Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 257

~Lyra~

I have never seen Damon so pissed in my entire life, and I need you to understand that coming from me, that means something. This man gets angry like it’s his favorite hobby. He growls when he’s bored. He glares like a threat.

He snaps his teeth, and he walks into rooms with the energy of a loaded gun. But right now, right in front of me, he looks like something else entirely.

He looks like he could kill the moon goddess and still not be satisfied. He looks like a war that just found a reason to begin. And the worst part is, I have no idea what changed, only that one stupid phone call shattered everything.

I can’t even describe how terrifying it is to see a man like him freeze. It’s not the kind of stillness that means calm. It’s the kind that means blood is coming.

He doesn’t even speak at first. He just listens. And I can tell that whatever he’s hearing is the kind of bad that cracks the bones under your skin. His hand flexes around the phone.

His other hand is still slick with spit and precum from the blowjob I never got to finish, but even that hand starts to tremble.

His jaw ticks once. His nostrils flare. His whole body shifts like something inside him is breaking, and I know, in that horrible, awful way you just know things, that everything is about to go to hell.

“What the fuck do you mean it’s gone?” His voice isn’t loud. It doesn’t have to be. It comes out low and dangerous, like something dead is speaking through him. “No, you don’t get to fucking tell me that. Say it again. Slowly.”

“The pack house?” Damon repeats, his voice sharper now, louder. “Are you telling me the fucking pack house is gone?”

Gone. That’s what he said. The pack house is gone. I don’t even which one cause he has several ones. Was it the one I’ve been too? The one in another country? I don’t know how to process this but I know place was everything to him.

That was his home, his legacy, his power, his people. That was the place where he said I would raise our pups, where I would learn to be Luna, where our lives were supposed to finally stop feeling so cursed. And now he’s looking at the floor like he can see the fire in his mind, like he can already smell the smoke.

“I left it protected,” he growled into the phone, every word laced with fury. “I left men at the perimeter. I had every entrance locked. Don’t you fucking tell me it was a freak accident. This was planned.”

His pacing starts again. The kind of movement that makes you want to curl into yourself because you don’t know what’s coming, only that it’s bad.

He drags his hand through his hair and keeps it there for a second like maybe pulling his scalp will stop the rage from swallowing him alive. But it doesn’t. Nothing will. He’s beyond reason. Beyond control.

“There were pups in that house,” he says, and this time I hear something in his voice that makes my chest twist. “There were elders. Warriors.

“That was my fucking home,” he said, and for the first time since I met Damon Thornvale, the growling, terrifying, impossibly powerful Alpha who made me pregnant before I ever made it to college-I saw something underneath the anger. I saw pain. Real pain.

And it hit me like a slap to the chest because Damon doesn’t show pain. He eats it. He swallows it. He turns it into violence. But now? Now he just stood there with the phone still clutched in his hand, his chest rising and falling, and his jaw clenched like it was the only thing keeping him together.

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