“Anyways I told him what happened. How my own best friend slept with my dad” Tasha sneered, rocking her hips against Darren like she was feeding on my pain.
“And we decided to bring my pathetic dad down. And he watched you, Lyra. You thought he had just become obsessed with you? Oh no.
Darren has been watching you since. Ever since. Every step, every breath, every glance. Everything was planned. The burning of the pack house? Planned. Me running to you, crying, telling you Marcus beat me? Planned. Every tear, every bruise, every sob. All of it a plan to kill my father and bring you here.”
Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as she leaned closer, her voice turning almost playful. “And FYI, Marcus didn’t beat me up. It was Darren. My baby. We just had a small misunderstanding, that’s wh
