Chapter 6

Davien's P. O. V

It was only last year that Silvia became the Alpha of the Silverfang pack, with Tyson, a fearsome street boxer as her Beta. With him as her second in command, the bad blood between the Night Howlers and the Silverfang grew even worse. If anyone would be against my wedding to Silvia, then it had to be that jackass.

I pulled over at the parking lot, where about three black Vans where parked roughly, all with plate numbers that had the initials SF inscribed on it. I gritted my teeth in anger and rushed into the building, prepared to shift into my wolf.

At the entrance to the building, three warrior wolves in suits blocked the path, staring down anyone who tried to walk out.

Even the humans who worked here weren't excluded from this treatment, even though they were clueless.

"Move." I commanded them with no patience in my voice.

The blonde haired one sneered at me, the other two bore their fangs out, in a bid to intimidate me. Luckily, we weren't facing the employees, so they couldn't see much.

"Till Tyson says so, we won't be..."

I didn't stand and listen to what he had to say, my hands found their way to his neck then firmly wrapped my fingers around it. I exerted no real strength to raise him off the ground and fling him aside, not caring where he landed.

Ralph was angry at their offensive stench and wanted me to rip out their hearts as compensation. However, with so many eyes watching, I simply grabbed the other two and bashed their heads hard against each other then went in.

My employees that were human immediately ran out through the glass doors, some calling an ambulance, while the rest were reporting to the police.

I wasted no time and briskly walked towards the elevator, only to be met by about five more wolves, all wearing angry expressions on their faces.

One, whom I perceived to be fast suddenly lunged towards me with his sharp claw to jab my eye. When I tried to dodge, my nose picked up on the scent of Oliver and Rocco near by. A reckless grin plastered itself across my face, my feet stood in place, excited to see what would occur next.

The attacker took a swing to hit me, but was intercepted by an even faster attacker, who effortlessly caught his right arm and twisted it!

"We'll hold them off Alpha, get to that bastard and let him know never to look down on Night Howlers pack." Said Oliver in a cocky but yet reassuring.

Rocco who was behind me was singlehandedly taking on four other wolves, smiling sadistically at the blood on his knuckles, despite earning a few injuries himself.

I stepped into the elevator till I reached the main floor, I called Gwendolyn as soon as I arrived, but she wasn't picking up. Too worried to overthink anymore, I bolted into my office, nearly kicking the door down.

"Bastard!" I yelled as I stepped inside, expecting to see Tyson hurting my secretary, using his irksome muscles to press her down against my office table. He was the most notorious wolf when it came to hunting down rogues and killing them for sport.

However, the scene I walked into was far different from what I expected.

"Mate?" They both chorused at almost the same time, staring meticulously at each other, making sure that their eyes weren't deceiving them.

I felt my insides boil when Gwendolyn used the M word, and especially on someone I had grown to hate so much.

"What the hell is going on here? Tyson! How dare you come into my company and cause a scene?!" I demanded, shifting both their attentions to me, changing the mood in the office.

Gwendolyn who noticed me first sauntered over to me and hid behind me, clutching tightly unto my sleeve. I could sense Tyson's hostility from the door, I chuckled inwardly and placed an arm around her waist, pulling her to my side.

"You have thirty seconds to explain yourself, before I do something you're going to regret." I warned, very confident in my own ability. If anything, Tyson was just a meathead without a mind of his own.

I could tell that this was a plan orchestrated by him alone, and someone as intelligent as Silvia had no play in this.

"I won't waste much of your time, I didn't come here to fight...for now." He stressed on the latter part of the sentence, reminding me that we weren't friends.

While he spoke to me, he never once retracted his gaze from Gwendolyn, who in turn stood there, drinking in his features from head to toe.

"Then what is a shithead like yourself doing on my turf?"

He gritted his teeth at my insult, but curled his fists instead of retaliating just like he usually does. This was certainly new.

He pinched his temples, then straightened his shirt prepared to state his reason for coming. "Why haven't you contacted the Alpha? It's been almost a week now, the elders in the pack are getting impatient." Tyson explained, leaving me stunned.

"Since when were you on board with me making your Alpha my Luna? What's in it for you?" I asked not wanting to beat around the bush any longer.

"The fuck? She's my Alpha! Believe it or not, but we only have her best interest in mind." He took a pause then relaxed his shoulders, though I could still sense the hostility from his wolf.

"Don't make her wait any longer, just hurry up and get married." Tyson told me, sounding a bit forceful at the end.

That was the kind of woman Silvia was, warm and kind hearted enough to condone the excesses of these meatheads. She was someone who could make hotheads like Tyson come into the enemy territory, just to hand in a request.

"Life can get really lonely without a companion." He said and looked to my secretary, a small smile drawn across his face.

The fuck?

I stood possessively in front of Gwendolyn, completely blocking her from his view. "I'm sorry, but didn't you hear about the news, I found my mate at the engagement, and it happens to be the next in line Alpha of your pack." I reminded him, just to witness his reaction.

His lips curled in disgust at the mention of Kian, "don't mention that worthless piece of trash. He's as good as nothing to us, you should just reject him, after all you're good at that." The bastard told me, shooting bullets through my pride.

"Wouldn't it be better if I got married instead to this piece of trash? Why are you so adamant to have your precious Alpha wed me?" I inquired, leading Gwendolyn to the nearest sofa, letting her rest for a bit.

Tyson watched carefully how I touched her and gritted his teeth against each other, I smirked fully at any opportunity to mess with him.

Though the issue of Gwendolyn's mate would have to be addressed sooner than later.

"Don't act like you don't know." Was his response, I furrowed my brows at his vague answer, unsure of what I was expected to know.

"I'm not in the mood for much talk, pup. Tell me what you want to say." I purposely called him a pup, knowing all too well how much it irritated him.

However, he was too concerned with our subject of discussion to pay my insult a dime of his day.

"I don't know why, but it's been announced that the Alpha isn't going to be the one to succeed the company anymore. Instead, that..." The rage within him didn't let him finish speaking.

Gwendolyn and I briefly exchanged perplexed glances at each other, "you mean that Silvia won't be taking Saint incorporations? Then who will?" She asked, finally speaking up.

Tyson's anger suddenly dropped and he refocused his attention into speaking.

"I don't know what they were thinking when they decided to make him the heir to the business. It should have been her, she deserved it more than anyone else." He stopped and stared directly at me, one of the few men who could do that fearlessly.

"No matter what, don't get married to him, if you do, then he'll have both Moore group and Saint incorporations under his control." Tyson told me, not holding back on his spite.

Was he maybe talking about Silvia's nineteen year old brother? My new mate, Kian?

"That guy is dangerous." Tyson finally said before taking his leave out of my office.