Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 328

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-Lyra~

You think I died, folks? Oh, come on, baby. Seriously? It’s me. Lyra. I’m right here. I’m alive, I’m breathing, and yes, I’m still talking too much because I would actually go insane if I stayed quiet for even a minute.

Damon says 1 could outtalk the Moon itself and he’s probably right, but whatever. Now let’s talk. You know that movie that’s been trending lately. The Summer I Turned Pretty? Cute title, right? Sweet little coming-of-age kind of thing. Well, mine wasn’t like that. Mine was the summer everything changed.

And when I say everything, I mean my heart, my life, my entire soul.

Damon Thornvale. My man. My Alpha. My absolute headache and the reason I can’t look at another guy without laughing because, hello, how could I, after him?

That summer didn’t give me pretty beaches and bonfires. No. It gave me blood on the floor, betrayal sharp enough to cut my skin, the kind of screaming that cracks your throat, and one man who refused to let me die even when death itself thought it had me.

It gave me Damon crawling out of his own grave because his obsession with me was louder than the dirt they tried to bury him in. Tell me that isn’t hotter than any summer romance?

And yes, I know you probably cried when you thought I was gone. I can almost see you now, throwing your phone across the room or cursing Damon for not saving me fast enough.

Don’t even try to deny it. I know you. But here I am. We tricked you, didn’t we? Damon tricked you. Hahaha.

You thought I was gone, but me? I was holding on. I was fighting, even when my blood was on the floor. You know why? Because I’m stubborn.

Because I’m chaotic. Because I belong to him, and there was no way I was letting death steal me out of his arms.

Now let’s rewind a bit, because you deserve to know the truth and I cannot just drop it on you like, hey surprise, I’m alive, deal with it. No.

You have to feel it with me, the way I felt it. You have to go back to those months where everything was hanging by a thread.

Damon couldn’t let me die. He just couldn’t. And I couldn’t either. My pups couldn’t. Do you hear me? I could not let them go.

They were mine, ours, tiny heartbeats that had barely begun but they were already part of me, part of him, and the thought of losing them was like tearing my own chest open.