Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 301

Lyra

I didn’t wake up right away.

I just... floated.

Like my body wasn’t mine anymore, like maybe I had died and nobody told me yet, because why else would everything be this heavy and quiet except for the way my head was screaming? Except for the way my chest hurt like my heart didn’t know whether to beat or just give up completely?

And the first thought..the very first stupid thought, slammed through my head so hard it felt like someone carved it straight into my skull with a knife:

I should have never come for the summer.

I should have never left home.

I should have told Tasha no when she begged me, when she said her dad had a pool and a theater room and that it was going to be the best summer ever.

The "best summer ever." Oh Goddess, what a joke. What a cosmic, cruel joke, because now look at me. Broken. Bleeding. Lying in the dirt like roadkill with my head pounding and my whole life unraveling while I can’t even open my eyes.

I could have stayed home. I could have worked a job, learned how to bake bread, taught myself Spanish on YouTube, or literally anything else besides this, because this? This was turning out to be the worst mistake of my entire existence and maybe my last mistake ever if I didn’t wake up again.

You should have listened to me, my wolf snapped, sharp and angry, cutting through my mess of thoughts like claws on glass.

And yeah, she was here too because of course she was here, because apparently even in my own head I didn’t get peace. She sounded mad. Like furious mad. Like pacing-back-and-forth-with-fangs-out mad.

I told you to keep running, she snarled. I told you, Lyra. But nooo, you wanted to stop, you wanted to cry about Damon bleeding instead of thinking about the fact that we were about to die. Now look at us. Look. At. Us. Flat on our back. Bleeding. Unconscious. Fantastic plan. Ten out of ten.

"Shut up," I muttered, except it was all in my head because I couldn’t even move my mouth, but it didn’t matter because she could hear me anyway.

"Shut up, okay? I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for Darren to go crazy or for men with glowing eyes to come out of the shadows or for Damon to tell me to run like I’m the dumb blonde in a horror movie about to get murdered in the first ten minutes.

I didn’t ask for knives or silver or fire or some random girl voice saying ’Die, bitch’ like this is some bad Netflix script. I just wanted to breathe. That’s all I ever wanted. Just one summer where I could breathe."

But no.

Because apparently the Moon Goddess hated me.

Or maybe she was bored and thought my life would be better as a tragedy because here I was with my head splitting open, my ribs probably shattered, my whole body feeling like one big bruise, and my eyes wouldn’t open and my hands wouldn’t move and my legs felt like they had been chewed off by wolves—and okay, technically, they kind of had and somewhere in the back of my head I just kept whispering over and over again.

This should have never happened to me. This should have never been my story. This should have never been my life.

I think I was crying. I couldn’t even tell because everything was hot and wet and aching anyway, but it felt like crying because my chest kept doing that thing where it locked up and my throat hurt and there was this horrible lump that wouldn’t go away.

I wanted to wake up. I wanted to so bad. I wanted to open my eyes and scream and fight and tell the whole world I wasn’t done yet, but my body wouldn’t listen to me. It was like I was tied down inside myself while everything outside was burning.

And then it hit me, hard and cold, harder than anything else had tonight:

What if I don’t wake up at all?

What if this was it? 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

What if this stupid, messy, bloody summer was the last thing I ever got?

What if my entire life just ended like this?

No answers. No goodbye. No nothing.

Just dirt and blood and darkness and regrets eating me alive while the whole world kept spinning like I didn’t even matter.

What if Damon bled out back there and nobody even found him?

What if my pups—oh Goddess, my pups—what if they never even made it to see the moon because some lunatic with a grudge thought killing babies was fair revenge?

The whole time I just kept thinking about every stupid thing at once.

Then I heard it.

At first it did not even make sense.

Moans. Not pain moans either. Not someone-dying moans. Someone was fucking.

"Fuck! That’s it!"