Chapter 180

War POV

After two straight hours of trying to block out the circus act happening next door—moans, groans, skin slapping, and Niko’s ridiculous fucking whimpering—I’m ready to put a bullet through my own head.

I guess the whole fuck-fest is them “making up” after Alyssa gave them the silent treatment all day.

Fucking simps.

And—wait. Did I seriously just hear Niko call her “Mistress?”

She can make us call her anything she wants, Logan purrs, already halfway to panting like a dog in rut.

My jaw ticks.

The worst part? My cock twitches at the sound of her moans bleeding through the wall. No matter how many times I tell Logan to shut the fuck up, no matter how much I hate the noise preventing me from sleeping—my hand still slips under the waistband of my sweats.

I close my eyes and conjure the only version of her I can stomach right now without completely hating myself.

Not pregnant. Not tangled in her freak show. Just Alyssa.