Captive Mate BL

At a turn in the hallway just a short distance from where Lake was, there were two familiar faces staring at each other in silent agreement.

Relief was written on Bella’s face, she had finally come to a suitable but mostly harmless way to separate Lake from Davian, and while she was thinking about how to implement her new plan, Clint had walked up to her.

Although they were both tagged as heirs to their parents’ fortunes by the general public, Clint never acknowledged her, so it was startling to have the Alpha approach her first.

Bella had quickly smoothed out her dress, delicate ringed hands in her hair as she looked up at him through her lashes.

"Cut it out," Clint had coldly cut off her priming.

Call it desperation but Bella was no longer hooked up on Davian, he was just the only option available to her.

She was viewed as rich, beautiful, and successful, so she scared off most men. It didn’t matter much, however, because very few men would be able to fix her issues.

Clint Ryder could however, the Alpha was filthy rich and had shares in practically every business in Haines but those calculating eyes held nothing but disdain for her.

"...I see you’ve been staring at Mafia King Davian this entire time," He went right on, inviting himself to her table.

Isabella watched the handsome heir steal her drink and empty the glass of white wine. "And how would you know that if you hadn’t been staring at me as well?"

Clint didn’t let her words get to him, signaling a waiter for another drink. "I can help you get what you want."