Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 268

~Lyra~

So… how do I even begin to explain what just happened? I mean, technically, I could give you the clean, polite version, “we spent the rest of the flight enjoying each other’s company” but that would make me a liar, and lying to you feels pointless when my hair still smells like Damon’s cologne and my legs are still doing that awkward post-sex wobble every time I move.

Let’s just say there was a moment, okay, several moments, where I was ninety percent sure we were going to get kicked off the plane midair.

You ever try to be quiet when someone is literally ruining you in a leather seat designed for business meetings? Yeah, exactly. Not possible. I think I bit my own hand so hard at one point just to keep from screaming that I left teeth marks, and he just laughed against my skin like the smug Alpha he is.

Also, I may have accidentally hit the little flight attendant call button with my foot in the middle of… well, you know.

And Damon – oh my God – Damon didn’t even flinch. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Don’t stop,” like we were in some kind of filthy action movie and a bomb would go off if I let go of him.

Thankfully, no one came in, because if they had, they would’ve had front-row seats to something that would’ve gotten me banned from air travel forever.

By the time we landed, my hair was a mess, my shirt was on backwards, don’t ask how, I genuinely do not know and Damon had that look like he was ready to carry me off the plane like some victorious wolf king who had just claimed his prize. Which, to be fair, he kind of had.

Now here we are, driving toward the pack house, and my brain is doing this weird thing where it’s trying to process everything.

The sex, the fact that Tasha is somewhere behind us in another car, the reality that I’m about to live in the middle of an actual wolf pack as the Luna, and the tiny detail that I’m pregnant with the Alpha’s babies.

No pressure, right?

All I need to do is calm down. You know, don’t overthink. Keep breathing. Pretend I’m just… moving into a nice big house in the countryside with my ridiculously hot Alpha mate slash baby daddy and not the literal headquarters of an entire pack who probably already knows way too much about me.

But I couldn’t help but wonder. Will I see his mum? Does he have a mum? Oh my God, what if I see his mum. What if she hates me on sight because I’m young and pregnant and already look like I’ve been through a hurricane?

And his sisters! Brothers! Do they exist? Are there cousins? Is there a terrifying grandma who sits in a rocking chair and judges me with her eyes? Well… technically, Damon hasn’t said anything concerning them.

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