chapter 023

When Daven learnt that the company that had been sponsoring his extravagant lifestyle had been sold , he flew all the way to werewolf city. 

Alpha Makael, his father, was pleased that, at least, his prodigal son was back even though it took losing his company to Ethan. 

Daven wanted to know who had bought his father's company. As soon as he arrived, he went looking for his father in his study. Alpha Makael was seated, deep in thoughts. He was a sore loser.

After Ethan had bought the company from him, he had watched as the profits in the company skyrocketed. 

“It's my personal assistant,” he muttered as he saw the pictures of Ethan and Abigail together. “They had it all planned. She must have done everything to make the company fail in my hand and when I went bankrupt, Alpha Ethan came to buy it.”

He was thinking hard about how to claim his company back when the door of his study was rudely opened. The anger vanished the moment he saw Daven.

He sat upright, pushing files he was not meant to see, away.

“Daven,” he started. “You didn't tell me you were returning home.”

Dave didn't share the same excitement as his father. He pouted like a spoiled child, stopped midway into the office, and crossed his arms and legs.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“Did you fly all the way to ask me that, son? You could have called.”

He uncrossed his legs and walked to a chair. Pulling it, he say down. There was an unfinished bottle of Merlot on the table. He grabbed it and swirled it slowly.

“I didn't get the chance to buy a bottle of wine because you said we were broke and here you are, enjoying a bottle of Merlot.”

Alpha Makael chuckled 

“That's an old bottle. You can have it all to yourself.”

Daven scoffed. “I wasn't asking, dad.”

He turned the mouth of the bottle into his, gurling and savouring every taste, until the rich, expensive wine finished. 

He set the empty bottle on the table with a thud while his father watched amusingly. He had missed Daven. It was over four years ago when he went abroad for studies. He had enjoyed living with the humans and refused to return home.

But now he was back.

And back with questions.

“Who bought the company, father?” He asked.

Makael sighed and relaxed. The mere mention that his company had been bought was a thorn in his flesh. He didn't want to talk about it, especially not to his son who was supposed to inherit the company.

“Don't you read the news?” He asked instead. 

“News? I couldn't even afford light bill because you said we were broke. I had to borrow from friends to fly down here. Imagine how I feel seeing you comfortably seated with a bottle of wine. And now you ask me if I haven't got TV.”

Alpha Makael sighed again. 

“If you must know, it's Ethan.”

Ethan. He knew that name.

“Ethan?”

“Alpha Ethan of the Frey's pack.”

He raised his brows in recollection. Yes. Wasn't he the Alpha of the strongest pack?

“So, this is about showing his powers, isn't it?”

Alpha Makael leaned closer now, his face grave. He knew how impulsive his son could be. 

“Don't do anything, Daven. I'm handling it. You should have a good time since you're here now. I will handle Alpha Ethan myself.”

Daven nodded and stood up. As he did, he noticed the files his father had pushed aside while he walked into the room. There was no mistaking that the man in the photo was Alpha Ethan. But he wasn't alone. 

There was a woman there. 

He knew Ethan had divorced his Luna many years ago and he had been alone all this time. Was he married again? And why was his father hiding a picture of him and a woman?

He leaned forward, snatching the picture before his father could stop him. Alpha Makael gathered the rest of the documents and hid them in his locker. 

“Who's she?” Daven demanded. 

She looked young. Much younger than Ethan. And she was pretty. Daven had no idea that Alpha Ethan had a daughter.

“It's none of your business, Daven.”

But he held on to it. “It's my company, father. I'm heir to the company you sold. The least you can do is tell me who she is or I'll find out myself.”

“She's just a worker. She used to be my PA.”

Daven stared at her again. “You had such a beautiful PA and you sold the company? She would have been mine.”

“You'll say no such!” Alpha Makael thundered. “She's a hybrid.”

It didn't matter to Daven. He had dated hybrids, humans, and wolves. Whatever stigma was in werewolf city had been erased from his head the moment he stepped out.

“It doesn't matter,” he responded, ignoring his father's warning. “As long as she's beautiful.”

“Stay away from the hybrid. You should return abroad if you'll only cause me trouble.”

Daven held onto the photo, smirked, and walked away. Whoever she was, he was going to find her and have a taste of her.

He was back to werewolf city, and he wasn't planning on wasting any second. As he left his father's study, he called for one of the enforcers. He tossed the photo at him..

“I want you to find this girl. Tell me everything you know about her.”

Two days later, he was in bed, idling, when his phone buzzed. 

“She's Abigail,” the enforcer told him.

Abigail.

There was something sexy about the name. 

“Abigail,” he repeated.

“She's a hybrid,” the enforcer added with an edge to his tone.

“It doesn't matter. Where does she live?”

“I'll text you the address.”

“Perfect.”

He dressed up and took one of his father's favourite car. The enforcer had sent the address and he drove to it. It was a ramshackled building. He remained in his car, wondering whether he had the courage to enter a building like that. He was still contemplating when the front door opened and she stepped out.

Abigail was a beauty to behold. Her blonde hair were in curls, falling gracefully over her shoulder. 

She was like a diamond in the rough.

“Where are you off to?” He asked himself as he watched her wait for a cab. He tapped his finger anxiously, and as soon as her ride arrived and drove her off, he trailed it, determined that he was going to have her that night