Breed Me Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 304

~Damon~

I will tell you the truth. Lying here in my own blood, I thought this was it. I thought this was the end.

When that blade drove into my side, when I smelled the silver in my own veins, when I felt the ground rise up to meet me because my body could no longer hold itself upright, I thought my story stopped here, in this dirt, under this moon, with Darren’s grin carved into my memory like the last cruel joke before death.

But dying is not as quiet as they tell you it is. No one ever talks about the noise.

The pounding of your own pulse in your ears. The sound of your breath dragging in and out of lungs that no longer want to cooperate.

The rushing in your head that makes you feel like you are underwater, sinking fast, while the world above you keeps moving. And then there was his voice. My wolf. (Damon.) He did not yell. He does not need to. His voice cut through everything, the ringing in my ears, the pounding of my heart.

I told him the truth the same way I will tell you now. “We are dying,” I said. I could not speak it out loud because my mouth barely worked, but in my head, the words were there. Honest. “Do you understand me? This is the end.”

He went very quiet after that. He let the words sit there like he was giving me the chance to hear how pathetic they sounded out loud.

And then, in that low, dangerous tone that has lived in my blood my entire life, he said, (Do not insult me with that kind of talk again.)

I almost laughed. Even half —dead, I almost laughed, because only my wolf would sound irritated instead of afraid while I was bleeding out into the soil.

“I cannot feel my legs,” I told him. “I can barely breathe. The silver is in my blood. You know what that means. Healing is impossible. This is not like every other fight we have walked away from. This is the one that kills us.”

(You sound like a man already digging his own grave. Do you know what that does to me? Do you know what it feels like for me to hear the Alpha I was born to serve speak like a coward ready to surrender?)

“I am no coward,” I snapped because even half —dead I would not let anyone, not even the voice inside my own head, name me that.

(Then stop talking like one!) he roared so loudly in my skull that my entire body jerked on the ground even though I could barely move.

(You think this ends here? You think one knife, one night, one traitorous brother is enough to finish us? Look at me, Damon. Look at what we are. We have torn through armies. We have painted cities in blood. We have stood on bones and ash and called it victory, and now you want to tell me this is where we fall? This little betrayal? This handful of rogues and people you banished crawling out of the dark? Do not insult me.)

“You felt that blade the same way I did,” I told him. “You felt it sink into us over and over until we hit the ground. You feel the silver burning through every vein right now. Do not stand there and tell me this body is not finished because we both know it is.”