Dead. “You’re not my friend. You never were. You’re just a cunt who smiled while you stabbed me in the back and let my father fill you.”

And Damon?

He finally spoke.

“She’s mine,” he said, voice low and steady, like it was law. “She’s my Omega. And I will not apologize for claiming what’s mine.”

Tasha stared at him like she didn’t even recognize him anymore. Her eyes flicked to his hand under my shirt. To my flushed face. To the way my thighs pressed together like I was trying to stop the ache.

And then she laughed.

One sharp, bitter, humorless sound that ended with a choked breath.

“I’m done,” I said, my voice shaking from how hard I was holding it in. “I am done playing nice for you to understand. I’ve tiptoed around your feelings. I’ve cried over how much this would hurt you. I’ve bent over backwards trying not to make you feel like the world doesn’t revolve around you for once-but guess what? I’m fucking done.”

Her mouth opened. I didn’t let her speak.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re pissed,” I hissed, taking a step toward her now. “Get this into your thick, dumb-ass skull: I don’t care anymore. Not about Marcus. Not about the fact that you can’t handle the world unless it bows at your feet. Your dad is my mate. He’s mine. And I’m not giving him up.”

Her face twisted.

“Oh, you want to know the worst part?” I said, breath hitching. “Even before summer, I’ve always been drawn to him. Before the Moon confirmed it, before he touched me, before he even looked at me like I was anything but the girl who followed you around like a shadow-I wanted him.

I used to dream about him. I used to wet my sheets at night thinking about his voice, his hands, his mouth. And the second I turned eighteen? The second I shifted and felt that pull? I let him have me. Every inch. Every scream. Every knot. Because I fucking wanted it.”

Her eyes widened in horror as the words left my lips, and for a moment time seemed to freeze.