Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 99

Lyra

"It was just once."

That’s what she said.

Those exact words.

And I swear — for a second — I didn’t even feel my body anymore. I was outside myself, hovering somewhere above the chaos like a rejected angel watching my life burn in real time. I blinked. My ears rang. My soul detached. I was standing there in heels and heartbreak, in the middle of a party I didn’t even want, and my best friend just looked me in the eye and said it was just once.

Once. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Like that somehow made it better.

Like that made the dick smaller. The betrayal softer. The memory less soul-crushing.

I stared at her.

I stared so long and so hard my vision blurred.

"You fucked him."

My voice cracked. Not because I was confused. But because I was confirming it out loud for the first time. My brain needed my mouth to say it so it could finally accept that this nightmare was real.

"You... fucked him."

Tasha flinched, eyes wide, face pale like she’d only just realized how far gone we were.

"Lyra—"

"No no no no, don’t Lyra me," I hissed, stepping forward, my chest rising and falling so fast I thought I’d pass out. "Did he put his dick in you?"

The party went dead silent.

"Answer me, Tasha! Did. He. Put. His. Dick. In. You?!"

Someone in the corner gasped. I heard it. I didn’t care.

"Did you ride him?" I shouted, voice rising like a possessed choir girl. "Did you sit on his nasty crusty demon dick while I was crying into my pillow over him?! Did you moan for him, Tasha?! Did you suck his dick?! Did you let him call you baby while I was in the bathroom stall trying to figure out if I was enough?!"

Her mouth opened.

No words came out.

"Oh my God."

I laughed. Full-on, jaw-wide, hysterical, I’m losing my mind laughter.

"You did," I breathed, blinking fast. "You really did. While I was sitting in my bed holding your hand and replaying his voice notes, while I was asking you if you thought he missed me — you were out here gagging on him like a damn chew toy."

"Lyra, it didn’t mean anything," she said again, tears forming in her eyes like she was the victim.

I scoffed. "Oh, that’s rich. So it didn’t mean anything when his dick was inside you? When he was on top of you? Or behind you? Or wherever the fuck he put you while I was busy calling you my soulmate?"

I was shouting now. Not even trying to control it. Not even pretending I had dignity left. Because this wasn’t just betrayal. This was war. Emotional homicide. Best friend treason.

"Did you moan for him?" I asked, voice shaking. "Did you say his name? Did you beg him to go deeper while I was across town wondering why I wasn’t good enough to make him stay?"

She choked on a sob.

Good.

"Was it raw?" I asked, crossing my arms like I wasn’t actively falling apart. "Did he cum in you, Tasha? Did you let him finish inside like a good little cumdump while I was still a virgin waiting for someone to respect me?"

The room was quiet. People were staring. Phones were out. And I didn’t care.

"Tell me the position, Tasha. Doggy? Missionary? Did you ride him reverse like one of those girls in the porn vids he always used to send me when I said I wasn’t ready? Tell me!"

"I didn’t mean to—" she whispered, sobbing.

"But you did!" I screamed, voice cracking again. "You meant to fuck him. You meant to lie. You meant to pretend you were my best friend while his dick was still fresh in your throat!"

The crowd gasped.

And I didn’t stop.

"Did he say you were better than me?" I asked, lip trembling. "Did he compare us? Did he tell you I was childish while you made him cum? Did he say you were more woman than me because you opened your legs when I said no?"

"Lyra, please..."

"Don’t touch me!"

She reached forward, and I stepped back so fast I nearly slipped on my own broken pride.

"You let me sob over him, you evil bitch. You hugged me while your panties still probably smelled like him. You knew how he made me feel. You knew how he humiliated me. And you still opened your legs like a damn invitation card."

Tears were running down my face. My makeup was done. My chest was heaving. I could taste salt, heartbreak, rage, and a little bit of vodka.

"And for what?" I shouted. "For what, Tasha? For a five-minute fuck from a boy who couldn’t even handle a girl who respected her own boundaries? A boy who slut-shamed me for not giving him head and then turned around and called you easy behind your back?"

That made her flinch.

Yeah. I said it.

"Oh, you didn’t know that part?" I snarled. "You thought he chose you? Baby, no. You were just available."

I said it slowly, like each word needed to be savored, like each syllable deserved its own spotlight for the kind of psychological massacre I was about to deliver.

My voice wasn’t loud — not yet — but it was sharp enough to slice through the bass, the whispers, the air itself. Every single person in that room turned to look at me like I’d just snapped my fingers and summoned fire.

Tasha looked up at me, lips trembling, mascara smudged, like her soul was starting to realize the seatbelt had come undone and the ride was about to crash.