Chapter 90

Lyra

Do you know what it feels like to walk into a room full of the most powerful, ancient, snarling, superiority-complex-having Alphas in the fucking country with dried cum on your inner thighs, a limp in your step, and your heart still echoing the last time he called you kitten? I’ll tell you. It feels like stepping into a holy place while still reeking of sin.

Like crashing a funeral covered in glitter and orgasms. Like flipping off a room full of priests while wearing nothing but lace. And the worst part? Or maybe the best, depending on how messed up you are inside? I loved it.

I was high. Not on drugs, not on alcohol—on power. On heat. On sex. On Damon.

The council room was colder than I expected. Maybe because the windows were shut, or maybe because they all looked like they’d rather die than have an Omega in their presence unless she was serving tea or getting fucked to make heirs.

And yet there I was, walking in like the floor belonged to