Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 264

Tasha’s head snapped up, her eyes wide, her voice trembling but loud. "But I didn’t make him hard, Aunty! That wasn’t me! His body reacted. You can’t blame me for that!"

Lilian laughed then, a dark, humorless laugh that made the hairs on Lyra’s arms stand on end beside me. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving Tasha. "Can you believe her, Damon? After all these years, your daughter is still the same little bratty bitch she has always been. She cannot admit fault, cannot face her shame, cannot own her sins. She ruins lives and then dares to argue as though she is the wronged one."

Lilian’s fury did not ease. She stood with her chest rising and falling heavily, her eyes locked on Tasha like she wanted to rip her apart with her bare hands.

"I hope you are not staying in the same house with us, because if you are, I will make sure you regret it. Every day that you breathe under this roof, I will remind you of who you are and what you did. I will not let you sleep, I will not let you eat in peace, and I will not let you forget the disgrace you brought into this family."

Tasha flinched at the words. She looked at me, silently begging me to intervene, but Lilian was too far gone in her rage to stop on her own. I had to cut her down before the entire pack saw our family unravel completely in front of them.

"Calm down, Lilian," I said, my tone deep, commanding, and leaving no room for debate. "Just calm down."

Her head whipped toward me, and for a second she looked like she wanted to argue, but I stepped forward and held her gaze.

"She isn’t staying here, do you understand me? There is already a house arranged for her, but it is not here. She will not be living under this roof. That is final."

Lilian’s nostrils flared, and her fists tightened at her sides, but my words hit her hard enough to slow her rage. Her eyes searched my face, daring me to waver, daring me to show weakness, but I stood my ground and let her see the iron in my stare.

"Go inside," I said again. "I will explain everything to you once you are calm. Not here, not like this. Go."

For a long moment she said nothing. Then she let out a sharp exhale and shook her head, muttering, "Handle her, Damon. For your sake, you had better mean it."

Lilian’s nostrils flared as she held my gaze, her fists still clenched tight at her sides.

She turned as if she was done, but instead of walking away immediately, her eyes shifted. They slid past me and landed on Lyra, who sat in the car watching all of this unfold with wide, uncertain eyes.

Lilian’s expression changed, not soft but curious, sharp in a different way. Her lips curved into a smile that did not reach her eyes, a smile full of calculation.

"And I will also like to know about this beautiful young girl you brought along with you," she said, her voice laced with interest that was almost too sweet to be real. "Because something tells me she is not here by accident."

Lyra blinked, caught off guard, her lips parting as though she wanted to speak but no words came out. Then Lilian left.

I turned hard to face Tasha, and I let my voice carry the kind of authority that left no room for argument. "Follow the guard. He will take you to the house you’ll stay in."

Her lips shook, her voice cracked as she tried. "But Dad—"

"Not another word from you, Tasha," I snapped, my tone deep enough to make the guards stiffen. "Leave now."

She swallowed whatever was left in her throat, her eyes wet and her face still red from the bruises.

With her shoulders trembling, she lowered her head and obeyed, walking after the guard without daring to look back. I watched her go, my jaw locked, my chest full of anger that had nowhere to land. She never learned.

When she was gone from sight, I finally turned back to Lyra. She looked shaken, her wide eyes following every movement like she was still trying to piece together what had just happened.

I forced my voice to soften. "Kitten, how are you feeling? I know it was a lot to watch. I’ll help you with your bag. Just go inside, take a breath, and I’ll join you."

She nodded slowly, her lips parting as though she wanted to say something but the words didn’t quite come out. I reached into the car to take her bag, trying to ground her with the small act, but that was when I heard the sound of footsteps.

The front doors opened, and my body went rigid before I even saw him, because I knew that walk, I knew that presence, and when his figure came into the light, my chest tightened.

My twin.

Daren.

He stepped out with that same arrogant smirk he had always carried.

He spread his arms slightly, his grin sharp and mocking. "Damon," he drawled, his voice full of that lazy charm that had always hidden his venom. "Looking good, brother.Welcome back home"

Beside me, Lyra froze. Her breath caught, and I felt her staring, her gaze darting between me and him like her brain couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. Her lips parted, stunned, her whole body going still.

Oh fuck.