Chapter 74

Lyra

I stood there at the top of the stairs watching them argue—watching their hands move, their mouths open, their bodies tense—and honestly, it felt like I couldn’t hear a single fucking thing.

Their lips were moving, but the words weren’t landing. They weren’t even making it to my ears. It was like someone turned the volume of the whole world down to zero and left me trapped in a bubble of silence, in a house that suddenly didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore.

Because she kissed him.

She fucking kissed him.

She put her lips on his like she owned him. Like she had the right. Like he hadn’t been inside me less than an hour ago. Like I wasn’t still limping from the way he split me open with his knot, still aching from how full he left me, still dripping down my thighs like I was some ruined little thing marked and claimed and destroyed.

And there she was.

Putting her mouth on him like she was coming home to her man.

God. W