Chapter 50 – Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily & Connor) Novel Free Online By Royalty Writes

Oh my God.

“So,” Connor finally said, “what were you and Bella discussing about? Hmm?”

Oh my God.

Oh my actual God. That means he didn’t hear? I

“She… ehmm… we… ehmm…” My voice broke in the middle like it was trying to warn me to shut up, but did I? No. Because my mouth hates me. “It was nothing! Like, totally nothing. Girl stuff.

“Best friend things. Private conversations about boring… boring… things. Like nail polish. Period cramps. You know, uterus discussions. Tampons. Just real feminine mysteries you would never understand. Absolutely nothing you would want to hear about, Very boring. You would have hated it. In fact, I hated it. I was asleep. Yes, I was literally asleep while she was talking. That is how boring it was.”

Connor tilted his head slightly. Just a little. Like a wolf right before it lunges. “Hmm,” he said softly. That was it. Just hmm.

Oh, I was dead.

“It was boring!” I yelped because silence makes me panic even worse. “Like the most boring thing you could imagine. The dictionary is more exciting. Watching grass grow? Thrilling compared to what she said. Paint drying?

“A blockbuster movie next to this conversation. She said some words, I nodded, but my brain deleted them in real time because they were so boring. Honestly, I do not even remember a single thing she said. Probably about… shopping? Shoes? Yes. Shoes. Sandals, maybe. Totally normal.”

His eyebrow lifted.

I wanted to throw myself overboard.

“We definitely did not, I blurted out way too fast, “talk about public things.”

He stilled. “Public things?”

“Did I say public?” I laughed, except it came out high-pitched and unhinged, like a dying hyena. “I meant Publix. The grocery store. We were talking about milk. And bread. And vegetables. Very wholesome. Very Christian. No public activities. None. Zero. I would never be involved in anything public, obviously. What kind of girl do you think I am? Not that kind of girl. A good girl. A very good girl. Like a nun. The Virgin Mary has nothing on me. People pray to me for forgiveness.”

He just looked at me.

Not moving. Not blinking.

Just standing there while my entire mouth went feral on its own, listing things I had no business listing.

“Anyway,” I rambled, because apparently I hate myself, “like I said, boring conversation. Very forgettable. Nobody should repeat it ever. Especially not to you. Especially not near you. Especially not in the same country as you, actually. I will call Bella right now and tell her to burn it from history.

She will. She will set it on fire. With matches. Poof. Gone.”

Still nothing from him.

That was worse than yelling. Worse than threats. That was I know you are lying through your pretty little teeth and I will deal with you later energy.

Connor finally moved, just a small step forward, but it was enough to send a cold shiver racing through my entire body because there was something in his eyes that said he had been letting me talk myself in circles this whole time on purpose.

“You,” he closed the distance between us, “are so bad at lying.”

My mouth fell open. “I am not..I wasn’t even lying, Connor, I was just explaining, I was..”

He cut me off without even raising his voice. He did not need to. “I heard every fucking thing.”

I froze so hard my entire brain actually stopped producing thoughts for a good five seconds.

It was like my whole nervous system hit the emergency brakes all at once because he said it with certainty, like there was no point in denying anything because he had already read me down to the bone.

“And guess what?” he continued, leaning in just enough that I felt his breath near my ear.

“I saw you rubbing your thighs while she talked. Sitting there like your pussy was getting wet while Bella babbled about her little adventures. Do you think I did not notice? You were squirming, baby.

You were touched on.

My whole body caught fire so fast I actually forgot how to breathe for a second. My mouth moved before my brain could stop it.

“I wasn’t..it was not..I mean my thighs..I was stretching! Yes. Stretching. My leg cramped. It was a muscle spasm. Very normal. Very boring. Zero touching happened. Nothing to see here. In fact, my thighs were asleep. Entirely numb. Dead thighs. Not even functioning. I have no thighs at all.”

His mouth curved slowly, darkly, like he was watching me fall apart just to enjoy the view. “Sure you were.”

That was all he said.

And it ruined me.

Because he did not believe me for one second and we both knew it.

“I would touch your pussy right now to check,” he murmured, “but people are passing.”

I stopped breathing. I literally forgot how to be alive because he said it like he was discussing the weather while my entire soul was about to leap out of my body and dive straight into the ocean.

“But,” he continued, eyes locked on mine so steady my chest felt tight, “you will get your punishment later for lying through your pretty little teeth.”

My whole body went hot all at once, like he had just flipped some internal switch I did not even know existed, because he said it so calm, so sure, like the punishment was already carved into stone somewhere and I had no way out.

“Now,” he said smoothly, straightening up like he had not just dismantled my sanity in front of strangers, “about our dinner.”

I could barely get words out because my voice had turned against me. “Dinner?”

“Yes, pumpkin,” he murmured, that tiny dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, “go put on the dress.”

“Connor,” I started, already feeling like my entire existence was hanging by a thread, “I..”

“Now. Do not make me repeat myself!” he said simply, and the way his voice dropped on that single word made my whole stomach twist because there was no room left for arguing.

**Lily**

The waiter had not even left the table yet when a man appeared out of nowhere like the plot twist I had not ordered but was apparently getting served tonight anyway.

He was tall, golden-skinned from the sun, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled and the top few buttons undone like he was auditioning to be the sexy love interest in a Netflix summer movie.

He had dark hair that looked like he had run his hands through it in a way that should not have been attractive but was, and he smiled at me with the kind of confidence that only came from either being very charming or very stupid.

“Se?orita,” he said smoothly, sliding into the seat beside me before I could even say no, and his accent rolled over the word like it had been dipped in caramel “You dine alone?”

I immediately forgot how to breathe because technically I was eating alone, yes, but spiritually and emotionally I was under the constant invisible surveillance of Connor.

So no, sir, I was not alone. I was living under a silent, terrifying dictatorship in which I had accidentally become both the citizen and the criminal, and this man was about to commit an international crime by sitting here.

“Yes,” I heard myself say anyway because my mouth has a long history of betraying me in times of crisis.

His smile widened like I had just given him permission to ruin my life further, and he leaned in slightly as if we were about to share a scandalous secret. “My name is Rafael,” he said with a tiny shrug, like the name alone should explain why women everywhere probably fainted at his feet.

You are too beautiful to eat alone.”

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