Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 208

There was silence.

And then, finally, one of her friends spoke up in the quietest voice I had ever heard come out of a girl with glitter eyeliner. “Let’s go, Tasha,” she said quickly, stepping in and pulling at her arm. “You know how your dad is…”

Tasha didn’t move at first. She looked shaken. Her face was still burning red from the slap, her expression cracked with a mixture of rage and disbelief. Her lips parted like she wanted to scream, but nothing came out.

So she just glared at me.

Hard.

“This isn’t over,” she hissed.

I rolled my eyes, slowly, dramatically, like I was auditioning for the lead role in a teen villain soap opera.

“Yeah,” I muttered with a bored sigh. “Typical line of every movie villain right before they fall into a pit of their own stupidity.”

And with that?

I walked past her.

I didn’t even pause when I walked out of that bathroom. I didn’t look back. I didn’t check if Tasha was still glaring or if her girls were whispering behind her. I didn’t care. My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding. My chest was tight. And all I knew was that I needed to see him.

Damon.

I needed to see his face. Hear his voice. Feel his arms around me and bury myself in that scent that always made the whole world fade. I needed to tell him. About the test I hadn’t taken yet. About the late period. About everything. I didn’t want to say it over the phone. I didn’t want to explain it in fragments. I needed to be near him.

Would the school let me leave without closing?

Hell yeah, they did.

No one stopped me. No one asked where I was going. No one even looked me in the eye. Because they knew. They could feel it. Damon wasn’t just my protector. He was fear. He was dominance. He was power. And anyone with a working brain cell knew not to cross his line-not even the front gate guards. I walked straight out without even blinking.

I was outside, standing on the sidewalk, trying to flag down a cab when I grabbed my phone and called him. My fingers were trembling. My throat felt tight. I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. And the moment the line connected, I heard his voice.

He picked up on the first ring.

“Hey, kitten,” he said, and his voice was so warm and deep and full of concern that I nearly burst into tears right then. “Talk to me. Are you okay? The school hasn’t closed yet, has it? It’s not time. Talk to me. Did Tasha touch you? Did any guy look at you? I swear to the Moon Goddess, if anyone laid a finger-“

He was about to finish that sentence-voice rising, protective, furious-but I cut in before he could spiral.

“It’s okay, Damon,” I said softly, blinking back the tears I hadn’t even realized were forming. “I’m fine, okay? I just… I really need to talk to you about something.”

My voice cracked.

And then, just like that, it happened.

I burst into tears.

“You’re such an asshole,” I whispered, my voice wet and shaking but laughing, because only Damon would say something like that while I was literally crying in the street. “I’m serious, Damon.”

“And I’m also serious, baby,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “But I made you laugh.”

I sniffled.

Then laughed again.

Then wiped my cheek with the back of my sleeve as my voice broke all over again.

“You’re the worst,” I said, giggling and crying all at once.

“No, baby,” he murmured with a husky voice that made my thighs twitch. “I’m yours. And I’m waiting.”

And just like that, I wasn’t just scared anymore.

I was running to him. Let’s see what he has to say.