~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 fucking country with dried cum 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 ...