Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 62

~Lily~

“Let me go, Alex! I swear to the goddess–let me fucking go!”

But he didn’t.

He yanked me back against his chest so hard I almost tripped. One arm clamped around my waist like steel, the other still tangled in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he could breathe against my throat.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that and walk away, Lily.”

His chest heaved behind me. His breath was so hot on my skin it made my neck shiver. But I wasn’t afraid. Not this time. I was furious.

“You already told me what I am to you,” I snapped. “You said kill the baby. You said you couldn’t fuck me unless I was empty inside. So what do you want now, huh? You want to finish the job?”

His hold tightened. I could feel the way his entire body tensed like he was fighting himself, like he wanted to break me and kiss me and scream all at once.

“You think I’m just going to forget what you said?” I twisted in his grip, grinding my elbow into his ribs until he cursed, and I finally wrenched free. I stumbled back, breath ragged, tears in my eyes, fury in my veins. “I’m not yours to dominate anymore. You lost that the second you opened your mouth.”

“You think I give a fuck about losing?” His voice was low and shaking, his eyes wild. “You think I care that you hate me? Good. Hate me. Hate me all you want, Lily. But don’t you dare pretend you don’t feel what’s between us.”

I stared at him, heart slamming, hands clenched at my sides.

“I never said I didn’t feel it. I said I still have a mate. I said I’m pregnant. And you tried to destroy that.”

“You called my dick good for nothing?”

“The same dick you choked on? The same one that had you clawing the fucking floor, crying my name, dripping all over my cock like your body forgot you even had a first mate?”

I turned around slowly, heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I hated how warm my face got. I hated the way his words hit me in every place I didn’t want to feel.

“Don’t do that,” I said, barely keeping my voice steady. “You don’t get to use what happened against me. You don’t get to throw it in my face after everything you said. After what you told me to do to my baby.”

He stepped forward, slow and furious, like a man possessed. “You want to act like I meant nothing? Like you didn’t beg for more? I can still hear you, Lily. Begging me not to stop. Gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping you alive. Looking up at me with tears in your eyes and your mouth stretched wide open like you needed me to ruin you.”

(You did beg, my wolf whispered, low and mocking. You begged and you liked it. Just admit it.

Stop lying to both of us.)

“I said stop,” I said louder this time. “You don’t get to rewrite what happened either. You didn’t care that I had a mate. You didn’t care that I was scared. You just took what you wanted.”

“And you gave it to me,” he growled. “You gave it to me willingly, and you loved every second of it. Don’t pretend you didn’t. Don’t stand there and pretend that what happened between us wasn’t real.”

He was in front of me now.

“I know how you looked when I was inside you,” he hissed. “I know how you cried when I filled you.

And I know..no matter how much you scream about your first mate or that pup..you still want me.”

He grabbed my chin, not rough enough to bruise, but just enough to hold me still. My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to see the fury, or the pain, or the desperate need clawing beneath his skin. But I did.

“I could fuck the memory of him out of you again right now,” he whispered, and it wasn’t a threat. It was a dare. “And you’d take it. Just like you did before. With tears in your eyes and my name in your mouth.”

(Say something, she demanded. Don’t let him have the last word.)

I pulled my face away, my heart punching through my chest.

“I didn’t choke because I wanted to. I choked because you shoved it down my throat without asking.”

He blinked, just once, and for the first time since I’d met him, he actually looked like he felt something.

“And even if I did moan,” I said, voice like ice, “and even if I did beg, that doesn’t give you the right to use it like a weapon. That doesn’t erase the fact that you told me to kill my pup just so you could feel big enough to fuck me again.”

He flinched. That one hit.

I stepped forward, my voice rising with every word. “You want me to admit I liked it? Fine. I liked it. I liked the way you grabbed me. I liked how you made me feel full and ruined and claimed. But I will never forgive you for what you said afterward. Because that wasn’t lust. That was cruelty. That was weakness. And that was all on you.”

“Get rid of it!”

“No!” I screamed, the word clawing out of me like fire. “I won’t! Do you hear me? I fucking won’t!”

My vision blurred with tears.

“Fuck you,

Alex! You selfish, pride–choked, piece of shit! You think this is about you? You think I care if your ego is bruised because someone else loved me first? Because someone else gave me a child? I survived hell to still be standing here. I will not kill the one thing I have left just to make you feel like a man!”

His hand slammed against the door just above my head, caging me in. His other hand curled into a fist at his side. His chest was heaving. His teeth were clenched. His entire body looked like it was seconds away from snapping.

“You don’t get to scream at me,” he growled. “You don’t get to act like I ruined you when you’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“I’m not yours,” I spat, jaw trembling. “I was never yours.

And then he did it.

He kissed me forcefully.

It wasn’t a kiss.

It was a warning.

It was him trying to shut me up. Trying to take control.

I shoved at his chest with all the strength I had, twisting my head away and gasping, “Don’t you dare touch me, Alex!”

He froze.

His eyes locked on mine.

My hands were still against his chest, pushing. My wolf was snarling so loud in my head it hurt. My heart was pounding. My belly was twisting.

“If you touch me again,” I whispered, voice shaking from rage, “I will shift, and I swear to the Moon, I won’t hold her back.”

(Give me the command, my wolf begged. Let me rip into him. Let me remind him what we are.)

He didn’t move.

For the first time, I saw hesitation crack through his fury. His breathing slowed, just slightly. His jaw clenched tighter. But his eyes–they were no longer cold. They were confused. Afraid. And maybe… ashamed.

“I didn’t mean to-” he started.

“No,” I cut him off. “You did. You meant every word. Every action. Every threat. Own it.”

I shoved him again and stepped out from under his arm. I walked away, fists clenched, spine straight.

“Don’t follow me,”

“I am getting out of here. Do you understand me?” I stepped back from him, eyes locked on his like they were daggers.

“And if you so much as take one step after me, I swear on the Moon, I will shift right here, right now, and I won’t be gentle.”

He said nothing. He didn’t move.

“I might look weak,” I hissed, “and I might look fragile. But don’t you dare push me, Alex. Not now. Because I will fight like hell to protect this pup. I will rip flesh. I will tear bone. I will burn this entire house down if I have to.”

“For this baby,” I whispered, pressing a trembling hand to my stomach, “I will give everything.”

My feet moved again. I could feel my wolf pacing inside me, ready, alert, fangs bared, muscles tight.

And then.

A new voice rang out.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I froze. I know that voice too well.

It was……