Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 54

Did You Ride Him?

~~Lyra

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“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.

Like that somehow made it better.

Like that made the d**k smaller. The betrayal softer. The memory less soul–crushing.

I stared at her.

I stared so long and so hard my vision blurred.

“You f****d 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… f****d 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 d**k in you?”

The party went dead silent.

“Answer me, Tasha! Did. He. Put. His. d**k. 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 d**k while I was crying into my pillow over him?! Did you moan for him, Tasha?! Did you suck his d**k?! 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

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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 d**k was inside you? When he was on top of you? Or behind you? Or wherever the f**k 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 c*m 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 f**k him. You meant to lie. You meant to pretend you were my best friend while his d**k 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 c*m? 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 b***h. 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 f**k 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.

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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 m******e 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.

I tilted my head, blinking like I was trying to make sense of the disgusting image playing behind my eyelids.

“He told people you were easy,” I said, enunciating each word with the precision of a girl who had been quiet for too damn long but of course I was lying. I just wanted to make her feel terrible

“He also said that he didn’t even try – you just opened your legs like a gift bag at a party he didn’t even RSVP to.”

Her mouth opened, probably to lie, but I cut her off without mercy.

“He told people that f*****g you felt like a formality. Like checking a box. Like he was doing you a favor. Did

you know that, Tasha? Did you know he said you were a mercy nut? That he only did it because you were

there? That it was fast, forgettable, and made him miss me more?”

Tasha’s hand flew to her chest like I’d just physically slapped her. Her eyes filled with tears, and for a second

one small, petty second – I almost felt bad.

But then I remembered the girl I was when it happened.

I remembered the nights I curled up in bed with a pillow between my thighs, wondering if there was something wrong with me because I didn’t want to have s*x yet.

I remembered crying in a bathroom stall while she texted me from the next hallway saying you’re strong when she had already let him inside her. I remembered blaming myself. And then I didn’t feel bad anymore.

“I swear it was just once,” she whispered, finally, like that changed anything. “Lyra, it was a mistake. It wasn’t even good. I didn’t even finish. I regretted it the moment it happened. He was fast and sloppy and smelled like sweat and weed and cheap regrets.”

I let out a dry laugh, the kind that wasn’t funny but still came out because if I didn’t laugh, I was going to

scream so loud I’d set off a car alarm.

“Oh, so now you want to insult the quality of the betrayal? Like that’s supposed to make me feel better? Like, what? You didn’t c*m, so that makes the betrayal easier to swallow? Oh no, Tasha. It doesn’t. Not even close.”

I turned my head slowly to Marcus, who was standing there with that same arrogant little tilt to his mouth. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even prétend to look sorry. He looked smug. Like he was enjoying the attention. Like he thought this was still about him.

And that’s when I knew. I knew I wasn’t going to walk away quietly. I wasn’t going to storm out and cry in a bathroom again. I wasn’t going to let this be another memory that haunted me in silence.

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I was going to humiliate him. In front of everyone. In front of God. In front of every single person who ever

looked at me and thought I was weak.

Without hesitation. I stepped forward. My heels clacked against the floor like they were sounding a warning.

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My dress the black one that barely covered my heartbreak–swished against my thighs. My heart pounded In my ears like a war drum, but I didn’t stop.

I walked right up to him, close enough to smell his cologne, that sickening mix of overconfidence and Axe

body spray.

“You think you won?” I said, my voice shaking now not from fear but from the weight of everything I’d held inside for two years.”

You think just because I didn’t give you my virginity, I lost? You think just because she was willing to get on

her knees, that makes you a man? You’re not a man, Marcus. You’re a toddler with a hard–on and a

superiority complex.”

He rolled his eyes.

So I acted.

Before anyone could stop me, I kicked him. Not a tap. Not a gentle nudge. I kicked him directly in the balls

with the kind of force you only build from heartbreak, betrayal, and every insult you swallowed because you

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