Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 67

Connor

I didn’t leave.

I walked out, but I didn’t leave.

I stood right there in the hallway, hand on the doorframe, heart in my throat, fists clenched at my sides like I was holding myself together with nothing but the fury inside me. And the worst part? I wasn’t even mad at her. I was mad at myself for not seeing it coming.

You should have known. You should’ve scented it on her earlier. You should have fought harder.

You should have kept her away from him.

My wolf was pacing in my head, growling so loud it made my skull throb. He was angry in a way I couldn’t contain, but he was hurting too. Hurting like something sacred had been torn out of us and handed to another male. Hurting like our mate had been touched, taken, marked in places only we were meant to own.

And still, I waited.

Because I had to know. I had to see if she would come.

Two minutes. That’s all I gave her.

Two fucking minutes to choose between the boy who had her first and the man who made her tremble. Between the bond she felt with me and the fire she thought she could handle in someone else’s arms.

I told myself if she didn’t walk out that door, I’d let her go.

I told myself if she picked him, I wouldn’t fight it.

But the truth?

I was going to tear him apart either way.

I was going to break his jaw for putting his hands on her.

I was going to rip his throat out for making her moan in ways that used to belong to me.

I was going to remind her exactly who the fuck I am.

She’s ours, my wolf growled. She was ours first. She will be ours last. I’ll kill him if you don’t. Let me out. Let me out now.

And then I heard it.

The door opened behind me.

“Connor,” she said.

That one word almost broke me.

I turned slowly.

And there she was.

Her hair was a mess. Her lips were still red from his kisses. Her eyes were swollen from crying. And her whole body was trembling like she was barely holding it together. But she came. She fucking came to me.

“You came,” I said, my voice catching in my throat like it didn’t know how to be strong anymore.

She nodded like it hurt to admit it. “I had to.”

I stepped forward, not too close, just enough to feel her heat again. “Did he try to stop you?”

She didn’t answer, and she didn’t have to. Her silence said everything.

My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack. I could still smell him on her skin, faint but present, and it made my stomach twist like I’d swallowed acid.

“Did he kiss you again before you left?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

She shook her head.

“Did he beg you to stay?”

She nodded, once, small.

“Did you want to?”

She hesitated.

And that hesitation felt like someone drove a blade straight through my ribs.

“But you didn’t,” I said. “You still came.”

She looked up at me, eyes wide and wet. “Because you’re my first.”

The way she said it.

Like it meant something sacred.

Like it wasn’t just a memory. It was a part of her.

And God help me, I wanted to believe her.

I stepped closer, brushing her hair behind her ear, staring at the girl I fell in love with and the woman she was becoming all at once. “I would’ve done anything to protect you, Lily. I need you to know that. I would’ve given up everything, My pride, my life, my name. I would’ve killed every threat in your path just to see you smile again.”

Her breath trembled.

“I came here ready to destroy Emma. Because I thought someone hurt you. I thought I was too late to save you. I never thought I’d be too late because someone else was already inside you.”

I swallowed, trying to keep it together, but my voice cracked anyway. “I thought I was your home.”

“You are,” she whispered, but it was too soft.

Too late.

And then I kissed her.

Because I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I couldn’t stand there and act like I wasn’t breaking. I kissed her like a man who had nothing left to lose, like someone drowning and dragging her under with him. I kissed her until her knees buckled and her hands gripped my shirt like she couldn’t breathe without me either.

“You let him fuck you,” I growled against her lips, breath heaving. “You let him in.”

“I..

I didn’t let her finish. I shoved her against the wall, my thigh between hers, grinding up until she gasped.

“Now you’re going to remember who had you first,” I snarled. “You’re going to remember whose name made you scream first. Whose teeth marked your shoulder. Whose hand wrapped around your throat while you begged to come.”

My wolf howled in my chest, clawing, snapping, starving.

Take her. Now. Fuck her until she forgets him. Bite her. Mark her. She’s ours. Ours. Ours.

I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me.

“I should hate you,” I whispered, voice low and cracked. “I should hate you for letting him touch you. But I don’t. Because all I can fucking think about is making you mine again. Over and over and over until you can’t say his name without tasting me on your tongue.”

She whimpered.

