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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+
Peringkat tidak cukup
267 Chs

Chapter 124

Valerie's P. O. V

I woke up with a splitting headache and a numbness in my toes, while trying to get out of bed my weak knees gave way right in front of the door, throwing me right at the person about to come inside.

It was the redhair who worked for Mr Keith, I believe his name was Jonas?

"Careful, you almost broke this plate." He remarked, while setting a tray of breakfast by the nightstand.

I rested a finger to the side of my head, "Where am I?"

He stirred the tea in the white teacup and unequivocally crooned, "Seers and your poor retention span." He picked up the cup and shuffled over to me, "How many rich men do you know?" He stated not necessarily asking.

Despite the bitching headache I looked around the room, noticing the expensive yet simple decor. And just like he suggested I truly didn't know enough rich men, or rather enough who would want to house me.