Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 259

Take me,” I said. “Take me with you. Show me everything.”

He nodded once.

“We leave in an hour,” Damon said, and there was no hesitation in his voice, no doubt, no room for argument.

And honestly, I was still trying to process the fact that the real pack house was in a whole other country while he was already planning how to get us there tonight.

Then his hand came up to my cheek, fingers tracing the side of my face so gently it almost made me cry.

His thumb dragged slowly across my skin, and the way he looked at me, it wasn’t just love. It wasn’t just protection. It was obsession.

“You don’t need to stress yourself to carry much, okay?” he said, and his voice dropped into that deep, soothing, Alpha tone that made my knees want to buckle every single time. “Just bring what’s comfortable. Something warm. Maybe one of my shirts. I’ll get you everything you need when we get there, kitten. Everything.”

And I swear my heart actually squeezed.

I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath until he said those words. Not because I was scared about packing. Not because I cared about clothes or shoes or what I was bringing in my bag.

But because somehow, even in the middle of this chaos, even with his entire life burning behind us, he was thinking about me.

He was still trying to take care of me. Still trying to make sure I didn’t overexert myself, still worried about what I’d wear, what I’d need, what would make me feel safe.

“Damon,” I whispered, because his name was all I could manage.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

“I’ll carry everything if I have to,” he said, and I felt his breath against my skin. “But I don’t want you lifting a single finger unless you have to. You’re carrying my pups. You’re carrying my future. That’s your only job, kitten.”

I nodded because my throat was too tight to answer.

My hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“I’ll bring one of your shirts,” I finally managed to say, voice trembling with everything I didn’t know how to say. “And maybe…maybe the perfume bottle you like.”

His mouth curved just slightly at that, even though his eyes were still heavy with grief. “Bring whatever you want to smell like mine. I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

And that was when I saw her.

It was Tasha.

Her hair was tangled and sticking to her damp face.

Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and there was blood smeared across her temple that trailed down to stain the front of her shirt.

Her hands were shaking so badly that I could see her fingers twitching in the air like they were reaching for something invisible, and her breathing was uneven, almost gasping, as if she had been running for a long time or had been holding in a

scream.

My chest clenched so tightly it hurt, and I stepped forward before I could even think about it. “What the hell happened to you, Tasha?”