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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 207

Davien's P. O. V

My mind flashed back to some days ago, particularly to when Kian was hospitalized after the incident. To the day that I got the call that made me feel that Kian and I had to break up.

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I pulled over at the designated meeting spot, to see he was already waiting for me by his car, holding an alcohol canister to his lips.

"You have less than five minutes to make me not want to punch you in the face." I announced stepping down from my car, leaving the engine running.

He disengaged, and then threw the canister behind him, not caring where it landed. Though I doubt it would hurt anyone, considering this was an old building.

"Don't get a big head you bastard, the only reason I haven't decapitated you yet is because Kian seems to fawn over you." Knoxwell said, and then reclined against his car.

I rolled my eyes, "Talk."