I pressed her hand to my cock, hard and throbbing through my pants. “You feel that? That’s what your betrayal did. That’s what your whimpers for him did. You got me this fucking hard, and now you’re going to take responsibility for it.”

“Connor..”

“Say it,” I snapped. “Say you want me.”

“I want you.”

“Say you’ll choose me.”

“I—”

“I want you. I want you, Connor. Please. Don’t hate me. I’m begging you–please.”

I stared at her. God, I stared at her like she was both the reason I lived and the reason I bled. Her eyes were wide and wet and shining with truth. Not lies. Not manipulation. Just truth. And it killed me.

Because I wanted to hate her. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shift and destroy everything around me. I wanted to tear the walls apart. I wanted to rip the bond out of my own chest just so I wouldn’t feel this need anymore.

But I couldn’t.

Because she was still mine.

She came to us, my wolf said, snarling with madness and lust. She begged. She said please. She chose. She is ready. Punish her. Make her remember who we are. Make her feel the weight of what she did.

I grabbed her chin, not gently, but not cruelly either. Just enough to hold her still. To make sure her eyes stayed on mine. I needed her to see this. All of it. The pain. The anger. The hunger. The fucking obsession.

“You think I can just forget it?” I asked.

“You think I can erase the sound of you moaning for him? The image of his hands on your body? The scent of him on your skin?”

She flinched, but she didn’t look away.

“I can’t,” I growled. “I won’t. You gave yourself to another man, Lily. I don’t give a fuck what the Moon Goddess says. I don’t care that we’re both your mates. He touched what’s mine. He made you come with his name in your mouth. And that…” I leaned closer, my lips brushing her cheek, “is something I will never let go.”

Her breath hitched. Her fingers trembled on my wrist. But she didn’t move.

“I don’t hate you,” I said slowly, breathing her in like she was air after drowning. “But I will punish you.”

Her eyes widened.

I smiled, not soft. Not sweet.

Dark.

“I’ll punish you because you let him in. You let him taste you. You let him hear those little sounds that used to be mine. You gave him the part of you I should’ve had first, second, and last.”

Punish her, my wolf howled. Take her. Remind her. Bite her. Mark her. Make her kneel. Make her cry. Make her beg again, but not for mercy–for more.

“I’m going to punish you, Lily,” I whispered. “And I don’t mean with words. I don’t mean with silence. I mean with my hands. My voice. My mark. You’re going to feel what you did to me. Every. Single.

Inch.”

She whimpered then. Not in fear.

In need.

I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer until our foreheads touched, until I could feel her breath pouring into my mouth. “You want to be mine again? And Then you’re going to pay for what you did. Not because I hate you. Because I love you so fucking much I could rip this house apart just to stop myself from falling on my knees for you.”

“Connor…”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No more Connor. You don’t get to say my name like that and expect me not to snap.”

She gasped when my grip tightened. I wasn’t hurting her. But I wasn’t letting her go either.

“You begged,” I said. “You said please. Don’t hate me. I heard it. And I won’t. But if you think that little whisper of regret is enough to make me forget, you’re wrong. I want to ruin you, Lily. I want to punish you until you can’t remember his name.”

Let me out, my wolf growled, claws dragging across the inside of my ribs. I’ll take over. I’ll show her what it means to belong to us.

“Do you even know what you’ve done to me?” I asked, voice thick, chest heaving. “Do you have any idea how fucking close I was to losing control? I saw you with him. I smelled him on you. And all I wanted to do was drag you away by your hair and remind every nerve in your body that you were made for me.”

“I’m sorry,” she breathed.

“I don’t want your apology,” I snapped. “I want your obedience. I want your tears. I want your moans. I want the way your eyes roll back when I’m inside you and the way you scream when I don’t stop. I want everything. All of it. Again.”

Her knees buckled.

My voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, lips trembling. “Yes.”

I tilted her chin higher.

“Say it.”

“I understand,” she whispered.

“Say it properly.”

“I belong to you.”

“And?”

“I’ll take my punishment.”

I smiled, jaw tight, blood boiling, heart aching.

“Good girl,” I breathed.

I leaned closer, mouth ghosting her lips, “When I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly what you let another man touch what belongs to me.