Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 308

~ Lyra~

I didn’t wake up right away. I just… floated.

Like my body wasn’t mine anymore, like maybe 1 had died and nobody told me yet, because why else would everything be this heavy and quiet except for the way my head was screaming? Except for the way my chest hurt like my heart didn’t know whether to beat or just give up completely?

And the first thought..the very first stupid thought, slammed through my head so hard it felt like someone carved it straight into my skull with a knife:

I should have never come for the summer. I should have never left home.

I should have told Tasha no when she begged me, when she said her dad had a pool and a theater room and that it was going to be the best summer ever.

The “best summer ever.” Oh Goddess, what a joke. What a cosmic, cruel joke, because now look at me. Broken. Bleeding. Lying in the dirt like roadkill with my head pounding and my whole life unraveling while I can’t even open my eyes.

I could have stayed home. I could have worked a job, learned how to bake bread, taught myself Spanish on YouTube, or literally anything else besides this, because this? This was turning out to be the worst mistake of my entire existence and maybe my last mistake ever if I didn’t wake up again.

You should have listened to me, my wolf snapped, sharp and angry, cutting through my mess of thoughts like claws on glass.

And yeah, she was here too because of course she was here, because apparently even in my own head I didn’t get peace. She sounded mad. Like furious mad. Like pacing—back—and—forth-with-fangs—out mad.

I told you to keep running, she snarled. I told you, Lyra. But nooo, you wanted to stop, you wanted to cry about Damon bleeding instead of thinking about the fact that we were about to die. Now look at us. Look. At. Us. Flat on our back Bleeding. Unconscious. Fantastic plan. Ten out of ten.

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