Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 210

He just caught me.

Immediately. Without hesitation. Like his arms had been waiting for this exact breakdown.

He pulled me into his chest so fast and so tight I thought he was going to crush me, and I didn’t care. I buried my face in his shirt, clutched fistfuls of fabric like I needed it to breathe, and let it all out. I cried so hard I couldn’t see straight.

My makeup was absolutely ruined. My body wouldn’t stop shaking. My thighs kept pressing together like they didn’t know if they wanted to close or open. And through it all, he just held me.

He pressed his hand to the back of my head and stroked my hair gently, slowly, tenderly, like I was this precious little thing that might fall apart completely if he didn’t keep touching me.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered against my hair. “I’ve got you, kitten.”

I whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

My knees gave way completely and he just adjusted, wrapping one strong arm under my thighs and lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing.

And even though I was still crying, something about being held like that so easily, so tightly, so completely-made my brain short-circuit in the worst, dirtiest, most confusing way.

And then..

Then he leaned down, his lips brushing the edge of my ear, and said the filthiest, most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard whispered to a crying girl in her Alpha’s arms.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” he murmured, voice low and syrup-thick. “You miss Daddy?”

I swear my whole body tensed at once.

Heat slammed between my thighs like a door being kicked open. My breath hitched. My fingers curled even tighter in his shirt.

I was still crying. Still shaking. Still completely emotionally wrecked. And yet my nipples hardened. My core throbbed. And my Omega hormones lit up like someone flipped the switch back to heat mode.

I couldn’t even answer him.

I just whimpered again, this tiny cracked sound that barely escaped my throat.

He knew.

He fucking knew.

And then he made it worse.

So much worse.

“You miss Daddy’s cock?” he whispered right into my ear, so close I could feel the heat of his breath slide down my neck like a finger.

My stomach dropped. My thighs jerked. I felt myself throb. Like full-on pulse between my legs. My face flushed so hard I felt like it might peel off. And my tears kept coming, but now they were tangled with something hotter.

Like I was his.

And when his thumb brushed a tear from my cheek and he kissed the corner of my mouth, I finally found my voice.

It cracked.

It trembled.

But it came out.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I whispered. “I think I’m pregnant, Damon.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I said quickly, breath shaking. “I’ve never been this late before. Not even close. I thought maybe I was just stressed or maybe it was my diet or something stupid, but I feel I’m pregnant, and my boobs hurt, Damon.

“They hurt. And they look different, and my heat was off, and my scent changed, and I didn’t say anything because I was scared and I didn’t want to sound crazy, and then Tasha started saying shit and I just…”

His whole body froze.

And I stopped breathing.