Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 254

"Damon, calm down!" I burst out, grabbing his arm before he could take another step toward her. I could feel the muscle in his forearm flex like a coiled spring under my palm.

"You’re scaring her!" My voice was higher than usual because I was trying to compete with the sheer force of his tone.

"You’re talking about burning houses and ripping throats, and she looks like she’s about to collapse. I get it, I do, I’m just as freaked out as you are, but this isn’t helping!"

"She’s bleeding, Lyra!" he shot back, his voice still sharp but slightly less explosive. "She’s is here with blood on her face and fear in her eyes, and you want me to pretend like this is not urgent? No. Someone put their hands on her. Someone hurt her. And whoever they are, they just signed their death warrant."

I shook my head quickly, my grip still tight on his arm. "I’m not saying it’s not urgent. I’m saying screaming at her like she’s the suspect isn’t going to make her suddenly feel safe enough to tell us everything.

"Look at her..her hands are shaking so hard she can’t even keep them at her sides, her chest is heaving like she just ran a marathon, and she’s not even looking at us right now."

"She’s somewhere else in her head. She probably still feels like she’s in danger. You coming at her like a one-man firing squad is just going to make her shut down more."

Damon’s eyes stayed on Tasha, still burning, but he exhaled once..short, sharp, like it took effort to pull back even slightly. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Fine," he said, his voice low but still carrying that lethal edge. "But she is going to tell me what happened. And when she does, I will make sure they never touch anyone again."

"Good," I said quickly, even though my heart was still hammering. "Just... let’s get her inside first before you start making detailed murder plans in the middle of the hallway."

Her lips trembled so badly it was like even her mouth wanted to run away from whatever she was about to say, and her fingers kept knotting themselves together in her lap like she was trying to braid her own skin.

"I... I can’t... oh my God, I can’t even say it, Lyra," she stammered, her voice shaking so much it made my stomach twist because I already knew whatever was coming was going to be bad.

"Just spit it out already before I lose my mind," I snapped, and she flinched. Her throat bobbed, her breathing got all uneven, and then she blurted it out in one breath, "It was Marcus,"

I froze. Damon froze. We both turned to her like synchronized robots, and I swear the air in the room shifted.

"What?!" we said at the same time, mine coming out as a high-pitched screech, his deep and sharp enough to cut glass. My brain just stopped working for a full two seconds. No way. There was no way I had heard her correctly.

Damon’s face hardened instantly, like the name alone was a trigger that ripped him out of the present and shoved him straight into kill mode.

"Hold up," he said slowly, with each word dripping in disbelief and fury. "Marcus. As in Marcus, the pathetic waste of oxygen you used to date? Lyra’s ex-boyfriend Marcus?" His eyes cut to me, sharp and searching, like he was confirming that this wasn’t some sick joke.

I threw my hands up so fast my shoulders twinged. "Wait..what?! You’re telling me Marcus, as in my ex-boyfriend, is the reason you’re standing here bleeding? Marcus, the guy who cheated on me, lied to my face, tried to spread rumors about me after I dumped him, and owes me two hoodies he never gave back?"

"Marcus is the one who did this to you? What the hell were you even doing anywhere near him?

Damon’s jaw tightened until I could see the muscles flexing like he was trying not to break his teeth. His voice dropped into that lethal, dangerous register that made my skin prickle.

"Don’t you tell me you were fucking him, Tasha."

And then she looked right at him, pale and shaky, but with enough guilt in her eyes to answer before her lips even moved. "I was, Dad."

"You fucked up, bitch! You freaking whore!!! Cant you let your pussy fucking rest! You fucked him again!" I shouted so loud my own voice startled me, but I didn’t care because the second she admitted it, all the blood in my body had boiled straight to the surface.

"Now he beat you the hell up, and you want us to do what exactly? You want us to just drop everything and come charging to your rescue like we are super Mario or what!."

My hands were flying everywhere because my body couldn’t hold the fury still. "Tasha, I cannot believe you. I actually cannot believe you."

"Please, Dad! Please, Lyra, listen to me!" she begged, her voice breaking and her eyes darting between us like she was drowning and trying to reach both of us at once. "It’s not what you think.."

"Go on," Damon cut in, his voice so deep and sharp it actually made me shiver even though it wasn’t aimed at me.

His stance was rigid, his jaw locked, and his eyes locked on her like a wolf zeroing in on prey. "Go on and fucking explain before I lose my temper completely. And trust me, Tasha, if I lose it, you are not going to like what comes next. So speak. Now!"