Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 120

Damon

And I didn’t know how to say it.

I didn’t know how to admit that somewhere between the first time I kissed Lyra’s trembling mouth and the last time I made her scream my name while her nails carved into my back—I had slipped. I had fallen. I had let something in that I never intended to feel again. And it wasn’t just lust.

Camilla must’ve heard the truth in my silence, because her breath hitched through the phone. Then her voice returned, low and bitter and cracking beneath the weight of betrayal.

"Wow," she breathed, followed by a hollow laugh that chilled me straight to the bone. "You really are. You’ve fallen for her. My husband—the man who once told me he couldn’t live without me—is in love with a slut."

I closed my eyes.

Her words sliced clean.

"I bet she looks at you with those innocent eyes like you’re some kind of fucking hero," she hissed, no longer pretending to be calm. "I bet she tells you she’s never felt like this before, that no one’s ever touched her like you do. I bet she makes you feel good, like you’re not some broken man with a past that reeks of rot and failure."

I gripped the phone tighter, the tendons in my hand flexing hard enough to cramp.

"She doesn’t know you, Damon," Camilla continued, voice rising now. "She doesn’t know what you’re capable of. She doesn’t know what I’ve seen. What I’ve survived. You think she’ll love you when she finds out the truth? About me? About what you let me become? You think she’ll still crawl into your bed when she realizes you locked your wife away like a fucking secret and replaced her with a warm cunt and a pretty moan?"

"Camilla! It’s enough! Don’t you fucking blame me for your addictions"

"No, listen to me!" she screamed suddenly. "You think you’ve found something new. You think she’s going to save you. But she won’t. She’ll leave. She’ll wake up one day and realize she’s lying next to a man who ruins everything he touches. And she’ll run."

I said nothing. My throat was tight. My chest burned. Every word hit harder than the last.

Because deep down, I had already asked myself the same questions.

"She’ll hate you, Damon," Camilla went on, her voice trembling now, unhinged with desperation and fury.

"The second she sees the darkness in you, she’ll hate you. The second she sees what I saw, what I still dream about, she’ll look at you with fear. With disgust. And you’ll be alone again."

Her breath shook against the receiver. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"You can’t escape who you are. Not with her. Not with anyone. And don’t kid yourself—whatever fantasy you’re chasing with her? It’s going to end. She’s going to leave you bleeding in your own bed."

My head dropped forward. I pressed the heel of my hand into my eye socket, fighting the urge to scream.

"You know I’m right," she whispered now, almost gently. "You know it, Damon. You’re not in love. You’re just running. And one day, she’ll see you for what you really are."

I didn’t know how long I stood there.

How long I let her words twist around my spine like thorns.

How long I let the guilt simmer beneath the heat of what I felt for Lyra

But when I finally spoke, my voice was low. Measured. Clear.

"You don’t know anything about her."

Camilla laughed again. A bitter, broken sound that made the walls feel like they were closing in.

"I don’t need to know her," she snapped. "I know you."

"And guess what Damon? I miss your fucking cock. I wanna suck it so bad. It has been ages"

I went rigid.

Her voice dropped lower, sultry and sick, curling around the edges of my spine like smoke choking the oxygen out of my lungs.

"So guess what," she whispered. "I’m coming back and I don’t fucking care what you say"

My breath hitched. My grip on the phone tightened so hard I thought it might snap in half. I couldn’t speak. I could barely think.

I could already feel it..her madness, her obsession, that twisted part of her that didn’t understand boundaries, didn’t understand no, didn’t understand that I had moved on.

"I’m coming back to that house," she said, louder now. "Back to what’s mine. To our bed. To you. And when I get there, Damon..when I see that little slut you’ve been fucking in my house, lying in my sheets, touching my husband like she owns him.."

She paused.

I closed my eyes, already dreading what she would say next.

"I’m going to shove a pipe so far up her pussy she won’t even have time to scream. I’ll watch her bleed to death right in front of you, and I’ll smile while I do it. I’ll make sure she learns never to fuck with Camilla Thornvale."

Silence exploded in my ears.

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t even blink.

I just stood there.

Then..she hung up.

No goodbye. No pause. No hesitation.

Just silence.

And I felt it settle across my shoulders like a noose.

Oh fuck.

As I was trying to wrap my head around everything..my insane wife, my lie, the threat, the fucking madness that had just crawled out of Camilla’s voice like a demon freshly unchained..I heard it.

A soft knock.

Then her voice.

"Damon... is everything okay?"

I froze.

That voice.

That sweet, breathy, innocent voice.

Lyra

Oh, my sweet kitten.