Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 326

Damon

Some months passed, and I still wake every morning with the same memory seared into my chest. I remember the warmth of her body draining in my arms, the way her blood covered my hands, staining them so deep I thought I would never feel clean again.

I remember how her lips parted like she wanted to say my name one last time, but no sound came out, only blood, and the silence was louder than any scream I have ever heard.

I remember pressing my forehead against hers, begging her to stay, commanding her to live, and realizing that even all my strength, all my rage, all my power could not stop death from reaching for her.

That night did not just take her away from me, it hollowed me out. It carved me into something that pretends to breathe but has no soul left to burn.

Every day since then has been the same. I walk through this world like a man made of ashes.

They say the Alpha still rules, they say Damon is unbroken, but what they see is only the shell of me. My heart is in the ground.

My heart-was buried with her. I go to the grave every dawn. I kneel in the dirt until my knees bleed and I talk to the stone that carries her name, and I curse myself for being too slow, for not seeing the knife in time, for not killing every last traitor before they even thought of touching her.

I tell her that I would burn the world to bring her back, that I would kill the gods themselves if they stood between us, but the stone never answers. The earth never gives her back to me.

And yet she never leaves me. I hear her voice when I close my eyes. I feel her hand brush against mine when the wind shifts. I smell her in the rain and I swear I taste her in the air.

I tell myself it is madness, that grief has poisoned me, that am imagining what I cannot have, but the truth is crueler. The truth is I would rather go mad hearing her ghost than live sane in silence.

Because silence is death, and l am already too familiar with it.

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