Chapter 103

Lyra

“Come here, kitten.”

The second those words rolled out of his mouth, slow and deep and thick with that Alpha growl he knows drives me insane, my thighs clenched so hard I swear I saw stars for a second.

My entire body responded instantly. My breath caught, my nipples tightened against his shirt, and my pussy? My pussy pulsed like it had just been called by name.

But I didn’t move.

Oh, no.

I didn’t fucking move an inch.

Instead, I stood there in the middle of the room, barefoot and flushed and soaked with the aftershock of war and lust and pride, and I stared at him with a smile on my face that was far too sweet to be innocent.

“You want me to come to you?” I asked, letting the words drag out of my mouth like honey over a blade. “Just like that? After everything I just did? After I turned your ex into a broken sobbing mess and made your daughter cry in front of you like she was six again?”

He didn’t answer. Not with wo