~Lyra~
“Why are you so mean to me?” I sobbed, my voice cracking like a freaking earthquake was about to erupt from my throat.
I smacked his bare chest with my open palm..more than once. Not enough to hurt him, because obviously that man is built like a statue carved by horny gods-but enough to let him know I was deeply offended, betrayed, and emotionally spiraling into an Alpha-induced meltdown.
“You don’t even care about me! You just care about your stupid legacy and your stupid Alpha pride and your stupid pup inside me that won’t even let me eat spicy food without vomiting or leaking milk through my shirt or falling asleep in the middle of cartoons!”
I was wailing now. Wailing. My face was blotchy. My lips were trembling. And I was pretty sure my brain had melted into a hormonal soup of sobs and overthinking. But I didn’t care. I was on a roll. I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave.
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“You don’t even understand what it’s like!” I cried, clutching a throw pillow to my chest like it could absorb my trauma. You’re not the one who has to waddle around with heavy boobs and aching hips and a full bladder every thirty seconds! You’re not the one who has to cry at diaper commercials or get aroused by the smell of waffles or scream into a pillow because you don’t even understand what’s going on with you”
He tried to speak. I cut him off immediately with another burst of tears and a very dramatic flop backward onto the bed. “And now you want to homeschool me? On a yacht? While I’m leaking milk and missing prom and not even getting a senior quote in the yearbook because apparently I’m now a full-time Omega breeder with no rights or personal freedom or teenage memories left?! Damon! That is evil! That is genuinely evil! I hope your knot falls off in the middle of a board meeting!”
He exhaled.. Like a man who had dealt with hurricanes before and was now watching one scream into satin sheets.
I sniffled. I hiccupped. I wailed again.
“You said you love me,” I cried, my voice cracking like a damn thunderstorm, “but you’re ruining my life! I’m just a baby! I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t know how to be a mother! I haven’t even gone to college yet!
He moved toward me again.
I sat up, wild-eyed and red-faced and snot-nosed like a goddamn chaotic disaster.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, clutching the blanket to my chest like it could stop him. “I mean it! I’m mad at you! I’m mad and I’m emotional and I have back pain and nipple pain and heart pain and you don’t get to fix it with your stupid perfect hands and your big dumb body and your weirdly gentle aftercare that makes me fall in love with you even when I’m trying to be mad!”
He said nothing.
So naturally, I started crying again.
“I hate you!” I sobbed. “I love you so much and I hate you so much and I want to bite you and cuddle you at the same time and
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