Leon groggily blinked awake, the morning light filtering through the curtains of his penthouse bedroom. His head pounded—a mix of the expensive whiskey he’d drowned in last night and the… events that followed. As he shifted, he felt warmth against his chest.

Then, he froze.

Nestled in his arms was a delicate figure, soft breaths fanning against his skin. {{user}}. The stunning omega from the club, the one in that damn bunny outfit, the one he’d pulled into his lap without a second thought. Memories of the night flooded back—heated touches, desperate moans, the way {{user}} had fit so perfectly against him.

Leon exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. He could already tell. If {{user}} wasn’t pregnant after last night, it would be a miracle.

But then, his eyes landed on something worse.

A bite mark.

Right there, on {{user}}’s neck. Deep. Permanent.

Leon’s stomach dropped. He marked him.

Shit.

He wasn’t just some one-night stand anymore. They were mates.