Page 375 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

The viewer count starts at twelve the moment I go live.

Never mind. Thirty-four.

A hundred and sixty-three.

The numbers climb in real time in the corner of the screen, and I watch them tick upward while my pulse ticks faster and my head swims.

"Hi," I say, swallowing hard.

We're already at three hundred.

Holy shit.

Somehow, I manage to keep my voice steady. Maybe because Wraith's arms are still locked around my waist behind me, solid as iron, his steady heartbeat thudding against my spine. It's tough to be scared with Wraith wrapped around me and the rest of my pack by my side.

"I'm Ivy Byrne," I begin. "I guess most of you probably know of me, which isn't the same thing as actually getting to see me one-on-one, so… I figured I'd fix that."

Seven hundred viewers.

A thousand.

Oh gods…

The chat is already moving. All I catch are fragments scrolling past.

omg is this real

where's the guys???

THAT'S IVY

"So… this isn't rehearsed," I continue. "Nobody coached me. I'm just sitting in my living room, and I'm going to tell you what happened to me, and you can decide for yourselves what's true."

Over two thousand now.

I take a deep breath.

"When I met Wade Kelly, he was everything you'd want in an alpha. Charming. Attentive. He made me feel like the only person in the room. I know some of you have been asking why I didn't just leave as soon as that changed, and the answer is that the person hurting you is often the person who made you feel safe. By the time I realized who Wade was, he'd cut me off from everyone who could have helped, and he did it so gradually even I didn't realize what was happening until he controlled everything."

Five thousand viewers.

"It started small. Comments about what I was wearing. Questions about where I was going, who I was texting. He'd check my phone while I was sleeping. He'd time how long I was at the grocery store and act like he was worried I'd gotten in an accident."

Eight thousand.

"Then it got physical. Grabbing and shoving. And when I did try to leave the first time…" I touch my shoulder through my shirt. "He forced a mating bond on me. Bit me while I was pinned down and told me if I was bonded, I'd always come back. That I'd have no other choice."

I pause again.

"He's missing his finger because I bit it off, by the way. That wasn't from a dog attack like he said."

The chat's going wild. I don't have the mental bandwidth to read it right now, but I see dog and devil emojis flying by.

"So I burned his mark off my body with a flat iron. And I hid in the maintenance tunnels of the Ghosts' hockey arena because the last place Wade's ego would let him look for 'his' omega was his rival team's home."

Ten thousand viewers.

"That's the story Wade's family is calling a lie."