Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 63

~Lily~

It was Emma.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Her brow arched, but she said nothing.

I leaned forward, still smiling. “You kidnapped me? You? Emma, you stupid ass bitch.”

Emma slapped me, her hand hit my cheek, but I barely felt it. My blood was too hot. And my mouth? Oh, baby, my mouth was just getting started.

Then she screamed it. Like I was supposed to be shocked.

“Was it not obvious?! You took my man! You little wrench!”

I stopped breathing.

I blinked. I blinked again. And then I laughed.

Not just a giggle. Not just a snort.

I laughed so hard my shoulders shook.

“You took my man?” I said, wheezing through the laughter. “Oh my goddess. You took my man. You’re actually serious. You kidnapped me–pregnant, tired, bruised–and you’re standing here, looking me in the eye, and accusing me of taking your man? Point of fucking correction, you cracked–up, delusional, desperate–ass bitch–he’s not your man. He’s my mate.”

Emma’s nostrils flared, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I was already on a roll. And my wolf was laughing in my head like this was her favorite show.

“You left him! You left Connor! You literally packed your bags and ran off to Italy with some crusty old rich Alpha because what? Money? And now you’re back? With your t**s up and your lashes on like this is some romantic comeback? Baby, this isn’t a second–chance love story. This is a cautionary tale!”

She looked like she wanted to lunge at me again, but I leaned forward in.

“You lost him. And I didn’t steal him. I claimed him. I bled for him. I screamed for him. I’m carrying his baby.

“You could flash your bare pussy in his face and he’d still walk right past you to find me.”

And then I said it.

The final blow.

“When Connor finds me. He’s gonna rip your head off your neck and hang it on our gate!”

She flinched.

“Mum? What are you doing here?”

Alex said it so casually I actually thought I was hallucinating. No, like seriously, there’s no way he just said that. I literally blinked three times like my lashes were going to subtitle what I just heard, because there was just no freaking way. My jaw dropped. My whole body tensed. Because what the actual hell.

I turned my head so fast toward him I think I pulled a muscle, “Wait. Wait. What the fuck?! Did you just call her Mum?! Like… MUM? With a capital M?! Are you joking? You’re joking, right? No, someone please tell me this is a prank because I swear if a camera crew jumps out right now, I’m suing every single one of you.”

He didn’t even deny it.

He just stood there. Looking guilty. Looking confused. Looking like he’d just walked into a room where, his mother, and the girl his mother kidnapped were all trapped in the same oxygen supply.

And that’s when it hit me.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Oh my Moon. Mum?!” I started laughing, but it was the kind of laugh where my eye twitched and my wolf started pacing like she was ready to kill someone. “That means… OH FUCK ME. That means Connor is your stepdad or what?!”

Alex flinched.

I kept going. I couldn’t stop. My brain was spinning and my mouth was on autopilot and I swear the chair was going to catch fire from how fast I was vibrating.

“No, no, no, no, no. Wait. That means–hold on–YOU and BELLA are half–siblings?! Like, actual bloodline shit?! Like, same mum, different dad, drama–in–a–basket type of crap?!”

My wolf groaned in my head like she was fed up. You’re embarrassing us.

“I don’t even care,” I hissed back out loud, still talking at full speed. “This is INSANE. This is some twisted, pack–level, moon–cursed, sex–and–power, K–drama meets Game of Thrones kind of nightmare.

“FUCK ME!!!!” I screamed it so loud it echoed. “FUCK. ME. Just go ahead and mark me for death, Moon Goddess, because I can’t live in this family tree anymore. It’s too twisted. Burn it down and salt the ashes.”

Alex’s face was pale. He looked like he wanted to disappear. Emma just stood there, not even blinking, like she didn’t just kidnap me, slap me twice, accuse me of stealing her ‘man, and now was being revealed as both the villain and the mother in one plot twist I never asked for.

I started laughing again. Like unhinged, eyes–watering, shoulders–shaking laughing. “And to think I thought my biggest problem was not able to tie my shoe lace. Nope. Turns out I’m dating into a werewolf telenovela with a MILF villain, an emotionally unavailable mate, a tied–up uterus, and a secret family history that should’ve been burned at the archives.”

Let me shift, my wolf snarled. Let me at least take one bite out of this woman.

“No,” I whispered back. “If anyone’s getting bitten tonight, it’s me biting myself for not running when I had the chance.”

And then I looked at Emma.

Dead in the eye.

“I swear to the Moon, if you come one step closer to me with another slap or another ‘he was mine first‘ monologue, I will shift right here and rip this whole building apart. And don’t think I won’t, because at this point? I’ve completely lost my mind.”

I pointed at Alex so fast my finger almost broke.

