Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 104

Lyra

It hurt because I knew she meant it. Because it wasn’t just guilt on her face — it was grief. She wasn’t just sad because she got caught. She was mourning me. Mourning us. Mourning the version of herself that I loved before she turned into someone I couldn’t recognize.

But I couldn’t let that stop me from saying what I needed to say.

I shook my head slowly, voice low but firm. "No. You wouldn’t have lost me."

She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted.

"Yes, I would’ve been pissed. Yes, I would’ve screamed. I probably would’ve blocked you, cursed you out, ignored your texts, ripped up our photos, maybe even burned that stupid matching journal we made — but I would’ve forgiven you eventually."

Her lips quivered.

"Because I loved you more than I hated what you did," I said, breath shaking. "And the difference is, if you had told me — if you had trusted me — we could’ve crawled through it together. I would’ve gotten over it. I really, truly believe I would’ve. Because our friendship was that deep. That real."

I sniffed, the lump in my throat growing again.

"But now? I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I’ll ever trust you again. And do you know the craziest part? The most insane part of all this?"

She blinked at me, face soaked with tears.

"I’m going to have to see your nasty face all year."

She froze. "What?"

I took a deep, bitter breath.

"Yeah. Surprise. My mum made a last-minute decision over the summer. She and my dad think I need a change. A better environment. Less distractions. And since I only have one more year left before graduation and you’ve always been the perfect little good-girl bestie, they figured, hey, why not transfer me to your school. You know — to be close to my ’responsible friend’ with the rich dad and the stable home."

Tasha’s face went pale.

"Lyra... what are you saying?"

I laughed. It was dry and cracked and sounded like it’d been filtered through broken glass.

"I’m saying," I growled, taking a step toward her, "that I’m stuck with you. That starting next month, I’ll be walking the same damn hallways as the girl who fucked my ex. Who sucked his dick. Who lied to my face while his cum was probably still drying in her panties. That’s what I’m saying."

She gasped.

"And I swear, Tasha, if I have to sit next to you in homeroom or see you giggling at some teacher’s joke while I’m trying not to vomit at the memory of you gagging on him..I might just lose it all over again."

I was panting now. My fists were clenched. My head was pounding. My soul was on fire.

"You were supposed to be the one person I never had to guard myself from. And now I don’t even know who the fuck you are."

"Now leave."

She blinked, confused, like she hadn’t heard me right.

So I stepped closer, just enough for her to feel it — the heat, the rage, the heartbreak that was seconds away from turning into something unholy.

"I said leave, Tasha."

Her mouth opened again. I could see it — the desperation, the apology sitting on the tip of her tongue, the hope that maybe, maybe there was still a sliver of softness left in me for her to hold on to.

There wasn’t.

And when she didn’t move fast enough, when she stood there looking like she still had something left to say, I tilted my head, gave her the kind of smile that only comes from being completely fucking done, and I said it:

"Before I drag those fake ass extensions off your fucking head."

She froze.

The words hit her like a slap. Like a brick. Like divine retribution from the girl whose soul she fractured.

"I’m not kidding," I whispered, voice low and shaking but more dangerous than anything I’d ever said in my life.

"I’ll yank those synthetic spaghetti strands straight off your scalp and staple them to the ’Bitch of the Year’ award you clearly think you deserve. I’ll rip them out one by one like petals from a flower while I chant ’he loves me, he loves me not,’ except the answer’s always gonna be not, because the only thing that boy ever loved was himself."

Her mouth fell open.

And I wasn’t done.

"You’re lucky I only humiliated him tonight. Because if you don’t walk away right now, I will drag your lying ass back into that party by your lace front and give you the public humiliation you deserve. And I swear to God, Tasha, I’ll do it in heels. With my mascara running. On camera."

She didn’t move.

So I took a step forward, eyes wide, smiling now — that crazy, unstable, I’ve-lost-everything-so-let-me-go-out-swinging kind of smile.

"Go. Before I do something we both would regret"

She gasped.

Her knees buckled.

And then she ran.

And me?

I stood there.

Breathing like I had just survived a war.

Because I had.

I was still standing there, breathing like I’d just outrun a pack of wolves in stilettos, heart cracked wide open, tears still wet on my cheeks, when my phone beeped in my hand.

The screen lit up.

Damon

Oh my God. No. No no no.

I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and unlocked it with trembling fingers.

"I’m coming back home in 30 minutes."

My soul left my fucking body.

"Fuck. FUCK. Oh my God."