Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 338

Damon

A Year And Half Later.

The sun was not even up yet, and already I could feel it in my bones that my house had turned into a war zone. You learn to recognize the signs when you live with four pups and a wife who could talk a saint into committing murder.

It started with Lyra’s voice carrying down the hallway, that sweet, fake-patient tone she only used when she was about five seconds away from snapping someone’s neck.

Then came the sound of a baby’s screech, sharp enough to make me wince and powerful enough that the entire pack probably heard it echo through the damn walls.

pushed open the nursery door and was greeted by pure chaos. Not a little chaos. Not the kind you can laugh off. I mean full-scale destruction, tiny bodies in rebellion, toys on the floor like landmines, and in the center of it all stood my stubborn little demon spawn, Leo.

He was not wearing his clothes. No, of course not. He was wearing my shirt. My actual black shirt. Not a baby-sized version. Not one of those Little wolf onesies Lyra insists on buying with sparkles and moons and stars.

My real shirt, dragging to his ankles, swallowing him whole like he was some miniature cult leader. He clutched the collar with that same glare I use when someone owes me money and pretends they forgot.

Lyra spun on me, her hair sticking to her cheek, her eyes blazing with anger that should have burned the whole damn room down. She jabbed her finger toward Leo like she was presenting evidence in court. “He won’t change. Damon. He refuses. Handle your son.”

I crossed my arms because clearly this was not a problem, and said,” What’s wrong with him wearing my shirt? Looks good on him. Man’s got taste.”Her jaw dropped like I had just sided with the enemy. “Taste? Damon, he looks like a cult member. We have family pictures today! Pictures!

Do you want our children immortalized as tiny criminals in oversized black robes?”

Leo narrowed his little eyes at me with all the defiance in the world.

And then..swear to the Goddess. he smirked. My chest filled with a pride I could not contain. “That’s my boy. Already knows how to piss his mother off. A true Thornvate.”

“Damon,” Lyra snapped, practically hissing, “fix it.”

crouched in front of him because eye contact matters, even when you are negotiating with a toddler. “Alright, Leo. You want to be a man?

You wear the shirt. Daddy approves. Alpha decision. Case closed” He needed so seriously you’d think I just knighted him. Lyra groaned like she was being tortured.

Before she could unload on me, another scream split the air. This time it was Mia, my daughter, sitting pretty in her chair with her arms folded and her plate of food untouched.

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