Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 332

Lyra

My heart stopped. No, seriously, I swear it just stopped in my chest, because the second those words left the doctor’s mouth, it felt like the room collapsed in on me. One of them isn’t breathing. One of them. My baby. My pup. Mine and Damon’s Not breathing. Do you hear me? Not breathing. Oh my God. Oh my Goddess. No no no no no.

I couldn’t breathe either. I was gulping at the air like a fish out of water, like maybe if I dragged enough into my lungs it would magically go into theirs too.

My whole body went ice-cold even though I was still covered in sweat, and I grabbed at Damon, clawing at his arm, his chest, his shirt, anything to make him look at me, to make him say it wasn’t true.

“What does he mean?” I screamed at him.

“Damon, what the fuck does he mean?!” My throat burned, my body ached, my insides were still tearing open, but none of that mattered, not compared to this. Not compared to silence.

I whipped my head toward the doctor, tears flooding my eyes so bad I could barely see. “Do something! Don’t just stand there like an idiot, you’re supposed to be a doctor, aren’t you? Fix it! Make my baby breathe! Slap their back, I don’t care, just just don’t let my baby die!”

I saw his eyes. They were wet. My Alpha, my big scary monster, the man who could rip out spines with his bare hands, was crying. And that terrified me more than anything. Because if Damon cried, if Damon actually let tears spill down his face, that meant the world was ending.

“No!” I screamed, sobbing so hard my whole body jerked with every breath. “No, no, no, no! You’re not taking them from me, you hear me?

You can’t! I almost died, I screamed my soul out, I tore myself open.”I didn’t even care that I was yelling at the Goddess herself like a lunatic, that I was half naked, blood everywhere. None of it mattered.

All I could see in my head was a tiny, perfect pup lying too still, lips too pale, chest not moving. And the thought alone was tearing me apart.

“Damon!” I sobbed, shaking his arm, his shirt, his everything. “Do something! You’re an Alpha, aren’t you? Command them to breathe!

Order it! Use that stupid scary voice you use on everyone else and make our baby listen! Please! Please!”

I clutched at Damon’s shirt with hands that were shaking so badly! could barely even hold on, my nails catching on the fabric as if ripping him apart would force him to do something. “Damon, don’t just stare at me, please! Do something! Everyone bows down to you, everyone listens when you growl, so why the fuck won’t our baby fisten? Make them breathe, Damon! Order it the way you order everyone else!

Please, just don’t let my baby die!”

“No! No, no, no, Goddess, please! You can’t do this to me! I gave you four, do you hear me? Four! I screamed, I bled, I almost died, and you don’t get to take one from me like I’m some joke! You don’t get to steal my baby, you can’t, you can’t—”

I turned toward the doctor with blurry eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks so hard I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was standing there. Still. Useless. I shrieked so loud the walls shook.

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