My Mom’s Fiancé is my Mate

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

'That's what I said, and it's final,' her mother replied, cutting the call before Aurelia could protest further. Typical. Selene Nightbane had a way of deciding everything for her daughter, from the clothes she wore as a kid to the schools she attended. At nineteen, Aurelia craved independence, but here she was, flying back to New York after years in Brooklyn, only to have her mom's new man waiting like some unwanted chaperone.

She tossed the phone onto the bed and sighed, running a hand through her long blonde hair. The room around her was a mess of half-packed boxes and scattered clothes—remnants of the life she'd built away from the city that birthed her. Brooklyn had been her sanctuary, far from the absent father who'd rejected her before she even drew breath and the mother who'd raised her alone at just sixteen. But now, with Selene's wedding looming in a week and a job offer from a tech firm pulling her back, change was inevitable.

The door to her room pushed open without a knock, and Mira burst in, her face twisted in an exaggerated pout. 'I'm going to miss you so much,' Mira whined, launching herself at Aurelia. She wrapped her arms around her best friend's waist, planting a barrage of kisses all over Aurelia's face, cheeks, forehead, even the tip of her nose. Aurelia giggled, squirming under the assault, the sound light and genuine despite the knot in her stomach.

'You are such a playful girl,' Aurelia said, pushing Mira away with a gentle shove. Mira's energy was infectious, a bright spot in the heaviness of leaving.

Mira flopped onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. 'So, what did Mrs. Selene say?'

Aurelia rolled her eyes. 'You know her. He—her boyfriend, is picking me up from the airport.'

Mira's face brightened instantly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 'He? As in, Mr. Hot Sexy is coming to get you?'

Aurelia laughed, shaking her head. 'When did you start calling him that? And no, I don't think he's hot. Stop teasing.' But even as the words left her mouth, doubt crept in. She'd seen the photo her mom sent, a quick snap of Ronan Darkmoor standing beside Selene at some fancy dinner. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to pierce right through the screen. He looked like he could command a room without saying a word, his presence radiating power. A sexy living god, as Mira would put it. But admitting that? Not a chance. Not even to her closest friend.

Mira had been her rock since they were kids. Her aunt—Selene's sister—had taken Aurelia in when things got tough, treating her like one of their own. Mira wasn't just a best friend; she was a sister, the one person Aurelia could gossip with about boys, share secrets over late-night ice cream, and laugh until her sides hurt. Leaving her felt like ripping out a piece of her heart.

'I will miss you so much,' Aurelia said, pulling Mira into a tight hug. The scent of her friend's vanilla shampoo filled her nostrils, a comforting reminder of home.

'You better. And yes, I'll come visit New York. Promise.' Mira squeezed back, then released her to grab the handle of Aurelia's already packed suitcase. 'Come on, let's get this show on the road.'

They headed out to the sitting room, where Aunt Lydia stood waiting. The older woman enveloped Aurelia in a warm embrace, pecking both cheeks with soft, maternal kisses. 'Let me help with that,' she said, taking the suitcase from Mira despite Aurelia's protests.

Outside, the afternoon sun cast long shadows over the driveway. Mr. Thornfield leaned against his sleek black sedan, his kind eyes crinkling as he opened his arms. Aurelia ran to him, burying her face in his shoulder. He'd been more of a father to her than the man who'd sired her ever could be, driving her to school events, fixing her bike, listening to her teenage dramas without judgment. His rejection story, as her mother told it, had left scars, but Mr. Thornfield had helped heal them.

'Take care of yourself, kiddo,' he murmured, his voice gruff with emotion. He loaded her luggage into the trunk, then held the door open for her.

Aurelia slid into the back seat, clutching her handbag. Mira leaned in through the open window, her grin wicked. 'Video call me the second you see Mr. Hot Sexy. I want details—every single one.' She giggled, dodging Aurelia's playful swat.

'Go away, you pest,' Aurelia laughed, snatching her handbag from Mira's teasing grasp. She waved goodbye to her aunt and friend, the car engine rumbling to life as Mr. Thornfield pulled away. Brooklyn's familiar streets blurred past, the corner store where they'd bought candy, the park bench for endless chats. She would miss it all, the simplicity of a life unburdened by New York's chaos.

The drive to the airport was quiet, filled with Mr. Thornfield's occasional reassurances. 'You'll do great in the city, Aurelia. Your mom's excited to have you back.' She nodded, forcing a smile, but her mind raced. A new job, her mother's wedding to a man she barely knew, and now this pickup arrangement. She just wanted to slip into a cab and surprise Selene on her own terms.

At the airport, Mr. Thornfield unloaded her luggage with practiced ease. 'Safe travels,' he said, hugging her one last time before waving her off. Aurelia checked in, boarded the plane, and settled into her seat, watching Brooklyn shrink below as the engines roared. Goodbye, for now.

