Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 253

~Damon~

I didn’t want her going to school anymore. It wasn’t up for debate. It wasn’t negotiable. It wasn’t something I would even entertain as a possibility, no matter how many times she cried or screamed or pouted in my face.

The decision was made the second I knew she was pregnant with my pups, and no tantrum..no matter how dramatic or wet or emotionally manipulative was going to change that.

But the pregnancy wasn’t the only reason.

My daughter goes to that school.

And not just any daughter.

Tasha.

The most unhinged, manipulative, emotionally violent girl I have ever known who is worse than her fucking dead mother. She is not innocent. She is not sweet. She is not some confused little girl mourning her broken family. She is calculated, vindictive, smart enough to see everything, and cruel enough to act on it.

And when she finds out Lyra is pregnant, it won’t be jealousy. It won’t be drama. It will be war.

And she would never-never-tolerate Lyra walking into school, visibly pregnant, dripping in my scent, marked in every way that matters, glowing and leaking and adored.

That would trigger something dark in her. And I don’t care if people think I’m being paranoid or overprotective. I know my daughter. I know what she’s capable of. And I will not give her the opportunity to so much as look at Lyra the wrong way.

I will not risk it.

I don’t want anything stressing my kitten. Not hormones. Not judgmental stares. Not a fucking hallway full of teenagers gossiping behind their screens.

Not the teachers asking if she needs time off. Not girls in school whispering about how fast she’s gaining weight or asking who the father is. And especially not Tasha.

So no, she’s not going back.

She will be homeschooled.

Safe. Comfortable. Protected.

And I already have plans in motion..real plans. I’m not just talking. I’m preparing the next step. We’re leaving this place. Leaving this house. I

have another property overseas, far from the pack, far from my Alpha duties, far from the world that keeps demanding pieces of me. A quiet place. Private. Secure. A sanctuary where she can carry my pups without fear or noise or interruption.

If I have to step back from my role as Alpha, so be it. If I have to cancel meetings, walk out on business, dismantle deals..fine. I’ll burn the empire down if it means I can watch her belly grow and rub her swollen feet and carry her from room to room when she’s too tired to walk.

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