Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 311

And oh my God, you don’t understand how insane that was, because one second I was lying here, choking on the wet slap—slap —slap of bodies colliding and her screaming his name like she was being baptized in fire, and the next it just vanished. Like someone ripped the plug out of the universe.

And you’d think silence would be a relief after what I just heard, but no, it was worse, because silence means something is waiting, silence means someone is watching, silence means something is about to crawl out of the dark and eat me alive.

And then I heard it.

A laugh.

Not a normal laugh, oh no, not the kind where someone giggles because they tripped over a chair or because a joke was bad. No, this was a low, stretched—out, cur1ing—at—the—edges laugh that sounded like nails dragging down a coffin. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t warm, it was sick, it was wrong, and the worst part was that it was aimed at me. At me.

“Oh my sweet little kitten.” Do you know how fast my heart almost gave up? Do you know how fast my stomach dropped into my toes? “Oh my tight pussy. How do you feel?”

How do I feel? Really? Do you want me to tell you? Do you want the whole fucking list? Because let me tell you right now, I feel like dying, I feel like choking, I feel like my ribs are breaking again, I feel like my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull because it cannot process this.

How do I feel? I feel like I am losing my mind, like I am in some sick nightmare where my mate is either dead or cheating or possessed or laughing at me from the shadows while a stranger screams his name so loud it is branded into my bones.

And I want to scream back, I want to shout at the ceiling, at the walls, at the reader—yes you, if you are hearing this in my head right now then you better not look away, you better stay with me, because I can’t do this alone—I want to say this is not real, this is not my Damon, this is a trick, this is hell. But my mouth is dry, my throat is raw, and all I can do is shake and listen while that voice wraps around me like chains.

Sweet little kitten. Tight pussy. How do you feel. I’ll tell you how I feel. I feel ruined.

“Shut the fuck up, Darren!” I screamed, my voice breaking out of me so loud I surprised even myself, but I didn’t care because once the words started I could not stop them, they were pouring out of me like fire.

“Shut the fuck up right now! You are fucking sick, do you hear me, sick, twisted, disgusting, you are not normal, you are not even human anymore! You sit in the dark and you laugh like this is funny, like breaking me in half is entertainment, like torturing me is your hobby..what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You are a psychopath, Darren, you are not an Alpha, you are not a man, you are a monster with daddy issues and a brain so broken it should be locked in chains, you need rehab, you need a cage, you need someone to rip that laugh right out of your throat and bury it where no one can ever hear it again!”

I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe, my body refusing to move but my mouth refusing to stop, because the rage was spilling out of me and I wanted him to hear it, I wanted him to choke on it.

“You think you can use Damon’s name, you think you can pretend to be him, you think you can make me believe it’s him inside her, but you’re nothing like him! Nothing! You are filth, Darren, filth, and the whole world will see it when someone finally rips your heart out the way you deserve!”

And then he came out of the dark naked.

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