Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 40

~Lily~

The second my eyes met Connor’s I knew. I was finished. Like, game over, collect your things, thank you for playing, Lily, now prepare to die. Fuck.

My whole body froze, but not just froze..no, it was worse than that. It was like every nerve inside me remembered who I belonged to, remembered who owned me, remembered who could break me with one look, and they all screamed at once.

I couldn’t breathe. Oh God, I couldn’t breathe. My lungs just… stopped. And the way he was looking at me? Not even looking, devouring.

Like he was already peeling back skin to see the bones of my betrayal. I wasn’t even doing anything! I didn’t touch Rafael, I didn’t kiss him, I didn’t even understand what he said in Spanish, but oh my God, Connor didn’t care. Connor never cares about “technicalities.” In his head, I was already guilty.

My wolf groaned inside me. You’re fucked, Lily. Completely, absolutely, undeniably fucked. Start digging your own grave, maybe he’ll bury you faster.

And the worst part? I believed her.

I’mean, how was I supposed to survive this? He was standing there like a nightmare in human form, voice dripping with that terrifying calm, calling me pumpkin like it wasn’t a pet name but a goddamn sentence.

“Who do we have here?” he said, and my stomach dropped to my knees. Who do we have here. Like I had brought home a stray dog and he was deciding whether to kick it or shoot it.

I could feel sweat rolling down my spine. My palms were damp. My fork was rattling against the plate like it was trying to run away from me. And Rafael – stupid, beautiful Rafael – had the audacity, the pure suicidal courage, to talk back to him.

“And who the fuck are you, mister? Huh? Who the fuck do you think you you are!”

I swear my soul left my body. My soul packed a suitcase, booked a flight, and said “good luck, girl.”

Connor smiled. That slow, sharp, dangerous smile that means blood is coming. “Who am I?” he said, and oh my God, I wanted to scream at Rafael to shut up, shut up, shut up, because Connor was about to monologue him into the afterlife.

And of course Connor started talking. And once Connor starts talking, he doesn’t stop. He talks with his mouth, with his eyes, with the pressure of his hand against the table like the wood itself was begging for mercy.

He talks with his wolf snarling inside him, and I could feel it through the bond, feel it rattling in my own chest, that savage voice demanding blood, demanding me, demanding everything.

My thighs pressed together under the table, and I hated myself for it. Why now? Why when he was about to explode? Why was my body trembling, not just in fear but in that other way, that dangerous way, that way that made me want to hide under the tablecloth and never come out?

Because you like it, my wolf hissed, smug. You like him like this. You like being caught. You like when he’s dangerous. You like when the whole room freezes and he only looks at you. Don’t lie to yourself.

I swallowed hard, my tongue tripping over itself before I could even try to speak.

“Connor, I- we were just..”

Oh my God, my voice cracked. No, not just cracked, it broke like glass under a truck. The second I opened my mouth, I knew it was over. I should’ve shut up. should’ve just sat there silent, let him do whatever scary mafia–wolf–alpha thing he was about to do, but no, my dumb brain decided to betray me with words.

We were just what, Lily? my wolf snapped inside my head. Just flirting? Just letting him call you tempting? Just letting him imagine you naked in Spanish while you giggled like a little idiot? Go on, finish the sentence. I want to hear how stupid it sounds out loud.

“We were just..” I tried again, and my hands were already shaking, fork clattering against the plate like I was trying to start a one–woman band. “Just talking! That’s it! Just having a very normal, very harmless.conversation about- about music and hair products and stairs…”

Stairs? Did I actually just say stairs? Kill me. Kill me now.

Connor’s eyes cut to me glowing with that dark fire that meant I should shut up immediately, but of course I didn’t. Because I never do. Because apparently when I’m nervous I turn into a human faucet of words that can’t be turned off.

“I didn’t even understand what he said, I swear! I don’t speak Spanish! Okay, I know hola and gracias but that doesn’t count, that’s like Duolingo level one, and he just..he just sat down, Connor, I didn’t invite him, I didn’t smile at him like that, okay, maybe I smiled but it wasn’t like a real smile, it was more of a please–don’t–murder–me smile, which is ironic now because you’re probably going to murder me…”

You sound insane, my wolf groaned. Actually, no, not insane. Just pathetic. This is so embarrassing. He’s not even listening to you. He’s picturing tearing Rafael’s throat out while you babble about Duolingo. Incredible.

