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Dayson stepped into his study, casting a grumpy gaze upon the stack of documents awaiting his signature.
Why must the Alpha of the largest pack in North America be burdened with such mundane office work?
In his childhood dreams, Dayson envisioned himself as a formidable warrior, basking in victory atop a mound of defeated foes while his loyal allies and pack members revered him.
This wood-paneled office and plush leather furniture were a far cry from that vision, suffocating his spirit.
With a heavy sigh, Dayson slumped into his chair and glared at the pile of documents, yearning for them to vanish into thin air (preferably completed).
Alas, his wishful thinking proved futile. Pushing the papers aside, he decided to indulge in a brief respite by checking his email first.
Dayson’s expression darkened when he saw an email from Elder Parker with subject: “Consider Marcy Redmayne as your Luna”.
Another Elder is persistent in getting Dayson together with a woman, all wrapped in a story of how an Alpha needs his Luna in order for the pack to prosper, but Dayson and his pack are doing just fine.
Dayson deleted the email, without reading it, just how he did with the previous twenty that had the same subject.
Dayson pinched the roof of his nose as familiar anger swelled inside him. He is irritated that these people are trying to manipulate him. Why don’t they give up? He is no one’s puppet!
Last night, Elder Parker called and tried convincing Dayson to see this woman, the perfect Luna, how he described her. Dayson congratulated himself for managing to stay cool and not explode in rage, but he was not unaffected.
After that call, Dayson took the car and drove to a bar about forty minutes away and he found two fine she-wolves to keep him company and help him release steam.
That’s why all these documents are waiting for him. He was supposed to deal with this work last night.
‘Right. Documents…’, Dayson grumbled internally and resigned himself to his fate wile reaching for the folder that was at the top of the stack.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the packhouse…
“Do you need to leave?”, Maya asked Jaeden in a whiny voice while moving the comforter to expose her left leg, tempting him to stay longer.
Maya knew that Jaeden was late for work and even though this was their third year of living together, every morning was a struggle to separate.
While looking at Maya’s seductive smile, Jaeden clearly felt her desire for him, just how she felt his.
Mates.
Jaeden’s wolf was clawing at him to pounce on the woman both of them adore and make her scream in ecstasy, but Jaeden reminded himself that there are things he needs to do.
Jaeden groaned in frustration while buttoning up his jeans.
Leaving Maya is always difficult, but the sight of her delicious skin is upgrading the difficulty level to: mission impossible.
“I must go, baby. Your man is a Beta. Duty calls.”, Jaeden said in a husky voice that made her smile foolishly.
Jaeden leaned over Maya and gave her a long lingering kiss.
He breathed heavily while inching away, and Maya bit her lower lip temptingly in her last-ditch effort to keep him for another round of carnal pleasures but Jaeden grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
He winked playfully before leaving the room with, “Keep those thoughts for tonight, sugarplum. I promise to make it up to you.”
“I’m counting on it!”, Maya shouted after him.
Jaeden didn’t tell Maya that the ‘duty’ which called him is another marriage request for the Alpha of their pack.
This time, the prospective bride is Marcy Redmayne, the daughter of the Alpha of the Red Moon pack.
Telling a man that a woman is interested in marriage might seem like a small thing, but to Jaeden, this is more stressful than facing an attack from rogues where they are heavily outnumbered.
First, a little background.
Werewolves are able to sense their mate after their eighteenth birthday, and within the next few years, most of them are mated.
Of course, there are exceptions, and one of them is Alpha Dayson, a twenty-seven years-old Adonis with a full head of raven black hair and blue enigmatic eyes to match his unpredictable personality.
Even straight guys think that Dayson is hot.
Dayson’s relationship status: not mated, not married, not taken, and not interested in anything beyond pleasures of the flesh.
One might think how that’s the description of a despicable guy everyone would avoid, yet the she-wolves are crazy about him, each thinking that she is THE one to thaw his icy heart and claim the position of the Luna in the Shadow Fang pack, the largest pack in North America.
Jaeden knows that Dayson is not an asshole. After all, they grew up together.
They trained together, studied, and competed in everything. When Dayson became an Alpha, Jaeden supported him unconditionally, and they became the youngest Alpha-Beta pair among all the packs in the history of werewolves. Badass.
Dayson took over the Shadow Fang pack at the age of seventeen, after his parents died in an ambush set up by rogues. At that time, the Shadow Fang pack was not the largest pack in North America, but its influence was not to be underestimated.
Then seventeen years old Dayson was the best warrior in their generation and great in academics, but he found himself unprepared for the role of a leader that a big pack needed. On top of it all, a number of Alphas and Elders started pressuring Dayson into handing over his power and territory.
Jaeden stood by Dayson’s side and helped him to the best of his abilities and to everyone’s surprise, instead of succumbing under pressure and allowing the pack to crumble, Dayson showed skill, determination, and strategy that didn’t only maintain the Dark Howler’s pack power, but he strengthened and expanded it.
In the last ten years, Dayson experienced numerous schemes that had the goal to use him. People approached him as friends, enemies, allies, and anything in-between, with an agenda to swindle him. Some were more successful than others.
Those bitter experiences formed the man he is today: righteous, strong-willed, unyielding, controlling, unforgiving, and completely focused on the prosperity of the Shadow Fang pack.
Saying that Dayson is the most eligible bachelor is an understatement. Women are throwing themselves at him and screaming that they want to have his babies.
Dayson never allowed any she-wolf to label herself as his girlfriend, and wife (aka Luna) was out of the question, but that didn’t discourage ambitious wolves with some standing from trying to matchmake Dayson with their daughters, sisters, aunts, cousins, or any other she-wolf that is of marriageable age.
One Alpha from the pack in the South of Canada even sneaked his wife in Dayson’s bed.
Unfortunately for them, Dayson is not moved by an endless stream of potential brides coming his way. Actually, with every next woman who is throwing herself at him, Dayson is erecting more walls that make him emotionally unavailable.
Dayson has nothing against bedding a woman, but giving her a title because of their relationship is a different thing.
Dayson is disgusted by people who latch onto him for power, and that is exactly where these brides are classified.
Alas, Jaeden is about to pressure Dayson to meet another of those leeches. Jaeden hates it, but as a Beta, it’s part of his work because Dayson is avoiding (or refusing) Elder Parker, and things are getting heated.
Jaeden reached the study and knocked twice before opening the door.
“Why did you shut down the mind link?”, Jaeden asked Dayson who was behind the large executive desk that had several stacks of documents on it.
He is a hard-working Alpha, no one can deny that.
“Good morning to you too…”, Dayson said dryly before responding, “I didn’t. I only shut YOU out.”