Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 316

~ Lyra~

“You know what?” I screamed, my throat raw, my chest heaving like my ribs were breaking apart. ‘‘I ’d rather y’all just kill me right here, right now, than make me sit through this fucking abomination!”

And I wasn’t even saying it for drama. No. I meant it. I swear on my own blood, I meant it, because this—this wasn’t just painful, this wasn’t just betrayal, this wasn’t just heartbreak

And then—oh my Goddess—I thought I’d seen it all, thought maybe the universe was done spitting in my face, but no. No, it wasn’t. Because right there, right in front of me she came. And at the same exact time, she squirted. I’m not joking. She squirted. Right there. On the floor. Right in front of me.

And I know I talk too much, but I can’t shut up because what the fuck did I just watch?! What do I even do with that?! I almost puked all over myself. Disgusting. Absolutely fucking disgusting.

And my brain wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t let me breathe, wouldn’t give me even one second of silence. Like seriously, Lyra, is this your life now?

Sitting on the floor while your best friend cums all over the ground like she’s watering plants? Is this hell? Are you in hell? Because it feels like hell. No, it feels worse than hell.

Hell at least has fire. This has Tasha naked, cumming on Darren’s dick, calling him daddy while moaning Damon’s name and squirting on the floor like I’m supposed to clap for her performance.

And I know I sound crazy, I know I sound hysterical, but that’s because 1 am. Because 1 can’t survive this, I can’t live another second watching this mess unfold.

And I’m telling you..yes, you, the one in my head listening to me..I would rather die, I would rather take a knife to the chest, I would rather let the wolves rip me apart than ever sit through one more second of this filth.

Kill me. End me. Drag me out of this nightmare. Anything but this.

“You’re a naughty killer, Damon, right?” I screamed, my voice breaking as I laughed and sobbed at the same time, because what else could I even do anymore? “Why don’t you fucking kill me too! Go ahead, slit my throat, stab me, tear me apart, because anything—literally anything—would be better than sitting here and watching this! Y’all are so disgusting I can feel my skin peeling just from looking at you!”

And my mouth wouldn’t stop, my brain wouldn’t stop, the words just poured out, faster, angrier, meaner, because I needed to say them or I was going to choke on them.

“I honestly need a fucking explanation! Tasha! Put on some clothes, you disgusting bitch! Cover yourself before I vomit right here on the floor. Do you hear me?

“You told us Marcus beat you up, you told us you needed help, we brought you here, we gave you safety, and this—THlS—is what you do? You repay us by spreading your legs for your uncle while moaning my mate’s name like you’ve been fantasizing about him this whole time?!”

I couldn’t breathe, I was spitting rage and heartbreak and disgust all at once, and I pointed at her like I could stab her with my words. “What the hell is going on, Tasha?

“Do you have sexual fantasies about your father or what? Because that’s what it sounds like when you scream Damon’s name while fucking your uncle! Do you even hear yourself? Do you even know how sick this looks? Do you even care that you’re destroying me while you do it?”

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