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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 108

Davien's P. O. V

Kian was lying to me? Just what the fuck was he even talking about?

Before I could even ask Kian tried again to lead me away, "Davien, there are too many people here for you to do this. Let's leave." Kian said, drawing my gaze to all the guests, whose rapt attention was on us, more importantly on what we were saying.

"Love, it looks like he has no clue about that painting. Or why you really wanted it." Knoxwell raised his pitch, making sure everyone heard what he was talking about.

However he wasn't stupid, he wouldn't intentionally say something that could also place his business in jeopardy, hence the cryptic manner.

But I knew what he meant, Knoxwell was talking about the painting Ceaser wanted that Kian had tipped me about, the one that gave the location of the land's deed.

In a harsh tone, Kian glared at Knoxwell, "Keith, this is neither the time or the place, stop it, while I'm still asking nicely."