~Lyra~
Do you know what it feels like to walk into a room full of the most powerful, ancient, snarling, superiority-complex-having Alphas in the f*****g country with dried c*m on your inner thighs, a limp in your step, and your heart still echoing the last time he called you kitten? I’ll tell you. It feels like stepping into a holy place while still reeking of sin.
Like crashing a funeral covered in glitter and orgasms. Like flipping off a room full of priests while wearing nothing but lace. And the worst part? Or maybe the best, depending on how messed up you are inside? I loved it.
I was high. Not on drugs, not on alcohol—on power. On heat. On s*x. On Damon.
The council room was colder than I expected. Maybe because the windows were shut, or maybe because they all looked like they’d
