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The Mate You Give

Wealth, fame, power, Alpha Davien is the stereotypical playboy who has both the looks and commitment issues. Leading one of the most powerful packs in the whole of New York, life couldn't be much better for him. That was, till his father made an announcement that changed his all so perfect life. With his father stepping down from chairman and their company merging with their number one rival. Davien was left with no choice but to agree to a marriage between himself and the heir of their rivals to preserve the peace and keep his inheritance. Infamous for rejecting three mates in a row, Davien is certain that his so called marriage would end as miserably as any other of his entanglements. However, on the night of his engagement party to Silvia, the eldest daughter and heir to the company, a surprise guest arrives at the event. Kian Saint. The nineteen year old rebel son of the rival company, rumoured to have gone to prison abroad and was deported. Tension rises when Davien and Kian both discover that they're actually each other's mates! Determined not to lose his inheritance, Davien offers Kian a large sum of money with the intention of rejecting the mate bond. Things go south when Davien hears what Kian has to say... "Do I look stupid? Why should I accept this small amount when I can become your husband and have all your money to myself?" Conflicted, he tries to approach Silvia but is left stunned at what she has to say. "I'll admit, I'm a bit shocked myself, but I'm glad Kian has a mate! As long as you keep my brother happy, I won't run your company into the ground." Left with no other choice, the playboy Davien marries an omega seven years younger!

Riceballs_25 · LGBT+
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267 Chs

Chapter 56

Davien's P. O. V

I'm sorry what? Did Kian just propose to me? And while I was in prison nonetheless…well technically not prison but still, a theme park holding cell was not the ideal place to be asking that sort of question.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to marry you. It's just that moving forward we need a binding thread that links us together for the time being. So let's get married." He explained, not making much sense to me.

"But still, isn't getting married a bit too much?"

"I'm not going to beg you to. But just in case something like this ever happens again, wouldn't it be better to flash your marriage certificate as proof instead?" He referenced, drawing my mind back to our little fall out earlier.

Just before I could give my response the door to the office was pushed open, and in came a man in his mid thirties, sporting a stubble beard, and had his fingers combed into the locks of his honey brown hair.