Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 159

~Lyra~

I blinked so hard I nearly knocked my contact lens out, and I swear for a second, I forgot how to fucking breathe. Because no. No.

There was no way. There was no damn way the universe had the audacity, the absolute fuck-you nerve to put him in my path again, not after everything that happened, not after that party, not after Damon literally threatened to dismember anyone who looked at me too long. I mean, what the actual hell?

This boy, this walking red flag of sex and danger and smug grins, was standing right in front of me in the same damn uniform as me, like this was some kind of joke.

Like the universe thought it’d be funny to drop him in my school like a grenade inside a pencil case. And oh my God, he was smiling.

The same fucking smile. The one he gave me right before he leaned in that night and sniffed me like I was a hot plate of jollof rice. What kind of psycho does that? Who does that at a party?

And now?

Now he had the audacity-the unholy confidence-to look at me like we were friends. Like we had history. Like he knew things about me.

And now he was here.

In my school.

“Oh hi, Omega. You’re not on heat today.”

That’s what he said.

That’s literally what he said to me.

In the hallway.

At 8:17 a.m.

While other students were still drinking Milo and arguing over who stole whose pen.

I stared at him like he’d grown two heads. Or like one of them was already halfway between my legs. Because what kind of psychopath says something like that so casually?

Like, bro. Be fucking serious. I just got out of Damon’s car ten seconds ago with my thighs still shaking and my insides basically saying thank you, Daddy, and now you want to pull up and sniff my hormone levels in the hallway?

“Do I look like I’m on heat?” I hissed, crossing my arms and backing up slightly even though my treacherous body was not getting the memo that we hate this boy. No, my body was out here tingling and pulsing and warming up like it wanted a second round of chaos. Bitch. Calm down.

He just grinned like he could hear my thoughts. Like he knew what I was feeling. And that only pissed me off more.

I choked.

Not literally. But almost. Because that voice? That voice? It was sin dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with audacity. “You’re disgusting,” I muttered, turning to leave because I could already feel the heat crawling up the back of my neck and if I stayed one more second I was going to say something I’d regret-or worse, something I’d moan.

But he didn’t let me walk away. Of course not. Because this boy was a certified problem. A chaotic, sexy, terrible problem. “What’s wrong, Omega?” he called after me, voice low and lazy. “Your Alpha didn’t fuck the brat out of you this morning?”

I stopped walking.

I spun around on my heel so fast I almost tripped, marched back up to him like I was about to throw hands-and maybe I was –but then he leaned down slightly, smirked again, and whispered:

“You smell like him.”

I blinked.

“What?” I breathed.