Alpha’s Heart
~Lyra~
I have never seen Damon so pissed in my entire life, and I need you to understand that coming from me, that means something. This man gets angry like it’s his favorite hobby. He growls when he’s bored. He glares like a threat.
He snaps his teeth, and he walks into rooms with the energy of a loaded gun. But right now, right in front of me, he looks like something else entirely.
He looks like he could kill the moon goddess and still not be satisfied. He looks like a war that just found a reason to begin. And the worst part is, I have no idea what changed, only that one stupid phone call shattered everything.
I can’t even describe how terrifying it is to see a man like him freeze. It’s not the kind of stillness that means calm. It’s the kind that means blood is coming.
He doesn’t even speak at first. He just listens. And I can tell that whatever he’s hearing is the kind of bad that cracks the bones under your skin. His hand flexes around the phone.
His other hand is still slick with spit and precum from the blowjob I never got to finish, but even that hand starts to tremble.
His jaw ticks once. His nostrils flare. His whole body shifts like something inside him is breaking, and I know, in that horrible, awful way you just know things, that everything is about to go to hell.
“What the f**k do you mean it’s gone?” His voice isn’t loud. It doesn’t have to be. It comes out low and dangerous, like something dead is speaking through him. “No, you don’t get to f*****g tell me that. Say it again. Slowly.”
“The pack house?” Damon repeats, his voice sharper now, louder. “Are you telling me the f*****g pack house is gone?”
Gone. That’s what he said. The pack house is gone. I don’t even which one cause he has several ones. Was it the one I’ve been too? The one in another country? I don’t know how to process this but I know place was everything to him.
That was his home, his legacy, his power, his people. That was the place where he said I would raise our
pups, where I would learn to be Luna, where our lives were supposed to finally stop feeling so cursed. And
now he’s looking at the floor like he can see the fire in his mind, like he can already smell the smoke.
“I left it protected,” he growled into the phone, every word laced with fury. “I left men at the perimeter. I had every entrance locked. Don’t you f*****g tell me it was a freak accident. This was planned.”
His pacing starts again. The kind of movement that makes you want to curl into yourself because you don’t
know what’s coming, only that it’s bad.
He drags his hand through his hair and keeps it there for a second like maybe pulling his scalp will stop the
rage from swallowing him alive. But it doesn’t. Nothing will. He’s beyond reason. Beyond control.
“There were pups in that house,” he says, and this time I hear something in his voice that makes my chest
twist. “There were elders. Warriors.
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“That was my f*****g home,” he said, and for the first time since I met Damon Thornvale, the growling, terrifying, impossibly powerful Alpha who made me pregnant before I ever made it to college–I saw something underneath the anger. I saw pain. Real pain.
And it hit me like a slap to the chest because Damon doesn’t show pain. He eats it. He swallows it. He turns it into violence. But now? Now he just stood there with the phone still clutched in his hand, his chest rising and falling, and his jaw clenched like it was the only thing keeping him together.
He didn’t stop at those words. He kept going. He started talking, and not in the short, scary, clipped way he
usually does.
“That house wasn’t just a f*****g. building, Lyra. It was the soul of my pack. I spent ten f*****g years rebuilding it from the ground up after my father died.
“Every wall was put up with intention. Every brick meant something. I hand–picked the stone. I carved my crest above the entrance with my own blade. I planted trees around the courtyard for every pup born into our
protection. Do you hear me? Every f*****g pup.”
He was pacing now, and I didn’t dare move. I didn’t even breathe too loud. I stood there in the middle of the room, still completely naked, still aching from how badly I wanted him just minutes ago, but now shaking
from something deeper.
I had never seen him this wrecked. Never seen him this unguarded. His c**k was still hard, still slick, still twitching with need, but his voice was filled with blood. His hands were shaking. His energy was filling the
room like smoke before a fire.
“I bled on those floors,” Damon growled, his voice getting louder now. “I held dying warriors in my arms in that f*****g hallway. I kissed my mother’s hand goodbye on the steps of that altar. I buried my Beta’s wife beside that damn porch. I raised the children of the fallen in that house, Lyra. I fed them. I trained them. I made sure they knew they were safe, that they belonged somewhere sacred.”
“And now it’s gone. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to stop it. I wasn’t there to protect them. I was here.” His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and burning, and I didn’t flinch even though I felt like I should. “I was here, with my c**k in my hand, distracted by the only thing that’s ever made me lose control.”
I swallowed hard because I knew what he meant. He wasn’t blaming me, not really. But I was the reason he
wasn’t watching the cameras.
I was the reason he was off pack grounds. I was the reason he let himself feel human again, feel soft, feel pleasure, feel love. And in that time, someone came and burned his entire legacy to ash.
“I had guards at every post,” he went on, his voice tighter now, almost strangled. “I had shields. I had alarms. We were supposed to be safe. That place was supposed to last longer than I would. It was supposed to be the place I passed down to my sons. The place where I would teach them to shift, to fight, to lead.
He finally stopped pacing. Just stood there. Breathing hard. Looking like a god that just watched the world fall apart beneath his feet.
“And now I have nothing,” he said quietly. “Not one stone left standing. Not one body accounted for. I don’t
even know who’s alive, Lyra. I don’t know if they ran. If they fought. If they screamed.”
I wanted to touch him. I really did. I wanted to say something comforting and brave and grown–up, but I was eighteen and naked still dripping down my thighs from the blowjob I never finished, and none of that made
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me feel qualified to handle this moment. But I knew I had to say something, so I stepped forward, voice shaking as I tried to find mine.
“Damon,” I whispered, “we’ll rebuild it. Whatever it takes. I’ll help. I’m yours, remember? Wherever you go, I go.
“Wherever you go, I go,” I whispered, and I meant it with everything inside me. I didn’t care that I was eighteen.
I didn’t care that I was scared.I didn’t care about any of it. Because Damon was my Alpha. Damon was my man. Damon was the only person who had ever made me feel like I wasn’t a mistake, and I wasn’t going to let him walk through hell alone, not when I knew the whole sky had just come crashing down on top of him.
And then it happened.
He broke.
Damon didn’t fall to his knees. He didn’t scream. He didn’t throw anything. It wasn’t violent like I expected. It wasn’t explosive or loud or angry. It was quiet. It was slow. It was real.
His mouth opened. His eyes blinked like he didn’t know how to keep them from burning. His body trembled- just once–but I saw it. And then the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in my life unfolded right in front of
- me.
He burst into tears.
Not loud sobs. Not shaking or collapsing or curling into a ball. It was worse than that. It was one tear. Then another. And then another.
And then he brought his hands to his face and pressed his palms against his eyes like he could force the emotion back inside his skull, like if he just pushed hard enough, he could undo the grief that had finally cracked him wide open.
“I don’t know what to do, kitten,” he whispered. “I don’t know. I don’t f*****g know.“.
His voice broke on that last word, and it shattered something inside me that I didn’t know could break any
further.
Because I had never heard him say that before. Damon always knew. He was the man with the plans. The Alpha with the answers.
The predator who never lost control. But right now, standing there half–dressed and soaked in guilt and fear and love, he looked like a man who had just lost the world.
And I didn’t know how to fix it.
I didn’t know what to say.
So I did the only thing I could do, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around him. My body pressed against his. My head tucked under his chin. My heart against his chest. And I held him.
I held him while he cried. My big bad alpha was broken.
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