Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 197

~Lyra~

Camilla’s head snapped up so fast her earrings swung sideways. Her face was blotched with red and black from all the crying. “Your house?” she repeated, and her voice cracked with disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me, Lyra?”

She laughed. It wasn’t real laughter. It was the kind that comes from losing everything in a single sentence and not knowing where to scream first.

“You’re a guest in a house I decorated, in a life I built from the ground up. You’re a stupid girl with a pulse and a heat cycle, and now you think a few orgasms make you the fucking owner of this home?”

Her voice was shaking. Her fingers were curled into her blouse like she was seconds away from lunging at me. But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t move.

“You think this is your house?” she demanded again, louder now. “You think taking a few knots makes you queen of the fucking kingdom?”

“I think taking his last name will,” I said, and I said it slow. So slow her knees almost gave out. “I think carrying his child will. I think being the only woman in this house he touches, kisses, breeds-that makes it mine.”

“You’re not his wife,” she spat.

“No,” I snapped. “I’m something worse. I’m his mate. And that means no matter how loud you cry or how hard you scream, I’ll always belong here more than you.”

Tasha suddenly stepped forward, her face twisted like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to slap me or throw up.

“Are you fucking sick, Lyra?!” she screamed, her voice breaking in the middle like she didn’t even have enough air to handle how furious she was. “I brought you here! I brought you here to spend the summer! To relax! To get away from stress-now you are chasing me out of my house!”

I tilted my head.

And I smiled.

The kind of smile that wasn’t soft or nice or sweet. The kind of smile that hurt to look at.

“You didn’t bring me here,” I said, and I felt the words burn in my throat. “You were just the invitation. The bond brought me here. Fate brought me here. The Moon Goddess brought me to him because I was meant to belong here, not you.”

Tasha’s jaw dropped open.

And still-I didn’t stop.

“I am his,” I said again, louder now, panting, trembling, so fucking wet I could feel it dripping. “I am his Luna. The second I walked into this house, I felt it. The bond. The pull. The hunger. And you know what? I tried to resist it. I tried to be quiet. I tried to behave. But now? I don’t give a fuck who’s hurt anymore.”

Tasha’s eyes were glassy with rage.

Camilla looked like she’d forgotten how to breathe.

“I’m done apologizing for being what I am,” I said. “If you can’t accept that I’m the one he wants now-the one he fucks raw, the one he marks, the one he’ll breed over and over until I can’t walk-then get out. Both of you. Right now. Because this is my house. My life. My bond. My Alpha.”

“You’re not even sorry,” Tasha whispered.

“No,” I said. “I’m proud.”

And Damon-he didn’t look sorry.

Not even a little bit.

“You do not speak to me like that,” he growled, and his voice wasn’t normal anymore. It was layered. Deep. Drenched in dominance and something wild. Something feral. “I have had enough of your mouth. Enough of your spoiled brat temper. Enough of your tantrums and your disrespect and your fucking entitlement.”

Tasha whimpered. Her fingers were trembling where they cupped her cheek.

“I am not just your father,” he said, stepping toward her now like the room belonged to him and the air was bending around his heat.

“I am your Alpha. You seem to forget who the fuck I am when you raise your voice. When you test me. When you speak my name like I owe you something.”

Camilla was still frozen. Her hand covered her mouth like she wanted to scream but didn’t have the strength.

“My human self may still care about you,” Damon continued, and his claws were still out-sharp, dark, glinting in the light.

“My human self may try to protect you, may love you, may remember changing your diapers and walking you to school. But the wolf inside me?” He took another step. His eyes were glowing.

“The wolf does not recognize your face. The wolf sees a threat to his mate. The wolf would rip you apart for what you just said, and it wouldn’t even blink.”