Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 204

I started pacing in the stall, which was extremely difficult because it was tiny and my pants were still halfway down and my thighs were trembling and the floor felt like it was tilting, but I couldn’t stop. My mind was running full-speed, every filthy memory I’d buried in my clit shooting straight to the front of my brain like it had something to say now that I was having a full-body meltdown.

“Okay. Okay. Calm down. Think, Lyra. Let’s think. You got here late May, right? First heat hit maybe three days in? You wore that tiny little towel. He saw you. He growled. He pinned you to the kitchen counter. You came. He made you beg. And then he -oh my God, he knotted you. Right there. On the fucking floor.”

I slapped my hand to my mouth like that would help stop the memories but it didn’t. All it did was make my pussy clench again because my body was still so stupidly in love with what he did to me.

And now it might have consequences.

“Okay but I was fine after that,” I said, still whispering, still pacing. “I didn’t get pregnant from one knot, right? That’s not how it works. I mean, that’s what they said in health class. The chances are low unless it’s timed. Unless you’re ovulating. And I don’t even know when I ovulate. I don’t even track ovulation because I never had to before because I was a goddamn virgin.”

I paused.

I blinked.

My heart skipped.

And then I gasped.

“Oh my God.”

My throat is dry. My heart is thumping so hard in my ears it sounds like a war drum. I keep telling myself to breathe, but my chest is locked. My knees are bouncing. My mind is screaming.

And then-because of course I talk to myself when I’m panicking-I say it.

“He’s your mate, Lyra.”

I whisper it like it’s supposed to calm me down. Like just reminding myself that Damon is mine is going to somehow erase the fact that my period is a month and a half late and my panties are dry and there’s not even a hint of blood anywhere.

“Calm down,” I mumble to myself, dragging my hands over my face. “You don’t have to panic. It’s fine. He’s your mate. You’re bonded. This isn’t the end of the world. People get pregnant every day. This is… this is natural. This is biology. This is what happens when a knot goes in and doesn’t pull out.”

I choke out a nervous laugh.

And then immediately want to cry.

Because this isn’t funny.

“Okay, but wait. This is teen pregnancy, right? This is literally the definition of teen pregnancy. I’m eighteen! Well I’ll be nineteen soon.

I throw my head back and groan so loud I’m shocked no one knocks on the stall door to ask if I’m okay.

“I am so not okay.”

My voice is shaking now. My hands are damp. I’m trying to keep it together but my chest is doing this weird rising-and- falling thing like I’m gearing up for a full-blown anxiety attack, and the worst part? My pussy is still sore. Still warm. Still tingling from remembering what he did to me, which makes it so much harder to focus.

“Oh my God, my mom doesn’t even know about any of this.”

I freeze.

Let that thought sit.

Because out of all the spirals in my brain, that one hits the hardest.

“Benefit of the doubt,” I whisper, blinking rapidly. “Let’s just give this situation the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it’s not what I think. Maybe I just need to breathe. I can take a test later.

“Or tomorrow. Or-oh my God, what if I’m already showing? What if my stomach is going to grow and I get stretch marks and my boobs get huge and Damon likes it and knots me again while I’m carrying and-“

I cut myself off with a groan and grab my face with both hands again.

“I need to get out of here.”

need to tell him.

I need to tell Damon.

Fast.

I can’t keep this to myself. Not for another day. Not even for another hour. I don’t care if he’s in a meeting or halfway across U

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the city or brooding in his office with blood on his hands and a cigar between his lips. I don’t care if he’s with the pack, or if Tasha’s in the next room, or if it’s the worst possible timing in the universe.

He needs to know.