~Lyra~
Camilla laughed.
Not a small laugh. Not a nervous chuckle. I’m talking about a full-blown, head-thrown-back, mouth-wide-open, mascara- smearing, unhinged kind of laugh.
That ugly, cackling, teeth-baring sound that makes you instantly uncomfortable just listening to it. She was clutching her side like she’d just heard the best joke of her life, like someone had handed her a script for a comedy special and said, “Here, this one’s about you losing your damn mind in real time.”
I didn’t move.
Damon didn’t move.
But she just kept laughing, louder now, staggering slightly as she clutched the edge of a chair to keep herself upright. Her body was shaking, her chest heaving, her eyeliner now smudged so far down her cheeks she looked like a sad clown that had wandered into a horror movie set.
“Are you serious?” she wheezed between gasps, swiping at her face with the back of her hand. “No-like, actually. Is this a joke? A prank? Some kind of sick-ass game you are playing on me?”
She pointed between us, still laughing, still losing it, her voice rising with every word like she was spiraling into hysteria and had no intention of slowing down.noveldrama
“Oh gosh-y’all are so funny,” she sneered, eyes glistening with tears that weren’t sad at all. “Really. This? This whole twisted little show you’ve been putting on? It’s hilarious.”
I stared at her, completely still, while my heart thudded against my ribs like it wanted to launch itself out of my chest and slap her across the face.
She was laughing like she hadn’t just tried to kill me.
She was laughing like this entire thing wasn’t dead serious.
And that did something to me.
Something ugly.
But she wasn’t done.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, wiping her eyes and stumbling a step forward, wobbling in her heels like a drunk girl at prom. You’re really standing here, saying that she-this little girl-is your mate?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?!”
She staggered forward, her heels clacking against the floor like the sound alone could make us take her seriously.
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“Is it because I don’t belong to this fucking wolf thing?” she screamed, her voice cracking in the ugliest way. “Is that it?! Is it because I’m not one of you? Because I don’t shift? Because I’m human huh? Answer me Damon!”
Damon didn’t move. Not even a blink. But I felt his hand on my hip tighten-just slightly. Enough to let me know he was keeping himself still. For me.
Camilla wasn’t done. Not even close.
“So what, you just decided you needed someone more like you?” she barked, her voice rising higher, laced with venom.
“You wanted a like-person-wolf-thing to match your own freak-show genes? Is that it? So you picked your daughter’s age mate?! Are you fucking insane?! You chose a child, Damon!”
She stepped closer.
“You must be sick, Damon!” she shrieked. “Fucking sick! You want to talk about the Moon Goddess and fated mates and all that werewolf destiny bullshit? Fine. Say whatever you want. But that girl’s eighteen! And you’re like old enough to birth her!
Her voice broke. For the first time, her hands were shaking for real.
“She’s just a kid!”
Her eyes found mine again, and I saw the shift. From rage to disgust. From heartbreak to hatred.
“And don’t you fucking dare tell me you’ve been fucking her,” she hissed, her voice dropping into something deadly. “Don’t you dare look me in the face and tell me you’ve been inside her.
I didn’t breathe.
Damon didn’t flinch.
And for one full second, the entire room went silent. Then.
Yes.
That one word. That one syllable. That filthy, delicious, scorching admission that left Damon’s mouth like a loaded weapon and detonated in the center of the room-
“Yes. I’ve been fucking her.”
I swear the air changed.
It didn’t just shift. It snapped. Like the molecules around us heard him and combusted with lust and horror all at once. Camilla stopped breathing. Her mouth fell open like someone had just slapped her across the face with a brick of truth she wasn’t prepared to carry. And me?
My entire body reacted.
I felt it everywhere. The heat. The ache. The throb that started between my legs and spread like wildfire. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely stay upright. My breath hitched. My spine arched slightly without my permission. And my thighs-gods, my thighs squeezed together as if I could hide the way my pussy just clenched around nothing like it was already missing him.
I shouldn’t have gotten wet from that.
I shouldn’t have liked it.
But I did.
I liked the way he said it.
So calm.
So sure.
So fucking dirty.
And then he kept going.
“She’s not just my mate,” Damon said, his voice dropping into that place that always made me weak. “She’s my obsession. My addiction. My sweet little Omega that I ruin every single night.”
Oh fuck.
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