Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 331

Damin

A Year And Half Later.

The sun was not even up yet, and already I could feel it in my bones that my house had turned into a war zone. You learn to recognize the signs when you live with four pups and a wife who could talk a saint into committing murder.

It started with Lyra’s voice carrying down the hallway, that sweet, fake-patient tone she only used when she was about five seconds away from snapping someone’s neck.

Then came the sound of a baby’s screech, sharp enough to make me wince and powerful enough that the entire pack probably heard it echo through the damn walls.

I pushed open the nursery door and was greeted by pure chaos. Not a little chaos. Not the kind you can laugh off. I mean full-scale destruction, tiny bodies in rebellion, toys on the floor like landmines, and in the center of it all stood my stubborn little demon spawn, Leo.

He was not wearing his clothes. No, of course not. He was wearing my shirt. My actual black shirt. Not a baby-sized version. Not one of those little wolf onesies Lyra insists on buying with sparkles and moons and stars.

My real shirt, dragging to his ankles, swallowing him whole like he was some miniature cult leader. He clutched the collar with that same glare I use when someone owes me money and pretends they forgot.

Lyra spun on me, her hair sticking to her cheek, her eyes blazing with anger that should have burned the whole damn room down. She jabbed her finger toward Leo like she was presenting evidence in court. "He won’t change. Damon. He refuses. Handle your son."

I crossed my arms because clearly this was not a problem, and said, "What’s wrong with him wearing my shirt? Looks good on him. Man’s got taste."

Her jaw dropped like I had just sided with the enemy. "Taste? Damon, he looks like a cult member. We have family pictures today! Pictures! Do you want our children immortalized as tiny criminals in oversized black robes?"

Leo narrowed his little eyes at me with all the defiance in the world. And then..swear to the Goddess..he smirked. My chest filled with a pride I could not contain. "That’s my boy. Already knows how to piss his mother off. A true Thornvale."

"Damon," Lyra snapped, practically hissing, "fix it."

I crouched in front of him because eye contact matters, even when you are negotiating with a toddler. "Alright, Leo. You want to be a man? You wear the shirt. Daddy approves. Alpha decision. Case closed."

He nodded so seriously you’d think I just knighted him. Lyra groaned like she was being tortured.

Before she could unload on me, another scream split the air. This time it was Mia, my daughter, sitting pretty in her chair with her arms folded and her plate of food untouched.

Mia just sat there like a queen holding court, glaring at the food as though it had personally insulted her.

"She will not eat," Lyra hissed through her teeth. "She has been sitting there like this for thirty minutes."

I stalked over, crouched again, and leveled her with my Alpha stare. "Mia. Eat your food now!"

She blinked once. Blinked again. Then, slowly—too slowly—she shook her head.

Excuse me? Did my own child just defy me? I leaned closer, lowering my voice. "Do not test me, little wolf. Eat. The. Food."

She narrowed her eyes and growled. Not cried. Not whimpered. Growled. Like a tiny Alpha in training, like a challenge tossed at my feet.

Lyra immediately burst out laughing, practically falling against the couch. "Oh my Goddess, Damon. She has your glare. She is literally you in baby form."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and muttered, "I am not raising my own enemies in this house. First Leo steals my shirt, now Mia gives me my own death glare. What is next, Lyra, what is next?"

I did not have to wait long for my answer.

Because that is when Luca and Aaron, my quiet ones, decided to lean back in their chair, tilt their little head toward the ceiling, and unleash a howl.

Not a baby cry. Not a whine. A real, bone-deep wolf howl that rattled the damn windows. For half a second his eyes flashed gold, and tiny claws popped from his chubby little hands, shredding his blanket in two like it was paper.

Lyra gasped, clutching my arm like she needed me to keep her from fainting. "Damon. They are showing signs already."

I grinned like a lunatic because to me this was the best news of the entire day. "Perfect. Perfect little wolves. That is my bloodline. That is exactly what I want to see."

"Perfect?" she shrieked. "He just destroyed a blanket. Damon, he is not even walking properly yet and you are thrilled he has claws?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "I am absolutely thrilled."