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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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Chapter 125

Davien's P. O. V

Ashenwild? This wasn't the first time Kian had mentioned it, he said something similar when he blackmailed Mrs Saint back at their estate. I recalled being curious over what it was, but didn't want to place pressure on him about it.

"And what is Ashenwild exactly?" I noticed two customers walk inside, the café was starting to pick up. We had better leave soon, before someone spotted or overheard what we were talking about.

Kian withdrew his hand and reached for his phone, he scrolled a bit, inputted some data then passed the screen to me. Uncertain, I peered into the screen, only to find myself staring at a photo of bags of whitish poweder in little plastic bags. The photo wasn't clear, and looked like it was taken in a rush, the greater part of the surroundings was a blur. And from the angle, I could tell Kian might've taken it discreetly.

"What am I looking at?" I lowered my voice into a whisper and leaned in.