Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 272

"Your mother is literally right there and you are acting like this is nothing, like carrying me upside down is completely normal, but it is not! Nothing about this is normal! Tell her who I am right now or I swear I will scream until the whole house knows my name!"

His growl ripped through the hall, vibrating against my ribs. "Keep running that filthy little mouth of yours in front of my mother and I swear, tomorrow will not come before I deal with you first."

I twisted on his shoulder, clawing at his back, my hair flying in every direction, and the words just poured out of me, louder and faster with every breath.

"Ma’am, please! Please, help me! I am begging you! Do you see what your son is doing to me? He is carrying me like I am a bag of groceries! I swear I did not agree to this, I am not a volunteer in some circus act! I have legs, I can walk, I promise I know how to walk on my own two feet.

"He is kidnapping me in your own house, right in front of you! You are his mother, aren’t you supposed to stop him? Please, I am not crazy, I am not usually upside down like this, I swear I am a very respectable person when I am right side up!"

Damon’s grip on me tightened like steel, but I was too far gone to stop.

I was flailing my arms, kicking my legs, shrieking like a banshee because if anyone was going to save me from this humiliation, it had to be his mother.

"I am begging you, ma’am, I am too young to die of embarrassment. I am only eighteen, I have a whole life ahead of me, and if this continues I will not survive it. Your son is insane! He is crazy! Do you see this? Argh! Your son is going to kill me with humiliation! Please tell him to put me down before my brain falls out of my head from all the blood rushing this way!"

And then I heard it. The most glorious, heavenly words I had ever heard in my entire life, delivered in the calmest, most motherly voice that made me want to cry with joy.

"Damon, child, drop the girl down."

I froze for half a second and then screamed like I had just won the lottery. "Yes! Thank you, ma’am! Thank you, Goddess bless you, you are the only sane person in this house! Do you hear that, Damon?

"Your mother said drop me down! She is your mother, you cannot disobey her, so put me down right now before I combust into flames of shame and regret. Please, please, please, I beg you, let me down so I can look like a human being again instead of an upside down chicken!"

Damon growled deep in his chest, and I could feel the vibration against my stomach. He muttered through clenched teeth, his voice rough with irritation. "Mum, not now."

"Not now?" I screamed again, pounding his back with my fists. "What do you mean not now? She is your mother! She literally told you to drop me down!

"Are you insane? Do you want to get cursed for disobedience? Damon, put me down! She outranks you! She created you! The least you can do is listen to her and put your poor, humiliated girlfriend down before I die right here on your shoulder!"

His mother’s voice came again, firmer this time. "Damon. Drop. The. Girl."

I gasped dramatically, clinging to his back as if my life depended on it. "Did you hear that? She said it again! I told you, Damon, you cannot fight your mother. No wolf in the world can fight his mother. It is like, a universal law! Please just put me down before she gets angry and I get blamed for it because you refuse to listen!"

I was practically bouncing with hope when his mother told him again to drop me down. I thought for sure I was saved. I thought he would listen, that he would finally obey the one person in the world no son ever dares disobey.

But Damon only growled low in his chest, the sound making my stomach clench, and he answered her without even breaking his stride.

"No, Mum.

"Arghhhh!?" I screamed, my voice cracking so hard it echoed off the walls. "What do you mean no? You cannot just tell your mother ’tomorrow.’ She literally told you to put me down!

"Do you even hear yourself? Oh my God, I cannot believe you! Do you know how many boys in this world would be struck dead on the spot for ignoring their mothers like this?

But Damon did not listen. He carried me up the staircase with the same calm, powerful strides, my body bouncing against his shoulder while I kept thrashing and ranting like some possessed child.

He did not say a word until we reached the top of the stairs. He shoved the bedroom door open with his shoulder, strode inside, and then dropped me down on the bed like I was nothing

I I gasped, sprawling on the sheets with my hair a mess, my face red, my chest heaving. Before I could even scramble up, he shut the door behind him with a slam and turned the lock with a click.

My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own thoughts when his shadow fell over me. He took one step closer.

"You think my mother will save you? Cute."