Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 250

"I bled on those floors," Damon growled, his voice getting louder now. "I held dying warriors in my arms in that fucking hallway. I kissed my mother’s hand goodbye on the steps of that altar. I buried my Beta’s wife beside that damn porch. I raised the children of the fallen in that house, Lyra. I fed them. I trained them. I made sure they knew they were safe, that they belonged somewhere sacred."

"And now it’s gone. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to stop it. I wasn’t there to protect them. I was here." His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and burning, and I didn’t flinch even though I felt like I should. "I was here, with my cock in my hand, distracted by the only thing that’s ever made me lose control."

I swallowed hard because I knew what he meant. He wasn’t blaming me, not really. But I was the reason he wasn’t watching the cameras.

I was the reason he was off pack grounds. I was the reason he let himself feel human again, feel soft, feel pleasure, feel love. And in that time, someone came and burned his entire legacy to ash.

"I had guards at every post," he went on, his voice tighter now, almost strangled. "I had shields. I had alarms. We were supposed to be safe. That place was supposed to last longer than I would. It was supposed to be the place I passed down to my sons. The place where I would teach them to shift, to fight, to lead.

He finally stopped pacing. Just stood there. Breathing hard. Looking like a god that just watched the world fall apart beneath his feet.

"And now I have nothing," he said quietly. "Not one stone left standing. Not one body accounted for. I don’t even know who’s alive, Lyra. I don’t know if they ran. If they fought. If they screamed."

I wanted to touch him. I really did. I wanted to say something comforting and brave and grown-up, but I was eighteen and naked still dripping down my thighs from the blowjob I never finished, and none of that made me feel qualified to handle this moment. But I knew I had to say something, so I stepped forward, voice shaking as I tried to find mine.

"Damon," I whispered, "we’ll rebuild it. Whatever it takes. I’ll help. I’m yours, remember? Wherever you go, I go."

"Wherever you go, I go," I whispered, and I meant it with everything inside me. I didn’t care that I was eighteen.

I didn’t care that I was scared.I didn’t care about any of it. Because Damon was my Alpha. Damon was my man. Damon was the only person who had ever made me feel like I wasn’t a mistake, and I wasn’t going to let him walk through hell alone, not when I knew the whole sky had just come crashing down on top of him.

And then it happened.

He broke.

Damon didn’t fall to his knees. He didn’t scream. He didn’t throw anything. It wasn’t violent like I expected. It wasn’t explosive or loud or angry. It was quiet. It was slow. It was real.

His mouth opened. His eyes blinked like he didn’t know how to keep them from burning. His body trembled—just once—but I saw it. And then the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in my life unfolded right in front of me.

He burst into tears.

Not loud sobs. Not shaking or collapsing or curling into a ball. It was worse than that. It was one tear. Then another. And then another.

And then he brought his hands to his face and pressed his palms against his eyes like he could force the emotion back inside his skull, like if he just pushed hard enough, he could undo the grief that had finally cracked him wide open.

"I don’t know what to do, kitten," he whispered. "I don’t know. I don’t fucking know."

His voice broke on that last word, and it shattered something inside me that I didn’t know could break any further.

Because I had never heard him say that before. Damon always knew. He was the man with the plans. The Alpha with the answers. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The predator who never lost control. But right now, standing there half-dressed and soaked in guilt and fear and love, he looked like a man who had just lost the world.

And I didn’t know how to fix it.

I didn’t know what to say.

So I did the only thing I could do, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around him. My body pressed against his. My head tucked under his chin. My heart against his chest. And I held him.

I held him while he cried. My big bad alpha was broken.