~Lyra~
We pulled up in front of the school, but I didn’t move.
The car was still running. My chest was still tight. And even though the sun was up and teenagers were filing through the gates with backpacks and half-finished homework, I was still sitting here, thighs pressed together, mouth sore, and brain foggy from everything he made me feel.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Camilla had said. Not just the insults. Not just the jealousy. But that one line-“I’m human.”
I turned toward him slowly.noveldrama
“Damon,” I said quietly, the word still sticky on my lips after everything we’d done, “Camilla said she was human. What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer right away. He stared straight ahead, his jaw locked, his hand still on the wheel like he was forcing himself to stay calm. I could see the way his chest moved-slow breaths like he was preparing to rip open a chapter of his past that he probably hadn’t told anyone.
“What does it mean?” I asked again, softer now. “That she’s human?”
He exhaled through his nose, turned his head toward me, and looked at me like the truth had always been heavy but never quite this real.
“It means,” he said slowly, voice like gravel and fire, “that she was never supposed to be mine.’
The words hit me like a slap and a kiss at the same time.
“I waited years for a mate,” he continued, and now his voice was steady. Deep. Raw. Honest. “I waited until I was almost twenty-five. Every Alpha feels it-this pull, this hunger, this ache in your bones that doesn’t make sense until you see her. Smell her. Touch her. And every year that passed without it, I got colder. Meaner. Harder. My father kept saying maybe my mate died young. That sometimes the bond just… doesn’t come.”
I swallowed, listening like every word was being engraved in me.
“I didn’t want to marry just anyone,” he said. “I knew I wasn’t built for softness. I would destroy a girl who didn’t know how to handle me. So my father made me a deal. He had a human friend—a man he trusted with his life. That man had a daughter. That was Camilla. A human. Smart. Obedient. Pretty in the way humans are sometimes. My father said it would settle the rumors. Calm the pack. Give me someone to stand beside me.”
He turned fully now, one arm slung across the back of my seat, his eyes dragging over me like he couldn’t stop himself. “But what I didn’t know,” he said slowly, like every word was burning his throat, “was that my mate would be my daughter’s best friend.”
I blinked. My throat closed. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to jump into his hands.
“I saw you that first day. You were so young. I knew I had to wait” he continued, and now his voice was shifting-lower, hotter, drenched in heat. “I smelled you before I even walked into the room. I felt you before I even saw you. And when I laid eyes on you, I knew. I fucking knew. You were too young. Off-limits. Completely forbidden. But it didn’t matter. My instincts didn’t care.”
He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then let his fingers trail down the side of my neck. His touch was gentle, but the look in his eyes was anything but.
“I tried to stay away. I tried to bury it. I told myself it was just lust. Just the Omega scent. But then you looked at me with those eyes. You smiled at me like you didn’t even know how dangerous I was. You walked around my house in those tiny little shorts. You left your scent everywhere. And I lost my fucking mind.”
I couldn’t breathe. My whole body was on fire just from hearing him talk.
“You don’t understand what it’s like for someone like me,” he said, voice rougher now, almost shaking. “To find a mate after so long. To finally feel that pull… and have it be you. A girl I was supposed to protect. Supposed to ignore. Supposed to hand off to someone younger, safer, dumber.”
He shook his head, eyes now locked on my thighs, his pupils blown wide with need.
“But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t stop smelling your heat. I couldn’t stop hearing you moan in my fucking dreams. You don’t know what you’ve done to me, Lyra. You’ve ruined every ounce of control I’ve ever had.”
My breath hitched.
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