“And You?! Did you know about this all along!”

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but I was already shrieking.

“Why did this shit happen to me?! Out of everyone on this planet you picked me for this multigenerational fuck–up of a love triangle?! I didn’t even get boobs until last year and now I have a whole soap opera mating chart?!”

My hands were flailing. My brain was glitching. My wolf was wheezing in my head like even she needed a break.

You can’t say this out loud. You can’t-

“This is not even trauma anymore. This is prophecy–level bullshit! What am I supposed to do? Bake cookies for both of you?! Host a family meeting in hell?!”

And then Emma’s voice rang out.

“Wait–WHAT?!”

I turned.

Her face was pale. Like bone–white, lips–parted, mascara’s–about–to–run pale.

Then she turned on Alex, her voice getting louder and shriller by the second. “Alex. Alex, did you fuck her?!”

He didn’t answer.

Which said everything.

Emma’s hand flew to her mouth like she was about to vomit. “Was there a mate bond?! Tell me right now, because I swear to the goddess if I find out you’re mated to that little wolf whore-”

“Oh my goddess,” I groaned, throwing my hands in the air. “Not this again. Not the ‘whore‘ speech. Is this your favorite word? Are you allergic to female confidence or just my face specifically?!”

Emma’s voice cracked. “What the fuck is this?! You–this girl–you have BOTH of them wrapped around your fingers?! First Connor. Now my son?! What are you, some kind of cursed siren?”

I blinked.

Then smiled.

Then laughed like a crazy person.

“Wrapped around my fingers?” I said, tilting my head, voice sweet and deadly. “Honey, I didn’t even try yet. You kidnapped me, slapped me, humiliated me, and I’m still standing here while your son is looking at me like I’m dipped in gold and your ex nearly killed a man for touching me. That’s not my fault. That’s your karma.”

Emma looked like she was about to explode.

My wolf was purring now. Say it. Say the line. I dare you.

I smirked. “Maybe if you were a better mum and a better fuck, you’d still have both of them.”

BOOM.

Mic. Fucking. Drop.

“What did you say?!”

Her whole face twisted. Like I’d just smacked her with the truth and honestly, maybe I had. Her lip curled, her nostrils flared, and her eyes locked on me like she was about to leap across the room and claw my mouth shut.

I didn’t flinch.

I didn’t blink.

I just smiled.

“Oh, you heard me,” I said sweetly, tilting my head. “Or is your hearing as busted as your morals?”

Alex choked. Like actually choked on air.

Emma took a step toward me and I didn’t move. My feet were planted. My mouth was moving faster than my brain. My wolf was pacing in circles in my chest, purring with pride.

Keep going. She wanted a fight. Give her one.

I rolled my shoulders and took a step forward, finger up like I was about to teach a whole class. Let me say it louder for the dusty ancient nerve endings in your ears. Maybe if you weren’t such a toxic, self–absorbed, manipulative, emotionally constipated, mummy–dearest wannabe, you wouldn’t have lost both your men to an eighteen–year–old with stretch marks and trauma.”

Emma gasped. “You little-”

“Ohhh,” I kept going, talking right over her, “I’m the little one now? I’m the one who’s ‘wrapped them around my finger‘? Honey, I didn’t even ask for this. I didn’t chase them. They found me. One knocked me up. One kissed me and nearly fainted. That’s not seduction. That’s chemistry. That’s fate. That’s the Moon punishing you for being a bitter old she–wolf with no one left to control.”

Her hands clenched into fists. “You disrespectful-”

“I’m disrespectful?!” I screamed, throwing both hands in the air. “You kidnapped me! You slapped me! You accused me of stealing your man–who, by the way, is not your man, but your grown–ass stepson’s bonded mate. Because if Connor is my mate? He’s also Alex’s mate! Do you know how gross that is?! Do you hear yourself?! YOU NEED HOLY WATER

Tell her. Finish it. Bury her.

“And by the way?” I hissed, walking right up to her face now, toe to toe, my breath shaking, my eyes blazing. “Connor doesn’t talk about you. Alex doesn’t brag about you. You’re not the legend you think you are. You’re a horror story. A cautionary tale. A red flag in heels.”

Enough,” he snapped, turning toward me, his jaw tight. “Do not speak to my mother like that.”

Oh.

Oh really?

I smiled. Not a sweet one. Not a scared one. The kind of smile that says I know exactly what I’m doing..and I dare you to try me.

I took a slow, lazy step toward him, keeping my eyes locked on his like I was about to ruin his whole bloodline. My voice dropped to a low, dangerous purr.

“What are you gonna do about it, baby boy?”

His eyes flared.

And then he moved fast.