Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man Chapter 55: I Am Not Gay

Reed POV

"You... you don’t have to do that. I’m... I’m a girl. Disguised as a guy," she said—ekly, softly, like the confession itself weighed more than her skin could carry.

And just like that—

The room stopped breathing.

My heartbeat paused.

Even my damn wolf froze mid-step in my mind, ears forward, silence thick like fog choking the trees.

She’s... a girl?

My foot halted mid-air.

I stared at her—no, her—the curve of her chest still barely hidden by her trembling arms, her eyes wide and pleading. Not for rcy. Not for release. But for understanding.

But I wasn’t understanding.

I was unraveling.

Every fucking piece I’d boxed up and nailed shut started rattling loose.

She’s not a boy with boobs.

Not so cursed mix of both.

She’s a girl.

A female who tricked . Lied to . Hid herself in the skin of sothing I thought I could control. Soone I thought I understood.

"Are you..." I started, but my throat was too dry to finish.

She looked away.

Not a lie, my wolf whispered, almost reverently. She told us. She gave the truth.

"A girl?"

The words left my mouth like they burned my tongue.

I didn’t believe it.

No—I refused to believe it.

This had to be a trick.

So sick, twisted joke from the universe. From the goddess. From her.

She crouched there like a trembling creature, eyes wide, chest heaving—boobs still clumsily hidden behind crossed arms and sha. But her voice, that soft shaky confession... it didn’t sound like a lie.

It sounded like surrender.

My wolf growled low in my head, pacing, restless—but not angry. No, he was... listening.

I wasn’t.

I couldn’t.

"You expect to believe that?" I snapped, taking a step forward, voice low, sharp like broken glass. "That you’re so innocent little girl in disguise? Just playing dress-up with your chest wrapped up and your scent all fucked up on purpose?"

Her flinch was subtle. Almost missable.

Almost.

"You’ve been lying since the beginning," I hissed. "Acting like so smart-mouthed little shit—getting in my way, running your mouth, hiding this—" My hand gestured toward her body, shaking. "Why?"

She didn’t answer.

I didn’t want her to.

Because the silence ant maybe I didn’t have to face the way my gut twisted. The way my wolf watched her. Not with hunger. Not with rage. But with... sothing else.

And I didn’t want to na that sothing.

I wasn’t supposed to want anything from her.

Not from a filthy, lying human. Not from soone who wrapped their truth up in layers of deception. Not from—

Soone who made my hands itch when I wasn’t touching them.

Soone who made my chest feel wrong when she wasn’t near.

Soone who...

Fuck.

What the hell was happening to ?

"What else are you hiding?" I asked again, softer this ti, but not gentler. My voice was colder now. Deader. Like sothing in didn’t want her to answer. Didn’t want to hear sothing that would drag deeper into the abyss I was skirting.

Because if she gave the truth—

And if that truth fit too well—

I wasn’t sure what I’d beco next.

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She’s a girl.

A fucking girl.

Relief surged through like a drug I didn’t ask for but desperately needed.

My lungs rembered how to breathe. My skin stopped crawling. My gut stopped trying to claw its way out of my body.

I’m not gay.

I’m not gay.

Gods, for days—maybe weeks—I thought I was slipping. Falling into so deviant spiral of twisted desire I couldn’t explain. Wanting him—her—touching her, dreaming of her.

And now...

Now it makes sense. Now it’s allowed.

But then—rage. Blistering. Burning. Tearing through my veins like acid.

Because she did this to .

She made think I was broken. Defective. A man who wanted another man.

She had pacing in my own mind like a caged animal, questioning everything I was, everything I knew. Had thinking the universe was spitting on —laughing as I fell for a boy with boobs.

She made doubt myself.

And the worst part?

I still want her.

Not because I’m relieved, not because I’ve found so sick excuse—but because sothing in chose her before the truth was revealed.

And that—

That’s the part that won’t shut up.

Because if I wanted her when I thought she was sothing else, soone else, so wrongness wrapped in a lie... then what the fuck does that say about ?

My wolf’s quiet now. Too quiet. Like he’s waiting. Watching. Like he’s already made peace with the chaos and just needs to catch up.

But I don’t want peace.

I want to burn this whole confusion out of my system. I want to scream at her. I want to grab her and shake her and demand she undo all the damage she caused inside .

Because I’m not fucking broken.

She is.

And she made believe I was.

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I wasn’t gay.

And she wasn’t a boy.

But can you really fucking bla for needing to see it with my own eyes?

Yeah, my wolf had already confird it—low, gruff certainty in the back of my mind "she’s telling the truth". But that wasn’t enough. Not after everything.

You try living with this maddening chaos for weeks—waking up hard, dreaming of him—her—whatever.

Thinking you’ve lost it. Thinking you’ve changed. That maybe everything you thought you were—was a lie.

I ca to terms with it.

With being gay. For him.

I rewrote the rules of who I am because I couldn’t stay away.

And now she says she’s a girl.

Just like that.

You expect to accept it?

Just accept it?

No.

I needed to see.

Needed proof.

Because so sick, twisted part of thought: What if this is still a ga? What if this is just another lie to manipulate , to make drop my guard?

I had to know—had to strip away every shred of doubt.

Because this wasn’t about her body.

This was about reclaiming control of my fucking reality.

I didn’t trust anything—not her scent, not her voice, not even my own wolf.

So yeah. I had to see if she had a dick.

I had to.

Because you don’t un-break a brain overnight.

You don’t erase madness with a whispered confession.

You tear the truth out with your own hands.

And maybe, just maybe, once it’s raw and exposed—you can finally breathe again.