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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 198

Davien's P. O. V

"I'm under arrest? Scott is this some fucking joke?!" I raised my disgruntled voice, staring down the men forming a wall on me at all sides.

Scott crushed his cigar against his ashtray and clicked his tongue, "Those children you planned to sell off, tell us where you've hidden them and I promise your sentence will be lightened." He suggested playing fucking saint in front of everybody.

I tried to take a step forward and land a square punch on his face, but the shifters around me inched closer, sounding a warning. Not that I was afraid of them.

"Scott, I'm warning you, you're digging a hole you won't be able to crawl out of." He just wanted the kids, because they were the only ones who could attest to the truth.

But I wasn't going to let him have them.