Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 294

I thought he might explode before he even got the chance to kill Darren, and I couldn’t even catch my breath because I was realizing right here on this dirt floor that Damon was past the point of no return.

And Darren..oh my God, Darren..he laughed.

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun.

"You can’t kill me," Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. "I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first."

Immortal?

And then he did it.

He blew a whistle so loud my hands slapped over my ears because it felt like it pierced straight through my skull, and my stomach just dropped right down into my knees because I didn’t even want to know what that was calling.

Then the shadows moved.

I saw them, I swear I saw them first..shapes slipping out from between the trees where the moonlight didn’t reach, stepping forward slow at first and then faster, shoulders broad, weapons in their hands, faces I didn’t recognize at all, and my entire body locked up because oh my God, who were these people, where had they come from, how long had they been waiting out there in the woods like ghosts just watching us this whole time?

The one in front was tall, terrifying, with a scar down his cheek Darren called him Ken like they were old friends meeting for drinks instead of about to kill everyone in sight.

And I was just standing there clutching my torn clothes. Damon was still holding Darren against that tree like he wanted to break him in half, Darren was grinning like he had summoned his own personal army straight out of Hell, and Ken and the others were stepping out from the bushes like this was some kind of horror movie where the heroine always dies first, and I knew, deep in my gut, that whatever was about to happen next was going to make everything before this look like a warm-up.

Damon’s eyes snapped toward Darren then toward the men creeping out from the shadows.

"What’s all this! Why did you bring back the people I banished from our pack a long time ago? What are they doing here, Darren? Why are they here tonight? Answer me!"

But Darren only smiled with that awful grin full of blood and madness like he had been waiting for this exact moment his entire life, like the fight and the fury and the glowing rage in Damon’s eyes were all part of some grand plan he had been writing in his head for years.

"This was all a plan. A set up. And you fell for it. Goodbye, brother,"

And before Damon could even move, before he could say another single word, Darren’s hand shot out like lightning, and I saw it, the silver glint, the knife he had hidden this whole time, and then he drove it straight into Damon’s side so hard I screamed before the first drop of blood even hit the ground.

He stabbed him again.

And again.

Over and over with this wild look in his eyes like he was finally free, like this was what he had wanted all along, and I was screaming so hard my throat ripped because silver—oh God, silver—every wolf knew what silver did, how it burned through our kind like acid, how it poisoned the blood, how it made healing impossible, and Damon was falling, his body folding under the strikes like the earth itself was dragging him down.

"No! Darren, stop! Stop!" I screamed so loud it tore at my throat because the blood was everywhere now, soaking into the dirt, running down Damon’s side in thick rivers, and I was already moving before I even thought about it, throwing myself toward him because I didn’t care about anything else in the world except the way Damon hit the ground with a sound that made my heart shatter straight through the middle.

"Damon! Damon! Hey, hey, look at me!" My hands were shaking so bad I could barely press them against the wounds because there were too many, too much blood, and the smell of silver was so sharp in the air I could taste it at the back of my throat. "Open your eyes! Please! Please, you have to stay with me, do you hear me? Look at me, Damon!"

His eyes fluttered open, just barely, and his blood was all over my hands and everywhere, and my whole body was shaking so hard I thought I was going to collapse right there next to him because I couldn’t lose him, not like this, not here.

"Run, kitten. Protect our pups and run fast" he whispered, his voice so weak it didn’t even sound like him anymore. His eyes locked on mine, glowing faintly even as they started to close. "Run... please."

And that was all he said before his head rolled to the side, before his breathing turned shallow and slow, and my entire world broke in half because I couldn’t even think through the screaming in my head, through the pounding of my pulse, through the way the men in the shadows were starting to move closer.

So I ran.