I gasped, realizing I was still talking, words spilling faster than my brain could even process.“–and I wasn’t even tempted, okay? I wasn’t! I mean maybe my ego was like oh wow, he called you beautiful, but it was just my ego! Not me! Me–me knows better! Me–me is very loyal! Me–me is very smart and very aware of the fact that Connor Valenzo, terrifying, gorgeous, probably–going–to–kill–me Connor, would never let something like this slide…”

Connor’s jaw ticked. That tiny movement. That was it. That was the warning shot.

“…and I didn’t touch him, I swear, I didn’t even brush his sleeve, I was like six inches away the whole time, which doesn’t sound like a lot but in girl–math that’s practically a mile, and also he kept talking and I didn’t know how to make him stop without being rude, and I know, I know, I should’ve told him to leave but do you know how hard it is to say no when someone has an accent like that? He sounded like melted chocolate dipped in sin, and I panicked, and-”

Shut up, my wolf begged, actually covering her face with her paws in my head. For the love of the Moon Goddess, shut up before he strangles us both right here in front of the breadsticks.

But I couldn’t. I was sweating, shaking, babbling, and Connor was staring at me like I was already on my knees, begging for mercy I wasn’t going to get.

“and you have to believe me, Connor, because if you don’t, I’m literally going to die tonight, and I really don’t want to die in this dress, it’s too nice to die in, and oh my God, you’re not even blinking, why aren’t you blinking, can you at least blink so I know you’re still human and not like full demon mode right now..”

I snapped my mouth shut. Finally.

There was silence. Rafael looked confused, Connor looked murderous, and me? I looked like the world’s dumbest girl with a death wish, trembling in my seat, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me before Connor did.

You’re finished, my wolf whispered, smug. Absolutely, completely, deliciously finished. And part of you likes it.

And she was right.

The silence after I stopped talking was so loud it hurt. Like the entire restaurant was holding its breath, waiting to see if I would combust on the spot. And honestly? Same. I was waiting too.

I was sweating so much I was pretty sure the chair underneath me was going to need holy water.

But then because apparently I am the CEO of Bad Decisions…I opened my mouth again.

“I didn’t mean it, okay? I didn’t mean any of it! I didn’t even understand half of what he said, but my wolf did and she was laughing at me, and honestly, I think she hates me, she definitely hates me, because she didn’t even try to help, she just sat there sipping imaginary tea while this man basically narrated a porn script at me-”

Connor’s jaw twitched. His fingers flexed against the table.

You sound insane, my wolf wheezed, laughing so hard she was howling.

“And you’re not blinking!” I cried, my hands flapping now, my fork long abandoned. “Why aren’t you blinking? Are you even human anymore? You’re not, are you? You’re in full Alpha–demon mode and I’m just- I’m just-”

And then his hand moved.

His fingers wrapped around my jaw, forcing my mouth shut so hard my teeth clicked together. My breath hitched against his palm, eyes wide, heart hammering like a trapped bird.

“Enough,” Connor growled, his voice low enough that only I heard it, but sharp enough to cut through every bone in my body.

His thumb pressed against my cheek and his eyes locked on mine like I belonged to him down to the last trembling cell.

Finally, my wolf sighed, smug and satisfied. He shut you up. Thank the Goddess. You were embarrassing us both.

I was quiet now. I mean how could I not be? His hand was still clamped on my jaw, his thumb digging into my cheek, his eyes burning through me like I was nothing but a body he owned.

I should’ve been terrified and I was, I really was but fuck, my body didn’t care about fear. My pussy clenched so hard it hurt. Wetness. Thick, humiliating wetness pooling under the hem of my dress like my body had skipped over panic and gone straight into worship.

Oh my God, what is wrong with me? Who gets turned on while their life is flashing before their eyes? Me, apparently. The disaster child. The Omega with a death wish.

Not wrong, my wolf purred, smug. This is exactly what you were made for. To tremble when he grips you. To drip when he growls. You’re not scared, Lily. You’re ready to be ruined.

Connor’s voice broke through, sharp, steady, never leaving Rafael. “I’ll count to five for you to get out of here.”

My eyes darted to Rafael, who was suddenly not as smooth as he’d been five minutes ago. His face twitched, his throat bobbed, sweat starting to bead at his temples. Oh God. This was real. This was happening. Connor wasn’t bluffing.

Rafael tried to keep his smirk, but it faltered. “Or what?” he asked, but his voice cracked halfway through, and I wanted to scream at him to shut up, to please shut up, because Connor’s grip on my face tightened just a fraction.

“Or what,” Connor repeated flatly, eyes never once leaving Rafael’s. He didn’t blink. He didn’t breathe. He just stared, cold and lethal, while my body practically dissolved in his hand.

And then he started.

“One.”