Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 121

Lyra

As I was waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, I heard some noises. Not like normal noises either, not like the shower or brushing his teeth or clearing his throat. It was lower than that. Darker. There was this deep, gravelly tension in his voice and I couldn’t make out the words at first but something about it made my skin tighten.

It was quiet, like he was trying not to be heard, and that already made me pause because Damon never whispers. Damon is always firm. Confident. Direct. But now his voice sounded weirdly... tense. Like he was walking on broken glass barefoot and trying not to make a sound.

And then I heard her.

A woman.

Her voice was sharp. Loud. Angry. I mean not just mad, but the kind of mad that felt like it came from a place way deeper than jealousy. Like she was the type of woman who would slash tires or set fire to a dress just because someone else wore it better.

I froze. I was still standing by the bed, one of his shirts barely hanging off me, my legs still aching from everything we had done earlier, and my cheeks were flushed even though the air in the room wasn’t hot. And for some reason, the second I heard her yell again, my stomach flipped so fast I thought I might pass out.

I didn’t know what she said exactly, but the words panties, bed, and whore came through loud and clear and I swear my whole soul just straight-up fell through the floor.

Was she talking about me?

No. She couldn’t be.

She didn’t even know me. Right?

Except... she was talking about someone. Someone in his house. Someone in his bed. Someone who had worn his shirts.

And right now, that someone was me.

I took a step forward, closer to the bathroom door, not even meaning to eavesdrop but also not stopping myself because I needed to know. I needed to hear. I needed something to explain the sudden panic unraveling in my chest like a wire being pulled loose.

His voice was muffled, but hers kept cutting through like knives.

She said, "Is she still dripping with you?"

My entire body went still.

I pressed my palm to my chest because my heart was literally racing like I’d just sprinted out of the room.

What the fuck kind of question was that?

Was she talking about me?

Wait—was she talking about sex?

Oh my God.

I suddenly felt so naked. And not in the sexy, fun way. No. I felt exposed. Stupid. Raw. Like someone had just torn the roof off my body and now the whole world could see everything Damon and I had done.

The moaning.

The panting.

The way I had screamed his name when he pulled my legs apart and told me I was his.

And now someone else knew.

A woman.

Someone with the audacity to call him and speak like that. To accuse. To spit venom like she owned him.

Who the fuck was she?

I backed up slowly, not because I was afraid of what he was saying but because my thoughts were spiraling out of control. I tried to stay calm, but calm was impossible with that voice still bleeding through the door.

She said she was coming back.

She said she was going to hurt someone.

She said she would shove a pipe up her pussy and make her bleed to death.

What the actual fuck?!

Who says something like that? Who even thinks it?!

I could feel the blood drain from my face. My hands were cold. I suddenly didn’t want to be in this room anymore, not with that woman on the phone, not with her voice still crawling through the cracks in the door and poisoning everything good that had just happened between Damon and me.

I wrapped my arms around myself, and I swear, in that moment, I wasn’t even worried about who she was. I was more worried about what Damon would do.

"What was going on" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

I didn’t want to be paranoid, but it was hard not to be when every word coming out of that phone sounded like a threat against my body.

I took a slow breath and walked up to the door. I didn’t want to seem scared, even though I was shaking a little.

I raised my hand and knocked once. Soft. Gentle. But enough that he’d hear.

"Damon... is everything okay?" I asked, even though I already knew it wasn’t.

There was a pause.

A long one.

A silence that told me everything I needed to know.

He didn’t answer right away.

He didn’t open the door.

And that silence? That pause? It said more than any lie ever could.

I bit my lip and stood there, heart pounding, throat dry, eyes burning with something that wasn’t quite tears yet but was definitely on the way.

The door creaked open slowly.

He didn’t yank it. He didn’t swing it wide like someone caught in the middle of something bad. No. Damon opened it like nothing had happened, like there wasn’t a murder threat still hanging in the air or a woman’s voice echoing in my head telling me about cum and beds and violence.

He just stood there.

Tall. Calm. Shirtless. Chest rising and falling like he hadn’t just been on the most insane phone call I’d ever heard in my life. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable, but his voice—God, his voice—was smooth. Like butter melting over a knife.

"Everything’s fine, kitten."

Kitten.