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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 122

Davien's P. O. V

When I discovered Kian wasn't by side, I immediately took out my new phone to call him, but he didn't respond, nor did he look at my messages.

His threat sang in my head like a bad tune, constantly reminding me of the possiblity that he might've truly left me. Was I too rash in trying to mark him? Perhaps I shouldn't have forced him like that.

But then, I didn't have the time to second guess myself hoping he'd come back. There were only two places he could've gone that I knew of. And that was, either the packhouse or to Knoxwell's place.

I highly preferred the former to the latter, though I hated to admit it, but if I went over to Knoxwell's now to retrieve him, I wasn't confident I would be able to achieve that.

Choosing the former, I got into my car, and rolled down the windows, letting the scent of sweat and sex breeze out, then drove off the street, towards the road connecting to the highway.