Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 280

~Lyra~

“Stop smirking,” I snapped, my whole body trembling as I shoved myself up on the bed, my hands flying everywhere because I could not keep them still.

“There is nothing to smirk about, Damon. Nothing. I asked you questions. Real questions. Questions that mattered. And what did you do? Did you answer me? Did you give me even the smallest piece of honesty? No! You carried me on your damn shoulder like I was some object you could drag around whenever you feel like it.

“And now you think you can stand there smirking at me like you are in control? No. You do not get to do that. Not with me.”

“Do you want to know why I did that, kitten? Why I carried you on my shoulder in front of everyone? Because you talk too much. Too much sometimes. And the truth is, I do not want to get pissed at you.

“Because believe me, you have not seen me pissed ever since you have known me. You think you have seen my temper, you think you have seen me lose control, but you have no idea what I am holding back when it comes to you.”

My chest was rising and falling so fast it hurt, and I shot up from the bed, my hands flying everywhere, my words spilling out so fast I could barely breathe.

“Pissed? Pissed at what, Damon? Tell me! What could you possibly be pissed about? What did I do wrong? Because from where I am standing, I should be the one who is pissed, not you.

“I should be the one tearing this room apart, ripping these sheets, breaking everything in sight, because do you even realize what you just put me through? You kept secrets from me, Damon.

“Secrets about your family, about your brother, about the part of your life I should have known about from the very beginning. So no, Damon, I should be the one to be fucking pissed!”

“I said do not you ever use the f word on me again.”

The way Damon growled it made my heart slam so hard against my ribs I thought it might actually crack.

His voice wasn’t just a voice anymore. It was a command, a threat, a warning, all rolled into one, and it vibrated through the room until my skin prickled with goosebumps.

My wolf whimpered inside me, curling into herself, but I sat there wide-eyed because I could not stop looking at him.

His eyes were glowing, his jaw locked tight, and his chest moved like every breath was him holding himself back from tearing the whole room apart.

And of course, because I am me because I am eighteen and I have a mouth that doesn’t know how to stay shut – I pushed him without even trying.

“Pissed is not me carrying you on my shoulder. Pissed is not me ignoring your tantrum in front of my mother. Pissed is not me locking this door. No, kitten. Pissed is when I stop talking. Pissed is when I stop controlling myself. Pissed is when I stop caring about whether you can handle what I give you.

“And believe me, you have never seen me like that. Not once. Because I have been holding it back, every single time you test me, every single time you scream at me, every single time you defy me.

“I let you rant because you are young, because you are fiery, because you do not understand the weight of what you are saying. But there will come a day when my patience runs out. And on that day, you will pray you never pushed me this far.”

I should have shut up. I should have swallowed my words. I should have nodded and stayed quiet like any sane person would have done. But do you know me? I never shut up. My entire body was trembling, my eyes wet, my throat raw, but my mouth just would not stop moving.

“Do you even hear yourself, Damon? You are threatening me because of the way I talk, because of the words I use, like that’s the biggest issue in the universe”.

I threw my hands up, half sobbing, half ranting, my voice bouncing off the walls. “Do you want to know why I talk too much? Do you really want to know? It’s because you never talk at all! You give me silence when I ask for answers.

“You want me to shut up? Then talk to me and don’t keep silent”