Chapter 129

Lyra

“Why are you so mean to me?” I sobbed, my voice cracking like a freaking earthquake was about to erupt from my throat.

I smacked his bare chest with my open palm… more than once. Not enough to hurt him, because obviously that man is built like a statue carved by horny gods—but enough to let him know I was deeply offended, betrayed, and emotionally spiraling into an Alpha-induced meltdown.

“You don’t even care about me! You just care about your stupid legacy and your stupid Alpha pride and your stupid pups inside me that won’t even let me eat spicy food without vomiting or leaking milk through my shirt or falling asleep in the middle of cartoons!”

I was wailing now. Wailing. My face was blotchy. My lips were trembling. And I was pretty sure my brain had melted into a hormonal soup of sobs and overthinking. But I didn’t care. I was on a roll. I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave.

“You don’