Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 272

~Lyra~

Well, folks, you are not going to believe this, but apparently my life has officially turned into a messed-up daytime drama, and guess what? I’m the main character who did not get the script.

One second Damon is shutting Tasha down like he’s some terrifying but ridiculously hot courtroom judge handing out a life sentence, and the next second the front door swings open and-oh my God, you are not even ready for this-out comes Damon’s twin brother.

Yes. Twin. Brother.

Let me just pause here because I need you to feel what I felt. Imagine standing next to the man who has ruined your body on a private jet seat and made you forget your own name about three times in one flight, and suddenly, out of nowhere, another man walks out of the house looking exactly like him.

Same height. Same jawline. Same stupidly perfect hair. Same everything. It was like a copy-paste situation gone wrong because this guy looked like Damon, but not really. Like someone took Damon, dipped him in trouble, and told him to smile like the devil.

I swear my brain short-circuited. For one horrifying, confusing second, I thought Damon had cloned himself. Like, was this some kind of werewolf Alpha science experiment? Was I about to be in a love triangle with two of the same man? Because if so, I am not mentally prepared for that.

“Oh fuck,” Damon muttered under his breath, and that’s when I realized this was not just some random cousin with good genes. Nope. This was serious.

“Damon,” the twin drawled, his voice smooth like honey but sticky in a way that made me want to back up. “Looking good, brother.”

Brother. He said brother. Which means this is real. Which means Damon has been keeping the fact that he has a literal identical twin a secret from me this entire time.

And I know what you’re probably thinking: Lyra, calm down, maybe it just never came up. No. No, no, no. There is no universe where you “forget” to tell your pregnant eighteen-year-old mate that you have a twin brother lurking in the family house. That is not small talk you skip over breakfast. That is life-changing information, okay?

And the worst part? The way he looked at me. Because the second his eyes landed on me, that smirk stretched just a little wider, like he could already smell every secret Damon and I had shared, like he knew every filthy detail of the plane ride, like he could see straight through my shirt and into every shameful thought in my head.

I froze. My heart was pounding so loud I thought everyone could hear it. My legs, already shaky from the flight, turned into actual jelly.

My brain kept screaming don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare, but of course I stared. How could I not? He was Damon, but not Damon. He was familiar and dangerous all at once.

And all I could think was: great, Lyra, just great. You already barely survived meeting the sister, almost passed out when Lilian almost teared Tasha up, and now here comes twin brother number two walking straight out of my nightmares. Or, depending on how you looked at it, my dirtiest fantasies.

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