Chapter 104

Lyra

Oh, my God.

The second he said that—”Beg me, kitten”—I swear I nearly came. No, like, actually. My knees wobbled. My throat went dry. My pussy clenched around nothing so hard I whimpered out loud, and not in some fake girly way. It was raw. Desperate. Real.

Because fuck, do you know what it does to a girl when an Alpha says that with his mouth brushing your ear and his hand still wrapped tight around your throat like he’s deciding whether to kiss you or kill you?

And when that Alpha is your best friend’s father?

When his blood is still on his shirt and the echo of his slap is still in the walls?

When you’re 18, soaked, shirtless, high off heat and violence and the fact that you just stood naked in his house and told his entire fucking family to get out while your thighs were literally dripping?

Yeah. I broke.

“Ohhh fuck,” I whispered, breathless, broken, brain short-circuiting from how hard he was gripping my neck and how s