Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 55

~Lily~

Okay. Okay, wait.

What the hell is going on?

Why is it cold? Why am I not on the damn exam table anymore? Why is everything gray? Why does it smell like old stone and blood and… oh my God, what is that? Is that a candle? Why are there candles?

I sat up too fast.

Big mistake.

My head spun like a cheap horror movie carousel and my stomach did this wild backflip like it was auditioning for a circus act. jobnib{c{o{m I groaned. My hands scraped against something rough–stone? Actual stone. I blinked, then blinked again, because there was no way I was seeing right. This place looked like a dungeon.

Where the fuck am I?

No windows. Just a huge iron door with bolts on it. Chains hanging from the ceiling. A bowl of water in the corner like I’m some damn stray. And wait–oh no. Oh no no no. My clothes.

Where are my fucking clothes?

I wasn’t wearing my clothes. Not even my underwear. Just a thin white gown that looked like something from a haunted hospital movie.

My legs were bare. My arms were covered in goosebumps. I tugged at the gown to cover myself

better and scooted backward until my spine hit the cold wall.

“Great,” I muttered, hugging my knees. “Drugged, kidnapped, and dressed by psychopaths with bad

taste in interior décor. Nice job, Lily. Really nailed it this time.”

HELLO?!”

I screamed it so loud my throat burned, but I didn’t care. My voice echoed around the stone walls like a freaking horror movie scene and bounced right back at me.

“IS ANYBODY FUCKING HERE?!”

Nothing.

Not a damn sound.

Just that stupid drip–drip–drip of water from the ceiling and the little flickers of candlelight casting weird–ass shadows like demons were watching from every corner. I was losing my mind. No, actually. I had already lost it. It was gone. Evaporated. Probably floating up into the heavens while I stood here in a see–through ass paper gown in a serial killer’s basement yelling at nothing.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” I muttered, storming toward the door again, because maybe if I banged on it hard enough, someone – anyone – would come. Connor. I hustled want him to come save me.

That was when it happened.

My bare foot caught on a sharp edge of something sticking out of the ground. Like a rusted pipe or a rock or maybe Satan’s fork.

“OW! You motherf…”

I stumbled forward with all the grace of a drunk deer and my gown caught. I heard it before I felt it.

Rrrrrrrrrip.

I froze.

Oh no.

Oh HELL no.

I looked down and..

“FUCK!”

One whole side of the gown had torn open. Like, open open. And guess what was out?

Yup.

My tit.

My actual, whole–ass breast was just there. Hanging out. Staring at the room like, “Hey bitch, I heard you were in danger, so I came to say hi.”

I slapped my hand over it so fast I nearly smacked myself in the face.

“No no no no no. This is not happening. This is a nightmare. A joke. A cruel prank. I am not standing half–naked in a werewolf dungeon with my boob saying hello to Satan.”

I whirled around looking for anything..a blanket, a curtain, a dead rat with a shawl. Nothing. Not even a spider had the decency to offer me a web to cover myself.

I pulled the gown tight with one hand, clutching it like my life depended on it, and used my other hand to point at the ceiling like some pissed–off lunatic.

“Okay, I don’t know who’s watching, but let me make one thing clear…if this is some kind of ritual, you picked the wrong girl. I talk too much, I cry when I’m stressed, I eat like a werewolf with PMS, and if one more thing goes wrong, I’m going to scream so loud it’ll rupture the Moon Goddess’s left ovary.”

I was sweating. Shaking. Furious. Embarrassed. My chest was still mostly out because the fabric wouldn’t stay up right and I was starting to wonder if that was the point.

Was this planned?

Did someone want me like this?

The thought sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold air.

Because just then… I heard it.

The softest sound.

A breath.

A voice.

A whisper so close to my ear it made every hair on my body stand up.

“You’re awake.”

I spun so fast the ripped gown almost flew off completely.

“Who the fuck said that?!” I snapped, eyes wide, chest heaving, hand still failing to keep my left boob from saying hello to strangers.

Because apparently, dignity died the second I woke up here.

“Come out right now. This is not funny. This is not hot. This is not some dark fantasy dream where

I’m the helpless virgin and some mysterious Alpha seduces me in a dungeon. This is real life, and my tit is literally out. You see it, right? You see this nipple just out here living its best traumatized life? You love what you see, huh?!”

I waved at the air like I was conducting a symphony of rage. “Yeah, of course you do! I’ve been kidnapped, humiliated, and now I’m standing here looking like an emotionally unstable porn extra!

Get me out of here!”

I stomped toward the shadow, but the closer I got, the more the figure stepped into the light.

And oh.

Oh no.

Oh shit.

He was tall and fuvking sexy. His hair was dark, messy, like fingers had just dragged through it. His eyes…glowing gold. Not metaphorically. Like actually glowing.

They were locked on me with the kind of look that made my knees want to betray me. His mouth twitched like I was amusing. Like I was cute. Like he wanted to taste every word that just came out of my stupid, loud mouth.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t care how hot he looked. I didn’t care that my thighs clenched a little. What the fuck.

I pointed at him.

“You..whoever the hell you are…are so dead. You hear me? My mate is going to tear you limb from limb. His name is Connor. Maybe you’ve heard of him. Big scary Alpha. Looks like he could bench press a car. Smells like leather, anger, and dick. And guess what? He’s gonna come through that door and he’s gonna rip you apart for touching me. Or kidnapping me. Or even looking at me while my tit is out like this!”

I crossed my arms over my chest in a failed attempt to cover myself but then realized I just smushed my boob further up, so I yelped and tried to fix it and it somehow looked worse. One nipple up, one down. Just tragic.

The man didn’t speak. Not at first.

He just took another step forward. Into the light.

Holy hell. His face. Sharp jaw. High cheekbones. A scar down one eyebrow. Lips that looked like they’d been carved by actual gods with too much time on their hands.

“I know who your mate is.”

I blinked. “Good. Then you know what’s about to happen to you.”

He smirked. “He’s not coming.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Excuse me?” I said, half–shouting, half–squeaking. “What do you mean he’s not coming? He is. He always comes. That man once ripped a man’s throat out for stepping on my toe. He is the most jealous, possessive, overprotective Alpha to ever exist. You think he’s just gonna let some dungeon freak steal his mate and not go nuclear?!”

The man tilted his head.

“He doesn’t know where you are.”

My heart skipped.

“No,” I said quickly. “No, that’s a lie. You’re lying. You’re lying because….because this is what creeps like you do! You isolate the girl, you make her scared, you try to break her down, you want her to feel alone. But I’m not alone. He’s going to find me.”

He watched me closely. Too closely. Like he was studying the moment the panic kicked in.

“I’m not scared of you,” I lied through my teeth.

His eyes dropped.

Not to my lips. Not to my legs.

Straight to my t**s.

And he didn’t even try to be subtle about it. His tongue dragged across the corner of his mouth like he could already taste me.

“My mother didn’t say you were gonna be this sexy,” he muttered, almost to himself, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His tongue darted out, dragging slow across his bottom lip as his eyes darkened. “Fuck.”

He stepped closer.

“You’re standing there with your t**s out,” he said, voice rough and low, “and you expect me not to stare? Not to want them in my mouth?”

“Excuse me?”