Alpha Stepfather Is My Mate!

Alpha Stepfather Is My Mate!

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"You love the way I touch you, don't you, kitten? You can't hide it. Tell me to stop, and I will do that immediately?" I couldn't say anything; I was a complete wreck of nerves. He inched his face closer, and I arched my back so that it pushed my chest towards him. I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to touch me. Needed him to touch me. "Do you still think that this is a mistake?" He asked, his lips curved in a teasing smirk. However, I was far too gone to argue. "I'm not going to touch you until you beg me." He stepped even closer. "Now, kitten, do you still think that this is a mistake?" *** *** *** **** In one single day, my entire life is turned upside down when Dad is brought back to the pack, lifeless and dead in every way. However, the last thing I would have expected was my mother to show up on our doorstep after thirteen years to take me in. Or maybe not, because nothing else can beat the insane attraction that I feel to this man. This man walking down the stairs and looking every bit like some Greek god of seduction. "Olivia, my husband, André." Wait... He's my stepfather?
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He held my hand. Firm. Too firm. I froze. My mind screamed to pull away, but my body... didn't move. Then, his legs shifted-trapping mine between his. I couldn't even move my feet. His voice was calm, almost teasing. "You seem distracted, aren't you? I am... looking at you, and I'm more than distracted." My heart raced. His hand touched my cheek. Slowly. Gently. Wrong. I wanted to scream... but my throat betrayed me. That day, he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my ear. "I want you... completely."

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