Chapter 107

Lyra

But of course, she didn’t move.

Of course she didn’t let it go.

She scoffed so loudly. Her arms crossed tighter. Her face twisted up like she’d just swallowed a lemon. And then she went off—just like I knew she would.

“You were pathetic from the start,” she hissed, voice trembling now. “Throwing yourself around the house. Walking around in his shirt like you belonged there. Acting like your heat made you special. You’re not special. You’re just a desperate little slut who spread her legs for the first Alpha that growled at her.”

I stood still.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

My stomach twisted.

My chest rose and fell faster than it should’ve.

But I didn’t speak yet. Not yet.

Because she wasn’t done.

“And now you’re what?” she spat, her lip curling. “Hiding your phone like you’re not freaking out over something. Maybe you are pregnant who knows. Maybe you’ll be the next little sob story who drops out before se