Semua Bab My Mom’s Fiancé is my Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

'Tell me about Brooklyn,' he said suddenly, his voice pulling her from her thoughts.She blinked. 'It's... quieter than here. I lived with my aunt and Mira. We had good times.'He nodded, his expression unreadable. 'Selene mentioned your friend. Sounds close.''Yeah, like sisters.' She hesitated, then added, 'What about you? Mom says you run a big company.''Armaments. Weapons tech, mostly.' His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was holding back.'Cool,' she murmured, though the idea of him dealing in guns and ammo clashed with the polished man beside her. It suited him, though, the power, the control.Kai navigated through traffic, weaving past taxis and pedestrians. Aurelia's phone buzzed again, Mira's response: HOTTER? Girl, details! Does he smell good? Touch him accidentally yet?She stifled a laugh, typing: Stop. He's right here.The car swerved slightly to avoid a pothole, jolting her into Ronan's side. His arm came up instinctively, steadying her, his hand w

Ronan Mansion**The chandelier's harsh glow pierced the shadows of Ronan's sitting room, illuminating the bar where he stood, a tumbler of whiskey clutched in his tattooed hand. The mansion's dark aesthetic gleaming black marble floors, walls adorned with shadowed displays of antique blades, and leather furniture that whispered of restrained power contrasted sharply with the bright lights overhead. Ronan swirled the amber liquid, his muscular frame tense beneath a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad chest. The city's distant hum filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying the airport encounter with Aurelia, whose scent had ignited the mate bond like a spark to dry tinder.Kai, Ronan's closest confidant and beta in all but name, perched on a barstool, his sharp features twisted in amusement. He sipped his own drink, eyes glinting as he studied his friend. 'I saw the way you looked at your stepdaughter,' Kai said, his voice laced with mocke

Downstairs, the house was quiet, no sign of Selene or Ronan. Plates sat clean in the sink, the coffee pot still warm but empty. Aurelia grabbed her bag and headed to the exit door, spotting her mother's sports car keys on the console table. Luckily, she'd brought it over yesterday. She slid into the leather seat, the engine roaring to life with a throaty purr, and zoomed off toward the city, the mansion shrinking in the rearview mirror.Traffic hummed around her as she merged onto the highway, the skyline rising ahead. Her new tech job waited, lines of code, meetings, a normal routine to anchor her. But even as the wind whipped through the open window, Ronan's smirk lingered in her thoughts, a shadow she couldn't quite outrun. The wedding loomed, Saturday just days away, and with it, the tangled web of family and forbidden tension.At the office, she parked in the underground garage and rode the elevator up, the ding of floors a welcome distraction. Her desk awaited in the open-plan s

Fingers traced her slit through the fabric, rubbing her swollen clit in slow circles until she whimpered. With a rip, he tore the panties away, the sound sharp in the night, cool air kissing her bare, slick folds. 'Don't worry,' he growled, voice rough. 'I'll get you another one.' He dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs. His tongue plunged into her cunt, lapping greedily at her juices, sucking her folds into his mouth with voracious pulls. He devoured her like she was his only sustenance, nose grinding her clit while his lips sealed around her hole, tongue fucking deep and hard.His hands roamed up, yanking the dress's neckline down to free her breasts. They spilled out, nipples hard peaks in the night air. He cupped the soft mounds, thumbs flicking the buds before rolling them between rough fingers, pinching until she gasped. The dual assault, his mouth ravaging her pussy, teeth grazing her inner lips, and his hands twisting her nipples, pushed her over again. Au

The sleek black SUV pulled up to the towering glass facade of Armament Industries, Ronan's sprawling company headquarters that loomed like a fortress on the edge of the city. The sun had fully set now, the neon lights of New York casting erratic shadows across the parking lot. Ronan stepped out first, his broad shoulders straining against the black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate tattoos snaking up his forearms. Kai followed, phone pressed to his ear, coordinating with the shadows they had planted at the hotel.'Yeah, keep an eye on them, especially Aurelia, until I'm there,' Ronan barked into his own phone, his voice a low growl that brooked no argument. He ended the call with a jab of his thumb, shoving the device into his pocket. The air hummed with tension, the faint scent of blood from earlier still clinging to his clothes. 'Kai, round up the guys. Quick—we're heading to the hotel. Now.'Kai nodded sharply, already texting the team. Within minutes, a