The flight was short, barely an hour, but it gave her time to scroll through old photos with Mira, her heart aching a little more with each one. New York awaited, bustling, unforgiving, full of possibilities. She landed with a jolt, the cabin filling with the shuffle of passengers. Grabbing her bag, she navigated the terminal, dragging her suitcase behind her. The air hummed with voices and announcements, the scent of coffee and exhaust thick in the air.

Outside the arrivals area, Aurelia scanned for cabs, determined to dodge this awkward meeting. Her mom could deal with her boyfriend later; she needed space to breathe after the journey. She pulled out her phone to call a ride, fingers tapping impatiently.

'Aurelia Nightbane?'

The voice was deep, thick like velvet over gravel, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. She turned, and time seemed to stutter. He stood there, a tower of a man, easily over six feet, his frame packed with muscle that strained against the fabric of his black shirt. The top two buttons were undone, revealing an intricate tattoo snaking from his neck down into the shadowed V of his chest, bold lines and symbols that begged to be explored. His jaw was sharp, chiseled like marble, lips full and slightly curved in amusement. Thick brows framed eyes so dark they pulled her in, and his hair was tousled just enough to look effortlessly commanding.

Her gaze dipped involuntarily to that tattoo, imagining her fingers tracing its path, feeling the heat of his skin beneath. Where did it end? Down his abs, maybe lower, disappearing into—

'Are you sure about that?' he asked, his voice low, as if he'd plucked the thought straight from her head.

Heat flooded her cheeks. 'Mmm-hmm,' she cleared her throat, forcing her eyes up. 'Sorry, who are you?'

His lips twitched, a hint of a smirk. 'Your mother should have mentioned me. Ronan Darkmoor. Follow me.' He turned without another word, striding toward the parking garage with the confidence of someone who expected obedience.

Aurelia blinked, her mind catching up. Ronan. The photo her mom sent, stiff, posed. This was him in the flesh, and damn, he was leagues hotter. More handsome, more magnetic, like the image had captured only a fraction of his allure. She shook her head, cursing her wandering thoughts, and hurried after him, her suitcase wheels clattering on the pavement.

'He can at least carry this luggage for me,' she muttered under her breath, yanking the handle harder as it snagged on a crack.

'I heard that,' he called over his shoulder, not breaking stride.

She scoffed, cheeks burning again. Great, now he thought she was helpless. By the time she reached the garage, her arms ached. A sleek black SUV waited, and from the driver's side emerged another man, tall, well-built, with sharp features and an easy smile. He took her suitcase without a word, lifting it effortlessly into the trunk.

'Thank you,' Aurelia said, staring as his muscles flexed under his jacket. These guys were built like they lived in a gym.

Ronan chuckled beside her. 'Close your mouth before a fly gets in. Get in the car.'

She snapped her jaw shut, mortified. Mr. Hot Sexy, no, Mr. Ronan, had a way of unraveling her composure. She climbed into the back seat, the leather cool against her skin. Ronan slid in beside her, his presence filling the space, while the other man, his driver, she assumed, took the wheel.

The engine purred to life, and they pulled out into the flow of New York traffic. Aurelia shifted, hyper-aware of Ronan's thigh brushing hers in the confined space. He smelled incredible, woodsy, with a hint of spice that made her pulse quicken. She crossed her legs, trying to ignore the warmth building low in her belly.

To distract herself, she pulled out her phone. Texts from Mira lit up the screen, a barrage of emojis and questions.

Mira: Did you see him yet? Spill!!!

Mira: Is he as yummy as the pic?

Mira: Pics or it didn't happen. Video call NOW.

Aurelia smiled despite herself, typing a quick reply: He's here. Hotter in person. But don't tell anyone. She hit send, then glanced at Ronan. He was staring out the window, jaw tight, but she caught him watching her from the corner of his eye.

'So, uh, thanks for picking me up,' she said, breaking the silence. 'Mom didn't warn me.'

He turned, those dark eyes locking onto hers. 'Selene likes surprises. And you're welcome.' His gaze lingered, tracing her face, her lips, down to the curve of her neck. It felt intimate, charged, like he was seeing more than she wanted to show.

The driver, glanced in the rearview mirror, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. 'Boss isn't usually the chauffeur type,' he said, his voice lighter than Ronan's. 'Must be special.'

Ronan shot him a look. 'Drive, Kai.'

Kai chuckled but focused on the road. Aurelia settled back, her mind whirling. This man was about to marry her mother, yet here she was, fighting an inexplicable pull toward him. His tattoo peeked from his collar as he adjusted his shirt, and she bit her lip, forcing her eyes away.

The city blurred past, skyscrapers piercing the sky, horns blaring, the energy of New York wrapping around her like a vice. Home, but not quite. With Ronan beside her, it felt charged with something new, something dangerous.

They hit a red light, and Ronan shifted, his knee pressing against hers again. This time, he didn't move away. Electricity sparked where they touched, a warmth that spread up her thigh. She swallowed, her breath shallow. What was this? Jet lag? Or something about him that made her body react like this?