chapter 7

My Alpha Lover

Livia's Pov

The exhaustion of walking almost ten kilometres dawned on my body as I lay tiredly on my bed with my heels and bag still intact.

“Oh, how did everything go so wrong?” I sadly lamented as I began to prepare a hot shower. This time last week, I was psyched about my wedding preparations with who I thought was my happily ever after and this week, I'm stuck with working with a wolf who wants to make me his bride and my ex-fiance who made a fool out of me for years.

“Livia, how could you be so gullible?

How could you not see the truth?” I uttered the bitter thoughts of how I always thought I was crazy when I sighted Pamela's belongings, my so-called best friend’s shirt and gloves in Davon's house while we did Facetime.

Or was it when I heard her voice at midnight while speaking with the unfaithful brat?

I always thought it was my imagination and overthinking until I saw them grinding each other immensely.

I sobbed at the prospect of the betrayal of the two people who were supposed to be the most important people to me as I dipped my head and soaked my body in the warm, scented water of the bathtub.

I heard my phone ring, not caring to get up or to know who it was. The persistent ringing kept on vibrating, unable to ignore it as it hindered the serenity I longed for.

I let out a hand from the tub and slightly brought up my head.

“Who is this?” I bluntly asked…

“Did you have a bad day, wifey?” Lyon's voice reverberated. as I looked at the screen of my phone to confirm the number that called me.

“I'm not your wife,” I shut at him.

“ I hope you understand that playing hard to get does not suit you, Livia,” he mockingly stated.

“Because I'm not as beautiful and hot as your girlfriend?” I asked and regretted it immediately, I hated the comparison, but I couldn't just help this one.

“Do you mean Melissa?” he asked.

If I heard he had a bunch of women hovering around him, I would not be surprised, I wrapped my body with my white towel as I moved out of the water.

“Melissa is my long-time business partner from Coatelenes states”

I didn't know if that news made me feel better or if it made me feel less of myself, but I guess it's the former.

“All right, cut to the chase; why exactly did you call me Mr Lyon?”

“I won't force you to be my wife if you are not interested, i would find another eligible woman,”

“Is that a threat?” I requested.

“No, Love, it isn't, my time is certainly precious to begin to convince you why you should get on with this contract,”

“I see,” I bit my lips.

“but if you are interested, come to my office tomorrow morning so we can discuss it further,” he said and ended the call.

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It was noon the next day. I walked in the pathway that led to his office. I had thought about it all night. I needed him, I relied on him now more than ever and I don't think I will get such a compatible partner anywhere. I needed him to get back at my ex-fiance, dating someone better than Davon in every aspect.

Nothing sounds better than that as the greatest comeback and revenge.

Lyon can boost my career and financial life if we get married.

He can act as the perfect son-in-law that my parents and siblings love to have.

I wonder how my parents, Tessa and Hessa got so attached to him after meeting him just once.

But what was he getting in return for this help?

I applied pressure on the doorknob to find out.

I waited at the entrance and cleared my throat to get his attention from the distracted notes and documents I saw him reading.

“Good afternoon Mr Lyon,”

“Come on in, Livia,” he said without casting a glance at me.

He opened his file cabinet and bought out a piece of double document. He laid it on the left side of the table; he took the ring that I gave him and also placed it on the right side.

“Sit,” he commanded.

I sat down and wondered what he was up to.

“As I told you yesterday, you have two choices here,” he pointed at the paper and the ring.

Read the document, the criteria, rules, and the boundaries of being my wife, if you are displeased with them, you can pick your ring and we never meet again,”

“Never meet again?

Will you sack me?” I confusedly demanded.

“No, I won't,

you still have your job

I meant we will never meet again for personal or contract reasons”

I took the paper and brushed through it. A surge of fear shot through my veins as I read my tasks.

“Do you mean I will live with you and your werewolf family in your mansion?” I nervously whispered this wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.

“Yes, you are allowed to take two days off in a week, I can make up an excuse for you,”

“How do you expect me to live with werewolves and come out alive to be guaranteed to have a two-day break to myself?” I shut at him.

“Come on, my family won't hurt you,

You are my responsibility and I will always protect you,” As comforting as his words sounded, Living with non-humans still felt like I was entering the Lion's den.

I could manage not breaking the other rules on the paper, but living in the same house with a pack of wolves?

I didn't want to die young.

I don't trust anybody. Not after what Davon did to me.

Is this worth it?

Is risking my life really worth it?

What if he doesn't fulfil his promise to protect me?

What if he has an ulterior motive towards me?