Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 136

Lyra

One step at a time, limping like I’d just gotten back from a demon exorcism and my vagina didn’t survive it.

Then I heard her voice again.

"Look who’s here, Dad!"

I peeked around the wall, barely able to hold the sheet over my chest. My heart was still pounding. My brain was still fried. I was already thinking of ways to sneak into the bathroom and clean up before anyone noticed the way my legs were literally glistening.

But then I saw her.

Tasha.

Grinning like an idiot.

And next to her was a woman i have never seen before.

And the next thing she said pierced my heart. And then—

"Mum! Mum is back!!. Look at her"

That was what she said.

That was the word that dropped into the room like a goddamn bomb.

And I froze.

My whole body went cold.

My breath caught.

And I felt everything stop.

Mum?

My eyes widened.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t breathe.

My hand was still gripping the banister like it was the only thing keeping me from collapsing and rolling down the stairs in a broken pile of bruises, slick, and humiliation.

My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand. My vision was blurry. My heart was beating in my ears like war drums. And I was just standing there. Silent. Paralyzed. Numb. Trying to figure out what the hell I was looking at.

Because it didn’t make sense.

It didn’t make any fucking sense.

She was here. A woman. Tall. Blonde. Pretty in that scary, glossy, ex-model kind of way. She looked like money. She looked like a storm. She looked like she’d walked out of a magazine spread about women who ruin lives with a smile.

And Tasha had just called her—mum.

Her mum.

Which meant—

I turned my head slowly, like my neck was made of stone, like my brain was trying to protect me from what it already knew.

And there he was.

Damon

Standing completely still, dressed now, thank God, in a black T-shirt that clung to his chest and sweatpants that were low on his hips. But none of that mattered. None of that registered. Because I wasn’t looking at his body anymore.

I was looking at his face.

His expression.

His guilt.

His silence.

And that’s when my stomach dropped.

Because I remembered.

I remembered what he told me.

I remembered the words exactly. Like they were tattooed on the inside of my skull.

"She’s dead."

That’s what he said.

That’s what he looked me in the eyes and told me when I saw her picture and asked about her in the penthouse.

"She’s dead."

Dead.

Dead.

But she wasn’t dead.

She was standing right there.

Smiling. Breathing. Wearing lip gloss.

What the hell was happening?

What the actual, mind-fucking hell was I looking at?

Was I dreaming? Hallucinating? Had I lost my mind somewhere between getting knotted and leaking all over the stairs?

Because this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t possible.

I couldn’t stop thinking. My brain was spiraling so fast it felt like the thoughts were crashing into each other and falling apart as they hit.

He told me she was dead. He told me she was gone. He kissed me like a man who lost something. He fucked me like he had nothing left. He marked me like he was claiming the only thing that was still his.

And now she’s standing here?

Alive?

Tasha’s mum is alive?

That’s not just a lie. That’s not just a red flag. That’s a whole nuclear warhead of betrayal tied up in a bow and delivered to my feet while I’m still dripping his cum.

I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. My hands were trembling against the railing, and the sheet around my body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds now. I was shaking. From rage. From confusion. From something sharp and ugly blooming in my chest that tasted like heartbreak before I could even name it.

I looked at Damon again.

Waiting.

Begging him to explain.

But he didn’t move.

He didn’t even look at me.

And that?

That broke something inside me.

Because I realized—he wasn’t shocked.

He wasn’t confused.

He wasn’t wondering what she was doing here.

He knew.

And I...didn’t.

I looked at him to say something but he didn’t speak.

He didn’t defend himself.

And that silence?

That silence told me everything.

I felt it in my chest first. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

A tightness.

A pressure I couldn’t name, like my heart was caving in around itself, squeezing until it cracked right down the center. I didn’t even feel the tear when it slipped out. It just fell.

Because the truth was simple now.

Damon lied to me.

He fucking lied to me.

And I didn’t know how to come back from that.