Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 207

~Lyra~

But of course, she didn’t move.

Of course she didn’t let it go.

She scoffed so loudly. Her arms crossed tighter. Her face twisted up like she’d just swallowed a lemon. And then she went off- just like I knew she would.

“You were pathetic from the start,” she hissed, voice trembling now. “Throwing yourself around the house. Walking around in his shirt like you belonged there. Acting like your heat made you special. You’re not special. You’re just a desperate little slut who spread her legs for the first Alpha that growled at her.”

I stood still.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

My stomach twisted.

My chest rose and fell faster than it should’ve.

But I didn’t speak yet. Not yet.

Because she wasn’t done.

“And now you’re what?” she spat, her lip curling. “Hiding your phone like you’re not freaking out over something. Maybe you are pregnant who knows.

Maybe you’ll be the next little sob story who drops out before second semester and shows up in a year with spit-up on your hoodie and a baby on your hip begging him to remember you. You really think he’ll stay? You think he wants you? Please.”

That was when I laughed.

Like actually laughed.

Loud. Sharp. Rude.

The kind of laugh that made both of her little friends blink and shift uncomfortably.

And then I looked her in the eye and stepped forward, close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to look at me, and I smiled the way only an Omega who’s been claimed can smile.

“You’re right,” I said sweetly, “I did walk around in his shirt. You know what else I did in that shirt? I moaned into it. I came in it. I bled my heat into it while he held me down and filled me so deep I couldn’t walk straight the next day.”

She flinched.

I kept going.

“Your breath stinks!” I snapped, heat rushing into my cheeks as I took a bold step forward. “Seriously, it’s like something died in your mouth, came back to life, and is now rotting all over again. I don’t know if it’s garlic or just jealousy decaying in your throat, but girl, it’s foul. So do us all a favor-get out of my way. Now.”

I felt my chest rising and falling too fast. My hands were clenched. My body was vibrating with tension, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t shrink. I stood straighter, chin up, heart pounding like a war drum. I looked Tasha dead in the eye, and I let my voice drop lower, cooler, sharper.

“I don’t think you want to get me angry.”

She blinked, looked me up and down, and then smirked. She looked like she was about to say something that she thought would hurt me, something she had stored up for weeks, but I was already prepared for it. I could see it coming.

Tasha was still stunned, her hand pressed to her cheek, her lips trembling. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. She had no idea what she’d just triggered.

“I have had enough of your insults, Tasha,” I said, my voice louder now, rising with the heat inside my veins. “Do you hear me? It’s choking me. It’s making me sick. You’ve always had a mouth. Always. Since I got to know you. You love to talk. You love to throw shade and act like you own the world because you were born into it with a rich daddy and an attitude problem.”

I stepped closer again. She didn’t move. Her eyes were wide. Her friends were frozen, watching the show with their mouths slightly open.

“But talk is cheap,” I went on. “Anyone can run their mouth. Anyone can throw insults and pretend to be a queen. But you? You never do anything. You never move. You never fight. You just talk.”

I raised my brows at her and tilted my head.

“Why don’t you do something instead of flapping your lips like a busted ceiling fan, huh?” I challenged, my voice drenched in disgust. “You can’t, can you? You know why?”

I leaned in, just enough for her to hear me breathe.

“Because your dad would rip your tongue from your mouth and tie it around your neck like a bow the second you laid a finger on me.”

I let those words hang in the air like smoke.

“You know he can, right?” I added, just for good measure. “You know what he is. What he does. What he would do to protect me. So fuck off, Tasha. Before you push me-or him-any further.”

There was silence.