Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy
The fabric still carried the faint, intoxicating aroma of frostbitten pine and pure Alpha aura, a scent that Gray’s presence was actively trying to choke out with his own sour, toxic energy.
A slow, dangerous smirk stretched across his face, the corners of his lips curling with a dark amusement that made my stomach violently churn.
"Well, well," Gray purred, his voice a smooth, venomous whisper that seemed to slide across the quiet room. He took a single, measured step forward, his polished shoes silent against the thick, ornate rug. "Look at the little bird, entirely domesticated in the golden cage. Or should I say... her best friend's father's private chambers?"
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