WELCOME PARTY
869 Words
ANDRIAN
I watched with keen interest, as she paced the length of my suite. It’s been a few hours since we kicked off our contract. I’d not drafted out a legal document. Albeit, it was all engraved in my mind.
Fern reared his head. ‘What are you doing man? We’ve waited decades for this day. You can’t hide behind the reins of a contract,’ He sounded impertinent.
I swallowed. Finding my mate was one thing. When the said mate was human with the sorta conditions surrounding Sloane, that was a whole different ballgame.
Sloane sat on the couch, her face turned to the window. My mind registered the perfect slope of her cheekbones, and the skin on the nape of her neck.
Electric jolt coursed through my mind. Keeping my gages to myself when it trickled down to women was a walk in the park, always has.
Barely twelve hours with Sloane and I was doubting the disclipine I spent my entire years building.
‘That’s because she’s your f*****g fated mate,’ A voice spat in my head.
I cleared my throat to catch her attention, she didn’t move by an inch. “We’re going downstairs for the welcome dinner,” I announced.
She turned to face me, her face a little pale from being stressed.
Animosity stretched at my chest. I hated Aragon for putting her through this for crying out.
“I don’t have the perfect clothes to fit in,”
“All you have to do is stand next to me,” I said pointedly.
If my statement gave off any undertone I couldn’t tell from the expression on her face. “I’ll fix that for you,”
No reaction.
Despite the chills that comes with the season, the temperature in the room skyrocketed. It was blazing hot.
Sloane simply nodded, and went back to staring at the the window. “I would take you around Aragon tomorrow,”
“I just want to save my father,”
“I need my throne,” My tone was icy. “Look, I know we both don’t care about each other. But if this—whatever the hell this is, must be successful, then you have to do as I say,”
She nodded.
Exactly what I thought. I grabbed my phone from my bed, and dialed Lucas’. My best friend, and Beta do be. Lucas was also my assistant in Navarro holdings.
He picked on the first ring. “Yes, Alpha Andrian…”
My gaze lingered on her. “I need a dress for my Luna,”
He groaned. “The rumors are true Afterall, can’t wait to meet her at the event,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation.
Finding my mate was one of the dire criteria to my position as Aragon’s pack Alpha. I shifted my focus back to Lucas. “Ten minutes, we don’t have all day,” I said, and hung. “Take a shower, your dress would arrive in ten minutes,”
Tension lined her shoulders, as she straightened herself. “Where’s my room?”
Amusement lined my face. “You’re staying with me,” I turned to face the bed. “On that bed,”
Colour drained from her face. Her eyes widened to the shape of saucers, as her lips made a wide O.
“Since we’re staying here till Christmas Eve, we need to paint the right picture to my father,” I gestured with a wave of hand. It was pretty hard convincing the old man. Make it double worse if the lady in question isn’t one he deemed fit to be beside the heir to his pack, and legal firms.
Sloane collapsed unto the chair with a gasp. “I can’t believe I’m stuck with my employer,”
“Take is as your lucky end of year present from Santa,”
She continued, ignoring my statement. “I can’t share the same room with you!” Sloane blurted out.
“And who told you I was in charge of Navarro holdings?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re a Navarro. I can’t believe the Almighty Navarro family is werwolf,”
“Surprise!” I grinned mischievously. “Another surprise. I’m not in charge of Navarro holdings.”
Her lips thinned. “So how are you going to help me then?”
I scrubbed my hands down my face. She was going to be a pain in my neck. She was going to be a pain in my neck.
I can just tell.
“Get into the shower, before I strip you myself,” the words fell out of my mouth before I could grasp it.
I had no regrets.
Her cheeks turned the exact shade of cherry tomatoes. Now that’s the exact reaction I wanted out of her.
I watched as Sloane walked into the bathroom. I watched keenly, as she slammed the door shut, before I grabbed my phone. “Lucas, I need a thorough investigation about Sloane Sinclair, all about her life in New York,” I paused. “And of course, an updated ID,”
If she needed to be ahead in his case, we needed to start from her ID.
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