Chapter 166: Chapter 166
Lyra
Damon nodded once, satisfied like a lion after a kill, and then casually—so casually I wanted to scream—he looked down at the crumpled, bloodied body on the floor like it was trash beneath his boots and said—
"Good. Now call your cleaners."
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t think.
I could only stand there with my whole soul shaking and my body still humming like a struck tuning fork. My knees wanted to collapse. My heart wanted to escape my chest. My heat was still burning, still pulling, still dripping out of
in hot little waves every ti I clenched my thighs. Which was every two seconds.
And then he looked at .
He looked at
like he was still hungry.
Like I wasn’t done.
Like this was just halfti.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak loud. He didn’t ask for permission or check to see if I could walk.
He leaned in and muttered, all low and filthy and full of wreckage—
"Let’s go, kitten."
And I swear—
Fuck.
Just that one word tore through
like a second orgasm. A ntal one. An emotional one. My whole body reacted. I moaned without moaning. My breath shuddered out of
and I had to squeeze my fists just to stay upright. I wanted to drop to my knees right there in front of everyone and beg him to take
again.
He walked.
I followed.
And the hallway stayed parted, like he was Moses and I was the water and we had just committed a sin so great even the walls were too scared to breathe.
There you have it, folks.
Yup. That’s how my first day of school went. Not a cute little walk to horoom. Not a shy girl with her books pressed to her chest and a fresh pen to take notes in Algebra.
Crazy, right?
Like if soone had told
this morning, "Hey Lyra, don’t bother packing a lunch today because you’ll be too busy getting fucked into a public surface while your mate turns the hallway into a cri scene," I probably would’ve laughed. I probably would’ve put on a cuter bra. Or worn heels. Or done a little more lip gloss.
And the truth?
The sick, twisted, delicious truth?
I fucking loved it.
Every second. Every sound. Every secondhand gasp and flinch and drop of silence. I loved the way his voice shook the walls. I loved the way his hands held
like I’d fall apart if he didn’t claim .
Tell
you wouldn’t want to be .
Go ahead. Say it with your whole chest.
Say you wouldn’t want to be the girl who moaned "Daddy" in front of a row of lockers and made the scariest Alpha alive lose control.
You can’t say it, can you?
You want it.
I see you. Don’t pretend. Don’t lie.
You want to be the one he calls kitten. You want to be the reason he snaps necks and shatters skulls and spits threats so hot the floor trembles. You want to be the one who walks beside him, ruined and radiant and branded with his scent so deep even the Goddess herself can’t wash it off.
But you’re not.
Bitch, you’re single. Hahaha
And I’m not just taken. I’m fucking claid. I’m marked. I’m mated. I’m dripping. I’m branded by the kind of dominance you don’t co back from. I’m the one walking beside Alpha Damon while the hallway stays parted like the seas, and every eye watches
like I’m a walking, breathing, moaning warning label.
And the best part?
That was just the beginning.
So if you’re still reading, move on to the next Chapter.
Because guess what?
Now I’m going to dominate the pack.
Yeah. You heard
right.
I’m walking in like a Luna. Not because they gave
the title but because I earned it.
And who knows? We might fuck again after.
Honestly, knowing him? We definitely will.
Right after the eting. Maybe during. Maybe on the Alpha Council table while the old n watch in horror.
Haha. Oh, I know what you’re thinking.
Don’t even try to deny it.
You’re horny, bitch.
I can feel it. I can see it. You’ve been squirming since the first ti he pinned
to the locker and told
not to move. You’ve been clenching your thighs every ti I ntion his knot. Your eyes widened when I said his cum was still leaking out of . Don’t lie. You’ve probably got your phone in one hand and your other hand already sliding into your waistband.
It’s okay.
I get it.
So do what you need to do.
Go touch yourself. Go get a fucking vibrator and fuck that pussy of yours. Rub that needy little clit. Slide your fingers in. Moan out loud.
Pretend it’s your body he’s pinning, your pussy he’s stretching, your heat he’s flooding. Touch yourself while I drip and shake and beg him to knot
again.
You need to cum.
I want you to cum.
I want your legs to shake. I want your throat to go dry. I want your whole body to pulse with it. I want you to feel everything I felt when he buried himself so deep inside
I forgot I ever existed without him.Scream into your pillow and beg the universe to send you your own Damon Thornvale. And when you’re done? Co back.
Because this story isn’t finished.
Not even close.
Click on the next Chapter and watch
walk into that pack eting like the Luna I was born to be.
Now hurry up and flip the page.
Your dirty little Luna has more chaos to cause.
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