Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 305

(Oh, I feel it. I feel every inch of it, Damon. Every flame, every cut, every drop of blood leaving us. I feel the weight of this body the same way you do. But you want to know the difference between you and me? You are ready to die with it. I am not.)

I closed my eyes because the trees above me were spinning, and every time I tried to lift my head the whole world tilted sideways.

“She is out there,” I said, my chest tightening until it hurt worse than the wound itself. “Lyra. She is running through the woods carrying our children, and I told her to run because I knew I would not be getting up again.”

(And you think she will forgive you for that?) he snapped so fast it cut right through me. (You think she will forgive you for leaving her in a world this cruel? For leaving your pups before they even open their eyes? For handing your crown to the same traitor who put you in the ground? Is that what you think?)

My throat felt tight, my jaw clenched until it ached, because no, she would not forgive me for that. Not in this lifetime or the next.

“You think I want this?” My voice shook so hard it did not even sound like mine. “You think I want to be lying here while she is out there with nothing but fear in her hands? I want to stand. I want to fight. I want to tear Darren apart until there is nothing left of him but the stain he leaves behind. But I cannot even feel my own damn legs right now.”

(Then borrow mine,) my wolf snarled. (Borrow my strength. Borrow my rage. Borrow every dark and furious thing in me that has been waiting years for a night like this. Because I promise you, Damon, if you let me up, if you stop whining like some broken man in the dirt and let me stand, we will show them what it means to provoke the Alpha of this pack)

“If I let you take control,” I told him, breathing hard now even inside my own head, “you will slaughter them all. Every last one. You will not stop at Darren.”

(Good.) “You will make me no better than him.”

He laughed. (Darren brought poison into our blood. Darren burned our pack house. Darren gathered rogues from every corner of the earth to hunt our mate and kill our unborn children.

(And you care about being better than him? I do not want better. I want justice. I want fear carved into the hearts of every man who hears your name for the next hundred years. Let me up, Damon. Let me show them what happens when they touch what is ours.)

I was silent for a long moment, my vision stayed black I felt his anger and pain.

“You want his head?” I asked slowly. “You want every one of those rogues scattered across the trees ripped apart until the dirt drinks their blood?”

His growled as he spoke (I want their screams to crawl through these woods for days. I want Darren’s last breath rattling in his throat while he watches every man he brought with him die before him. I want Lyra to see what happens to anyone who even thinks of touching her. That is what I want.)

I let out a long, shaking breath. My fingers curled into the dirt. My chest rose and fell harder.

“Then help me,” I said finally, like the decision had already been made. “Help me stand and I swear to you, none of them leave these woods alive.”

(Now,) he said, his voice dark with satisfaction,(now you sound like my Alpha.)

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