The Luna and the Alpha CEO

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Catherine made a left turn and headed in the direction of her office. She casually looked down and saw a mob surrounding Damien. She had superior vision compared to her peers and could readily make out minute details.

When she saw his angry expression, Catherine felt compelled to smile.

He seems very upset right now. He probably isn't even 27 years old. What factors led to his rapid rise to the CEO position? It appears he has assumed his father's role. She mumbled to herself, "Money and power can make people worship a dumbo even."

I'm willing to wager that his cheekbones hurt from smiling so much. You have my sympathy, Richie Rich.

When Damien suddenly turned to gaze at her, Catherine leaped from where she was sitting. Still wearing his sunglasses, Catherine sensed that he was staring intently at her. To reveal the most stunning pair of gray eyes, Damien carefully took off his Ray-Ban sunglasses. She looked at his entire face, slowly taking it all in. Indeed, he was a handsome man.

Her brows furrowed as Damien stared at her without blinking, and she tried to look away. Catherine turned to check if he was glancing at anyone else, but saw nobody behind him. She took a deep breath and cautiously looked at him, only to be met by his intense black eyes. Others surrounding him appeared befuddled by his manner and stared in his direction. Because she didn't want to be the focus of rumors, Catherine hurriedly took cover behind a pillar. Her heart was racing in an uncontrollable manner. The shock was so great that she temporarily stopped breathing. She felt afraid, so she put her hand on her chest and breathed deeply.

To calm Catherine down, Sophia said, "Let's go, Mr. Garlock." All Catherine wanted at the time was for him to leave.

After that, Catherine peered around the pillar just a little. When Damien nodded and followed Sophia's lead, a sigh escaped her lips. As a wave of relief flooded over her, she closed her eyes, but as soon as she opened them, they were once again locked with his metal.

The nerve of a human to try and scare her made her blood boil. Catherine tightened her jaw and gave him an angry look. When Damien muttered something to her, she raised her brows in bewilderment. She fixed her eyes on his mouth, but as soon as she realized what he was saying, she felt a chill run through her.

"Honey, I appreciate your caring."

For crying out loud: "What the hell?"

Humans.

I despise all species that lick their boots. I was already angry, and then those constant lights made it so I couldn't see anything. Taking the flowers and pretending to be kind to these bastards drove me insane.

I begged and pleaded with my father not to assign me any tasks, but he insisted I come anyway.

Even though I'm 25, I've never had a serious relationship. But unlike my pal Scar, who mourns the loss of his partner every night, I am relieved to be unburdened by such an undesirable duty as of yet. I don't believe in love or commitments. Being a bachelor was a great way to live. Instead of babysitting a girl, I would rather engage in carousing, hang out with pals, take care of my pack, and run freely through the woods.

Girls are terrifying, and I pray to the Moon Goddess that she keeps me single forever. Or at least until I find a girl who is more to my liking. Who would have a lot of confidence, guts, wisdom, and strength. I don't care if she's pretty or not; all I want is a woman who can lead my pack and shoulder the weight of being the Luna of the Shadowed Banes. She shouldn't be like my friends' girlfriends, who are all weak and need a man to defend them. Considering they don't even put their abilities to use, I have no idea why they self-identify as wolves.

My father strictly forbade any female wolves from enrolling in the academy. In our pack, the females are not allowed to engage in combat. They have no other duties than to bear cubs and satisfy their male partners. The fact that no one seems to mind is much more astonishing than the fact that it is repulsive.

Dad is a sexist pig. I disagree with his worldview, but in my 25 years, I have yet to meet a woman who can change his sexist outlook. Who can take down an opponent and break all the fingers that are pointed at her without relying on a guy? My mother lacks even a smidgen of these skills, which is unfortunate. She often offered to set me up with girls who would make perfect wives, but I always declined. It chills my blood just to think about carrying a girl who looks just like my other mom.

I used to wait for the girl of my dreams, but as I've gotten older, I've come to realize that such a person doesn't even exist. As a result, I gave up on my goals and ambitions. Because I don't want to be her bodyguard, I don't want a mate. Those weak and helpless females are solely interested in swindling men out of their money. They have no shame in their parasitic lifestyle. Moreover, I was worried about what was ahead. If I were to become Alpha King, I would have a lot of duties on my shoulders and no room in my life for a nagging b***h.

If an Alpha King were to abandon his pack and travel to New York, though, you may reasonably question what he could possibly want with the human race. We should get to that then.

A decade ago today, everything changed. On the day of my coronation, there was a massive party in my honor. Shadowed Banes is the strongest and deadliest pack in the Northern Valley, and I was recently anointed its new Alpha King. My wolf companion, Scar, felt on top of the world. Zion, my Beta, disrupted the celebration I was having with my pals by breaking the terrible news. His father was told that Edward's daughter, who was supposed to have been slain along with the rest of the Silver Moon Pack many years ago, is actually still alive and hiding in New York.

I found out about Edward's treachery from my father. He was Dad's friend, but he partnered with outlaws in order to expand his kingdom and get an advantage in the Northern Valley. Dad devised a plan of attack to eliminate that scumbag and save us all in an effort to punish him for his cooperation. Unfortunately, Blake, Alpha of the Vengeful Hunters, came to the rescue of his daughter, and she survived. Since our spies discovered that his blood was still alive, Blake has been on the hunt for that girl.

His scouts eventually located the princess's stronghold. There she was, in the Big Apple. The last of the Silver Moon Pack was entrusted to me by my father to eliminate. I've been scratching my head for months, but now I've had a brilliant idea.

I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, so I could easily obtain anything I wanted. I've never had to worry about money because my forefathers left me a fortune in jewels and gold. I decided to make my mark in the real world by establishing my own firm in New York City, and so I named it Garlock Corporation. Even though it made me sick to my stomach to be around humans, I had to obey my father's orders. I had excellent business sense and was able to recruit top talent. My business went from nothing to New York's premier technology center in only a few short years. Even though it makes me happy to see my company succeed, I can't help but feel sad about leaving it someday. I'm not naive enough to fall for my dad's tricks. All of this is a plot to kidnap the princess. Dad's meddling can be annoying at times, but he certainly helped shape my personality. Despite carrying a mountain of duties, my father spared no effort in shaping me into the person I am today. He only gave me the best opportunities for learning and development. This gives him the authority to dictate my every move. Also, I can't be mad at him because I know he's looking out for my best interests.

To preserve her own skin, I can only assume she is currently hiding her true identity from me. However, I do admire her abilities. I was impressed by her ability to remain anonymous for so long. I intend to track her down one day, and once I've done so, I'll cheerfully go back to my normal, exciting life.

I laughed at the plastic dolls' attempts to sting me like real bees. I was accustomed to all the focus. Even the partners of my friends sought to hook up with me and flirted with me. I also don't think they should be blamed. Who wouldn't be completely smitten with a Greek god?

I was prepared for what was to come. Women here kept reaching out to touch me, and the most bold ones flashed me sultry grins. Scar, who had always looked out for me, was starting to lose it. However, I was able to settle his nerves. I can't afford to let him overwhelm my judgment and disrupt my strategies.

The senior manager, Mr. Collins, has become my savior for the evening. He took me inside to get me away from those bloodsuckers.

Upon entering the facility, I was immediately hit with a pleasant vanilla scent. My senses went berserk from its overwhelming potency and magic.

To himself, Scar asked, "Can you feel it, Damien?" as he inhaled deeply of the enticing scent. I chose not to respond to him and instead attended to my staff. My nerves were tickled by the revulsion, though. It was so comforting and tasty that I couldn't help but savor it.