Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 195

Lyra

“What the hell?!” Tasha screamed, her voice cracking like glass under pressure. Her hands flew to her head, fingers clutching at her curls like she was physically trying to keep her sanity from spilling out of her skull.

“You’ve always been drawn to him? What the fuck are you saying right now?! You’re telling me you’ve been thinking about my dad? Since before summer? Since before you even shifted?!”

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t fake another soft, guilty apology like I had anything left to give her.

I stared her dead in the face, trembling, flushed, wet between my legs, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own voice.

“Yes,” I said, and my voice came out steady, sharp, and unapologetic. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

She looked like she was going to pass out.

“Are you hearing yourself?” she snapped. “You were just a kid. And you were getting off to my dad? What kind of sick freak does that, Lyra?!”

“You think I didn’t try to fight it?” I snapped back, taking a step toward her, my blood boiling, my thighs soaked, my shame turning into fuel. “You think I didn’t lie awake at night, hating myself for the way my body reacted every time he walked into a room? You think I wanted this? That I planned it? I didn’t. But the second I shifted, the second the bond snapped into place, it all made fucking sense.”

Tasha laughed short and sharp and bitter like broken teeth.

“Oh, it made sense?” she mocked. “That’s your excuse? ‘It made sense.’ Jesus fucking Christ. You’re disgusting. You’re broken. You’re a little slut with no self-control and a god complex because your stupid scent made an old man hard.”

That one hit me.

Not because she was wrong.

But because she was too right.

And I liked it.

“I am a slut,” I hissed. “His slut. And he doesn’t need control when I’m already on my knees begging for his knot.”

“Stop it!” she shrieked, tears flying down her cheeks. “You’re talking about my father! The man who raised me! You’re standing here, saying you’ve been touching yourself to the thought of him since before I even invited you to this house!”

“I used to hear his voice from the hallway and get wet,” I said, trembling. “I used to picture what he’d do if I tripped in front of him. If he caught me coming out of the bathroom in a towel. I used to stare at his hands during dinner and wonder how it’d feel if he wrapped them around my throat.”

Tasha made a gagging sound, stumbling back like she was choking on her own spit.

“I hate you,” she whispered. “You’re evil. You’re actually fucking evil.”

“You noticed it,” I said, stepping closer, my voice rising. “You saw the way he looked at me at dinner. You saw the way I blushed when he walked in shirtless. You saw how I fidgeted when he said my name. You saw everything-you just didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think someone like your boring, stupid best friend could be the reason your dad’s eyes lit up for the first time in years.”

“Shut up,” she said, voice cracking.

“No,” I growled. “You shut up. I spent years shrinking myself to make space for you. I was always ‘Tasha’s friend.’ Never Lyra. Never enough. Just the extra. The backup. The quiet girl who listened while you bragged about your boyfriends, your life, your everything. And now that I finally have something that’s mine-truly mine-you want to scream and call me evil? You want to slap me because the Moon gave me something you can’t have?”

She stared at me like she didn’t even recognize who I was anymore.

Good.

Because I didn’t either.

“You want to talk about Marcus?” I laughed bitterly. “You think I cared when you slept with him? I didn’t. Not because I was jealous. But because I knew no matter how many boys you fucked, no matter how many names you collected in your phone, none of them could ever compare to him. Your father. My Alpha. The one who looks at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered.”

“You’re delusional,” she hissed. “You’re a fucking Omega in heat, and you let it ruin your brain.”