The President's Mate
Devon James has it all: power, wealth, and the title of Astria’s newly elected president. But beneath the polished smile and iron control lies a dangerous secret—he's a werewolf alpha suppressing his true nature with every breath. His political victory was supposed to change the world’s view of his kind, proving shifters are more than beasts. But everything shatters the day he meets him.
Jimmie Portland, a bright-eyed 26-year-old hired as his wife’s assistant, is everything Devon’s wolf has hungered for—and everything he can’t have. The scent, the pull, the bond… undeniable and forbidden. As Devon battles to hide the truth from his wife, his enemies, and a world that would destroy him if they knew, his self-control starts to crumble.
When Jimmie is kidnapped in a ruthless political plot, Devon is forced to choose: protect his carefully built life, or unleash the beast to save his fated mate—even if it means exposing his darkest secret. But Jimmie doesn’t just discover Devon’s true form… he rejects it. Terrified of the bond and the danger it brings, Jimmie’s refusal cuts deeper than any wound.
Now, with his presidency on the line and his mate slipping through his fingers, Devon must fight not only for his kind's survival but for the one human who unknowingly holds his heart—and his fate.
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Chapter: Chapter 6 On the Edge Devon’s POVEver felt like you wanted to rip something apart… yet hold it so goddamn close you’d burn yourself alive just to keep it near?Yeah. That’s been me.For weeks now.President of Astria.The title I fought for, clawed through blood and bone to win.And now?Now it feels like a fucking curse.Because the day I took that oath, the gods above thought it’d be funny to toss the one thing I’d prayed never to find right at my feet.And with every breath I take, every second I have to see him — smell him, I feel myself slipping closer to the edge.Closer to losing the only thing keeping me from turning this whole world upside down.My goddamn sanity.No one can help me.Not Franco. Not Eleanor. No one.This is my cross to bear.Because doing the needful?Claiming what's mine?It would be the beginning of my ruin.And Astria’s too.I took a shuddering breath and pushed the needle into my arm, injecting another dose of silver sulfate straight into my bloodstream.The bite was instant
Last Updated: 2025-05-20
Chapter: Chapter 5 Breathless Jimmie’s POVI smoothed my palms over my suit jacket for the hundredth time and tried — tried — not to overthink.It wasn’t working.I mean, here I was, sitting in the actual Presidential Suite lobby, waiting on the First Lady like this was just another Tuesday.What even was my life right now?I still couldn’t believe I landed this job. Assistant to the First Lady.Like—what?Me? Jimmie Portland from East Shore? The kid who used to dream about getting any job in politics, let alone one that had me rubbing shoulders with the wife of the actual President?Yeah. Sometimes I had to pinch myself.But then… There was he.The President.My boss’s husband.And if I thought working here would be all glam and White House fairytales — well, reality had slapped me right in the face.Because Devon James was nothing like I’d imagined.At first, I thought maybe he was just a serious guy. Like, too-busy-saving-the-country-to-smile kind of serious. Which, you know, is fair enough.But no.No, this w
Last Updated: 2025-05-20
Chapter: Chapter 4 Dark DesiresDevon POVThe black convoy sliced through the streets of Astria like a predator on the hunt — sleek, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Inside the armoured car, I tugged at my tie for the fifth time. The fabric suddenly felt like a noose, tightening with every breath I took.The injection was supposed to suppress this.It always had.But not this time.My wolf — that primal, ancient beast tethered inside me — was fighting back. And it had a reason now—a reason it refused to surrender to the drug’s grip.Mate.That single word had been echoing in my head since the breakfast table. Since those green eyes met mine.Jimmie.I groaned, dragging a hand down my face, fingers trembling.“Sir? Are you alright?” Franco’s voice came from the front seat. Cool. Professional.I straightened in my seat, forcing my breathing to slow. “Fine. Just...hot in here.”Lie.The car's air was chilled to perfection, but my skin burned.Images of Jimmie flickered unbidden — the shy way he smiled when Eleanor
Last Updated: 2025-05-20
Chapter: Chapter 3: The Weight of Day and NightDevon James2:03 AM.I let out a slow breath, watching the numbers on my phone flicker coldly in the dark as if mocking me. My first official day as President of Astria was over. Or at least, the world thought so. My body told a different story. Every inch of me ached, not from human exhaustion alone, but from something deeper gnawing inside—weak, restless, and barely caged.Franco was waiting the moment the car rolled to a stop outside the presidential suite. The man was loyal to a fault, eyes sharp even at this ungodly hour. He opened the door with his usual efficiency, offering a clipped, “Welcome back, Mr. President.”I stepped out, spine stiff, joints screaming their protest. A pair of staffers—one young woman I barely knew and an older valet—approached with practiced smiles. They took my briefcase, my overcoat, murmured formalities I was too tired to process. One of them asked if I’d like the kitchen to prepare something—light soup, perhaps, or tea.I shook my head. “No. Just be
Last Updated: 2025-05-12
Chapter: Chapter 2 In Motion Devon JamesI stepped back into the party like everything was fine.Like I hadn’t just stabbed a needle into my thigh to keep the wolf from breaking loose.The grand presidential ballroom was alight with crystal chandeliers, their golden glow pouring over the sea of Astria’s finest. Politicians in tailored suits, business moguls dripping with old money, celebrities with painted-on smiles—it was all here. Power and beauty, perfectly polished.A live orchestra played softly from the elevated stage, strings and piano weaving a melody that was elegant but forgettable—background noise for the real game unfolding in every handshake and lingering glance.Eleanor was already holding court, radiant in her silver gown that caught the light every time she moved. Delicate. Feminine. Exactly what the people adored in their First Lady.She caught my eye as I approached, her smile never faltering, though I saw the flicker of relief behind it. I gave her a reassuring nod and slipped back into place a
Last Updated: 2025-05-12
Chapter: Chapter 1 Mr President Devon JamesThe roar of the crowd was a living, breathing thing. It surged through the open plaza, a tidal wave of sound and fervour that rattled the very bones of the earth beneath my feet. My name—Devon James—echoed from thousands of throats, a chant that rose and fell like an ancient hymn.I stood tall on the podium, the weight of their adoration pressing against my skin like sunlight. My hand was raised in a firm wave, the gesture deliberate, practised, yet tonight, it carried a sharper edge of finality. Victory.Beside me, my wife stood, the picture of grace and poise.Eleanor.Delicate as spun glass, her beauty softened men and made women take a second, sharper glance. Dark hair swept into an elegant chignon, her crimson dress hugging her curves in a way that managed to be both regal and alluring. She smiled—serene, controlled—but her fingers tightened around mine for just a heartbeat longer than necessary.We both knew what this meant.Not just power. Not just position.Domini
Last Updated: 2025-05-12
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