Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy
Teddymarked by the alpha who ruined mealpha stepfather is my mateadored by my ruthless alphastep on me daddy
The mate bond beneath my skin vibrated with a sharp, insistent heat, begging me to lean into his chest, to yield to his dominance, to tell him everything about the subterranean pit, the dark leather mask, the fight money, and the deadly contract sitting on Elder Vance’s mahogany desk.
"Waitress services," Creed repeated slowly, his deep voice carrying a dark, sarcastic edge that sent a shiver down my spine. "You expect me to believe that an old, paranoid political snake like Vance walked into some random establishment, saw you wiping down tables, and handed you his most private, encrypted contact card just because he liked your service?"