Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 304

Do you know how fast my heart almost gave up? Do you know how fast my stomach dropped into my toes?

"Oh my tight pussy. How do you feel?"

How do I feel? Really? Do you want me to tell you? Do you want the whole fucking list? Because let me tell you right now, I feel like dying, I feel like choking, I feel like my ribs are breaking again, I feel like my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull because it cannot process this.

How do I feel? I feel like I am losing my mind, like I am in some sick nightmare where my mate is either dead or cheating or possessed or laughing at me from the shadows while a stranger screams his name so loud it is branded into my bones.

And I want to scream back, I want to shout at the ceiling, at the walls, at the reader—yes you, if you are hearing this in my head right now then you better not look away, you better stay with me, because I can’t do this alone—I want to say this is not real, this is not my Damon, this is a trick, this is hell. But my mouth is dry, my throat is raw, and all I can do is shake and listen while that voice wraps around me like chains.

Sweet little kitten. Tight pussy. How do you feel.

I’ll tell you how I feel. I feel ruined.

"Shut the fuck up, Darren!" I screamed, my voice breaking out of me so loud I surprised even myself, but I didn’t care because once the words started I could not stop them, they were pouring out of me like fire.

"Shut the fuck up right now! You are fucking sick, do you hear me, sick, twisted, disgusting, you are not normal, you are not even human anymore! You sit in the dark and you laugh like this is funny, like breaking me in half is entertainment, like torturing me is your hobby..what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You are a psychopath, Darren, you are not an Alpha, you are not a man, you are a monster with daddy issues and a brain so broken it should be locked in chains, you need rehab, you need a cage, you need someone to rip that laugh right out of your throat and bury it where no one can ever hear it again!"

I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe, my body refusing to move but my mouth refusing to stop, because the rage was spilling out of me and I wanted him to hear it, I wanted him to choke on it.

"You think you can use Damon’s name, you think you can pretend to be him, you think you can make me believe it’s him inside her, but you’re nothing like him! Nothing! You are filth, Darren, filth, and the whole world will see it when someone finally rips your heart out the way you deserve!"

And then he came out of the dark.

Naked.

Yes, naked, as in completely naked, not even a shred of shame on him, not even pants half-on or some ridiculous sheet wrapped around him. Just skin and scars and muscle and his dick was not torn anymore. It was as if it healed by itself.

It was fucking hard it made my stomach flip because of course it would be, of course Darren would walk out with that smug smirk and his cock pointing at me like this was all part of some sick show.

And the worst part, the absolute worst part, the thing that made my whole body curl in on itself, was that he looked like Damon.

He had Damon’s shoulders, Damon’s chest, Damon’s arms, Damon’s abs cut sharp enough to hurt just looking at them.

He even had Damon’s walk, slow and controlled like every step was deliberate, like every muscle was a weapon he could use against anyone who stood in his way.

And my heart broke into a million pieces right there on the spot because all I could think was my Damon is gone, my Damon is dead, my Damon bled out in the dirt, and yet here was this monster wearing his body like a mask, twisting every part of him into something ugly. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

I turned my face away so fast I nearly snapped my neck because I couldn’t look, I wouldn’t look, I was not going to give him the satisfaction, not when my chest was cracking open and my brain was screaming this is Damon’s body but not Damon, never Damon.

"Look at me, kitten. Look at me."

And oh my God, I wanted to scream, I wanted to claw the words out of my head because how dare he, how dare Darren take the one word Damon made feel like love and turn it into something that felt like chains.

"Fuck you," I spat, my throat raw, my whole body shaking because the words weren’t enough, because nothing I could say would ever be enough.

But Darren moved like lightning, his hand snapping around my chin, forcing my head up so my eyes met his whether I wanted to or not.

His thumb pressing against my jaw until it hurt, and I couldn’t turn away, I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t even blink without him holding me there.

"Look at me naked," he whispered, dark and sharp, his eyes burning holes straight through me. "I have his body, don’t I? Every muscle, every scar, every inch of me looks like him. I know."

He leaned closer, his smirk wide and wrong. "Now look at my dick kitten"