Of pain.
Of need.
Because even now..especially now..I still wanted it.
But not from the man she thought.
I wanted to be bent over.
Split open.
Fucked senseless.
But not by some Beta.
Not by a soldier.
By the man who ruined my mind just by walking past me. The man whose voice left me wet for hours. The one who hadn’t even touched me and still made me break.
Damon.
Alpha.
Daddy.
But she didn’t know.
She crouched low, eye to eye with me, her breath hot in my skin.
“Don’t you f*****g dare tell anyone what you saw,” she hissed. “Especially not about me and the guard.”
“If you even breathe a word, Lyra,” she said, her voice sharp as glass, “I’ll tell everyone what you looked like when I caught you. The way your thighs were shaking. The mess between your legs. The f*****g look in
