Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 273

Lyra

"Stop smirking," I snapped, my whole body trembling as I shoved myself up on the bed, my hands flying everywhere because I could not keep them still.

"There is nothing to smirk about, Damon. Nothing. I asked you questions. Real questions. Questions that mattered. And what did you do? Did you answer me? Did you give me even the smallest piece of honesty? No! You carried me on your damn shoulder like I was some object you could drag around whenever you feel like it.

"And now you think you can stand there smirking at me like you are in control? No. You do not get to do that. Not with me."

"Do you want to know why I did that, kitten? Why I carried you on my shoulder in front of everyone? Because you talk too much. Too much sometimes. And the truth is, I do not want to get pissed at you.

"Because believe me, you have not seen me pissed ever since you have known me. You think you have seen my temper, you think you have seen me lose control, but you have no idea what I am holding back when it comes to you."

My chest was rising and falling so fast it hurt, and I shot up from the bed, my hands flying everywhere, my words spilling out so fast I could barely breathe.

"Pissed? Pissed at what, Damon? Tell me! What could you possibly be pissed about? What did I do wrong? Because from where I am standing, I should be the one who is pissed, not you.

"I should be the one tearing this room apart, ripping these sheets, breaking everything in sight, because do you even realize what you just put me through? You kept secrets from me, Damon.

"Secrets about your family, about your brother, about the part of your life I should have known about from the very beginning. So no, Damon, I should be the one to be fucking pissed!"

"I said do not you ever use the f word on me again."

The way Damon growled it made my heart slam so hard against my ribs I thought it might actually crack.

His voice wasn’t just a voice anymore. It was a command, a threat, a warning, all rolled into one, and it vibrated through the room until my skin prickled with goosebumps.

My wolf whimpered inside me, curling into herself, but I sat there wide-eyed because I could not stop looking at him.

His eyes were glowing, his jaw locked tight, and his chest moved like every breath was him holding himself back from tearing the whole room apart.

And of course, because I am me because I am eighteen and I have a mouth that doesn’t know how to stay shut — I pushed him without even trying.

He didn’t stop at that one sentence. Oh no. Damon leaned closer, his shadow swallowing me, his voice dropping even lower until it was fire and smoke crawling down my neck.

"Do you hear me, kitten? That word does not belong on your tongue when you are speaking to me. You can cry, you can scream, you can throw every tantrum you want, but you will not curse at me like I am some ordinary man. I am not.

"I am your Alpha. I am the one who protects you, the one who claims you, the one who has kept his control on a leash every single time you’ve tested me. And you do not even realize how close you come to snapping that leash when you talk the way you just did."

I pressed myself back against the headboard as he stepped closer, towering over me, his presence heavy enough to crush me in place. My throat was tight, my body was trembling, but my mind — my loud, chaotic, messy mind — was still running at full speed.

"You think you are the one who should be pissed?" His hand slammed against the headboard right beside my head, and I jumped so hard my stomach dropped.

"You talk too much, kitten. You run that mouth without stopping, and half the time you do not even know what danger you are inviting. Do you think I carried you upstairs because it amused me? Because it was fun for me to make a spectacle of you?

"No. I carried you because if I answered you in front of my mother, in front of my men, you would not have liked the answer I gave you. You are the one with a problem kitten!"

I shook my head, tears sliding down my cheeks, my chest burning because how dare he twist this back on me? How dare he stand there and act like I was the problem when all I had wanted were answers?

He leaned down so close his breath brushed my ear, his growl sinking into my skin like claws. "You say you should be pissed, but you do not even know what pissed is.

"Pissed is not me carrying you on my shoulder. Pissed is not me ignoring your tantrum in front of my mother. Pissed is not me locking this door. No, kitten. Pissed is when I stop talking. Pissed is when I stop controlling myself. Pissed is when I stop caring about whether you can handle what I give you.

"And believe me, you have never seen me like that. Not once. Because I have been holding it back, every single time you test me, every single time you scream at me, every single time you defy me.

"I let you rant because you are young, because you are fiery, because you do not understand the weight of what you are saying. But there will come a day when my patience runs out. And on that day, you will pray you never pushed me this far."

I should have shut up. I should have swallowed my words. I should have nodded and stayed quiet like any sane person would have done. But do you know me? I never shut up. My entire body was trembling, my eyes wet, my throat raw, but my mouth just would not stop moving.