Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 324

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~Damon~

She was on the floor and she was bleeding. Her small hands were pressed against her stomach like she could hold life itself inside her bare palms, but the blood was still coming and it painted her skin and it painted the floor and it painted my soul with fire. My kitten. My girl. My mate. My obsession.

She was broken and crying and still she was looking at me like I was salvation, like I was the answer to prayers she had screamed until her throat gave out.

And seeing her like that did not just hurt me, it killed me. It killed me in ways even the dirt in my chest and the knives in my lungs could never kill me. I wanted to fall to my knees.

I wanted to gather her against me and swear she would never hurt again. I wanted to kiss every tear from her face and whisper a thousand times that she was safe.

“Yo…You should not be standing here, Damon. I put you down myself. I stabbed you. I watched the blood pour out of you. I buried you with my own hands. I made sure the dirt filled your lungs. I did it because you left me no choice.

“You always thought you were untouchable. You always thought you could stand over me. But 1 proved I could bring you down. I did what no one else dared. I buried the great Damon and I did it with my own hands.”

I tilted my head slowly, savoring every word, letting the smile curl my lips.

“When did you become a stammerer, Darren. You had no problem talking when you told my mate that you wanted my babies dead. You had no problem laughing while you kicked her and watched her bleed. You had no problem calling yourself a god when you dropped the dirt on my chest. But now your words shake. Now you repeat yourself. Now you look at me like you cannot believe what you see.”

“Do not mock me, Damon. Do not act like you are immortal. I am the immortal one!. I put you down once and I can do it again. You think crawling out of the dirt makes you untouchable. It does not.

“You are flesh and blood like me. And flesh can be cut. Blood can be spilled. You call me a stammerer but I am the one who put you under. You are standing here because I let you crawl. Do not forget that.”

My wolf roared inside me. He dares. He dares to spit at us. He dares to claim he let us crawl. Tear his tongue out. Break his bones. Show him who breathes and who chokes.