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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!

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Chapter 109

Davien's P. O. V

We quietly got into the car, keeping an air of silence about us, even until I drove into my apartment grounds, we both kept to ourselves. Once I turned off the engine, Kian alighted the car and walked noiselessly towards the porch.

Our silence lasted us the entire time, up until we went inside, or to our own seperate rooms. Well, Kian to my bedroom which he had converted to his, and mine to the guest room.

Once I heard him shut my bedroom door, I stepped out of my room, and went to the bar section to grab a quick drink. However while I poured myself a drink, I heard a knock on the door downstairs.

I placed the bottle of alcohol on the table and sauntered over to the door, where the knocking persisted. It was late, and I didn't expect anyone at this time, nor were there enough people who knew where I lived.

Maybe it was Oliver…no, this scent didn't belong to him, this scent belonged to Valerie.