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!
Davien's P. O. V
I could smell her arousal and it made my lips flatten into a thin-lipped smile, just like all the other women who've come across me, she fell for my charms.
So predictable.
She, in particular, was the daughter of a large corporate group who had ulterior motives to run my family's business onto the ground.
Not that they actually could pull it off.
Their group consisted of members of smaller packs from the Western region, with no firm backbone of their own. It was those sorts of alliances where the weak would look after one another and try to claw their way to the top.
A bunch of spineless cockroaches.
I casually swirled my glass around, allowing the alcohol to mix with the ice cube inside, whilst I kept my gaze fixed on the blonde-haired woman.
There was hardly any noise from the rowdy club downstairs, and there were only five of us present in the VVIP room.
She finally pretended to acknowledge my presence in the room and shot a flirtatious wink at me. I smirked in response to her greeting, letting her know that her skimpy red dress and heavy makeup weren't a total waste.
Taking my smirk as the go-ahead, she bid the man she had accompanied a distasteful farewell and sauntered over to where I sat, legs apart. I slapped my right thigh, gesturing for the little lady to take a seat, an offer she did well to return.
Her date seemed somewhat pissed, he attempted to come at me, but took a steady step back, once he took a closer look at me. Defeated, he escorted himself out of the room, without paying for their drinks.
"Isn't that your date leaving? Won't you go after him?" I asked with fake concern, seeking the final confirmation that she was the one who went after me, and not the other way around.
She brought her cherry lipstick lips to my neck and attempted to bite me, my body acted on impulse and gripped her wrists, a forced smile on my lips.
"I don't like having to fight for someone, which is why I need you to say it yourself," I said in an attempt to make her forget all about getting too fast with me.
She curled her lips into a seductive smile and stared at my face, releasing her arousal without any reservation. "I want it. I want you." She moaned and then chewed on her lower lip, all while wriggling her wrists out of my grip.
Somewhat content with her response, I let go of her wrists and flung my head back, giving her the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ravish me.
"I'm Sydney." She whispered into my ear, rather too late in her introduction.
Her hands were set to work hungrily unfastening each of my buttons, the fire in her eyes was enough proof she wanted me tonight. Finally convinced that she was ready, I gripped the back of her neck and crashed her lips into mine, engaging them in a hungry kiss...
*Next Morning*
Sydney's place was far more luxurious than I expected, for someone whose class was still far beneath mine. Her performance in bed was also beyond my expectations, I could hardly keep my hands off her body the entire night.
"You're up early." I heard her moan from behind me, I looked over my shoulder to see her dressed in a shirt that barely covered her ass.
Must have belonged to an old boyfriend.
"Old habits die hard," I told her while putting on my shoes, my job was finished here, which also meant my relationship with Sydney was over as well.
"Can I call you?" She asked with expectant eyes, her index finger twisting her curly locks of blonde hair.
"I'll call you."
She pouted and grabbed my right arm, trying to put up some sort of resistance. Her lips flattened into a devious smile as she pressed her breasts against my body.
"You were so good, I can't stop thinking of when next we'll hook up," Sydney said, being persistent.
Just what I wanted.
"I don't know anymore, I wasn't going to tell you anything, but I think we're not compatible," I said, dangling the bait in front of her.
She furrowed her brows and sent me a questioning stare, "why? Did I do something wrong?" She retorted in a whiny tone that made my ears bleed. I straightened my shoulders and peeled her hands off my arm, maintaining a civil aura.
"I should be asking you that question, I thought we had something special last night, but I never thought that you were targeting me because of my family's business." I accused in a dramatic tone, sparking her interest.
"Family business? I don't know anything about what you're saying, I swear." Sydney argued, standing her ground.
"I thought so too, but that was until I saw those family photos on your nightstand. You're the daughter of the infamous Halfmoon group, the only daughter of Alpha Renold. Your family is trying to run my family's business into the ground, and here I was, under the covers with the enemy!"
I usually abstained from being so dramatic, but when it came to bimbos like Sydney, I had to sound convincing enough to get her to act on her own accord. After making a background check on her, I discovered that she had been in seven serious relationships within eight months.
And by serious, I mean to say, that this woman was ready to empty her bank account to keep a man to herself. The only catch was, she had high standards that influenced her choice of men.
"Don't talk like that, I swear that I had no idea about it, and besides business is business, pleasure is distinct." She said, applying logic to the situation.
I scoffed at her, "if that's how you feel, then forget about last night and forget about me. I can't bring myself to get involved with the enemy's daughter." And with that said, I dashed out of her place, grinning from ear to ear, certain that my agenda was achieved.
*Office*
My nose picked up the scent of Gwendolyn, my secretary as she walked into my office, holding a red file in her hands.
Gwen was a rogue, who had managed to escape a raid on her pack, some eight years ago. At first, I was fascinated by the thought of bagging a rogue, but after I got to know how efficient she was. I ended up hiring her as my secretary instead.
"Mr. Moore, we've received a business proposal from the Halfmoon group, they're looking to do business with you," Gwendolyn informed me, telling me what I already knew.
Sydney had sent me an annoyingly sentimental text, assuring me that there was nothing to keep us apart from each other.
"Tell them I'll review their proposition and get back to them," I instructed, mindlessly staring into my phone, scrolling through the articles about Saint incorporations.
She nodded then cleared her throat to speak, drawing my attention to the ash skirt she had on that hugged her curves perfectly.
"Your father has requested to see you tonight at the pack house," Gwendolyn stated in a professional tone, as her fingers pushed a strand of her straight black hair behind her ear.
I frowned at the summon, certain that father had the same old sermon to preach, the one that included me settling down with my mate.
A word I had come to hate.
"Tell him I'm busy, it's your job as my secretary to make up lies to protect my image." I teased, earning a small smile from Gwendolyn. However, that smile quickly melted into a frown, she narrowed her brown eyes at me and sent me a harsh glare.
"I'm afraid that your father placed me on the spot and asked for your schedule himself. He's assembled the high-ranking members of the pack, and as Alpha, you have to be there." Her insistent tone reminded me of my late mother.
I let out a long sigh and pinch my forehead in defeat, "I can never win against you." I acknowledged, earning a prideful smirk from my nosey assistant.
"Except when we're in bed." I swiftly inserted with a sly look on my face, Gwendolyn's cheeks flushed bright pink at the mention of sex.
She dry coughed us back to focus and straightened her back, "I think your father has something very important to announce, he even asked me to get the pack lawyer." She explained, earning half of my interest.
"That does sound concerning, he still has a few years left in him so I'm certain it isn't about his will," I remarked, not caring how shameless it made me sound.
"Which leaves only one possibility. It must be about the company! Father is most definitely stepping down!"
Author's Note: Hi guys, thanks for reading. Anyway, I want to open a special space for readers to ask casual questions about the characters from the story, like their likes, dislikes, favorite foods and etcetera.
Readers can drop comments with the questions they'd liked answered and during the weekend, I'll then create auxiliary free chapters in an interview format with the characters.
If I get a good response from the readers we can make it a weekly thing. But if not, then the idea will be scrapped out. What do you guys think?