Fated Alpha

Chapter 2: Lunatic

The man continued to look at her, waiting for her answer. But Caelia remained silent. She doesn't understand why he would be here, unless he has an appointment.

She wouldn't have minded if he just passed by, they don't own the street anyway. But to enter the building? That's like going inside a tiger's den. Draven is also an Alpha, much more dominant than Darius if compared, but the company does not only have Darius, it has a pack of wolves ready to bite when they sense an enemy.

But that confident look on his face is that of a valorous warrior bold enough to face a thousand army. What bothered Caelia the most is this situation.

Why is he approaching her? Darius's Luna? He is probably more than aware of her existence, but how bold is he to do it in front of the company? In front of his enemy's territory?

"What do you want?" She growled, the man's perfectly sculpted face reflected in her eyes. She need to know his reason. And she can't lower her guard.

His eyes illuminated a strange glow, he eye-smiled, then lowered his face.

"The sun is burning, I simply want to offer my umbrella." he shrugged, innocence displayed on his predatory eyes. She couldn't look him straight in the eye. That uncomfortable feeling, as if she is being stripped naked.

He was indeed a dominant alpha. Even just being an inch close can overwhelm one with their presence. She couldn't figure out his intention, so she decided to finish the conversation as quickly as possible.

"Alright. Give me that." she roughly stepped out of her car and snatched the umbrella from his hand. The man, as if not expecting such behavior, stared at her in a daze while she closed the car door.

"Thank you."

Caelia strode into the building without giving the man a second look. She heard a joyous laugh behind hear but ignored it and went inside. "Lunatic."

***

Draven sat on his chair as he played with a cube. The dark atmosphere of his office reflected his character. The room has 5 long window the size of a wall behind his desk. It allowed him to see the view of the outside world through the transparent glass.

The table, filled with miscellaneous things, was painted black. It has documents of varying importance, but what catches one's attention more are the pictures organized carefully on the desk.

A man, not visible due to the dim light, sat on the sofa not far from the desk. After a long, heavy silence, he finally spoke.

"Did the old man pester you again? If so, you should try it out to at least show him you are making efforts. He's dying, so you should grant his maybe-final-wish."

The man's face finally appeared. It has a distinctive look, not very common but his appearance is undeniably similar to Draven.

Draken, the second son of the Noir family, is Draven's brother. And just like him, he, too, is an Alpha.

The pictures scattered on the table may not look visible for normal people in such a distance, but for Alphas—with senses far better than that of common folks, can recognize things easily without effort.

"I wonder how he will react if I choose an already mated one." his smile is closer to that of a sneer. Draken, upon seeing this, sighed in resignation.

His brother's reaction is not unusual. To be exact, he's used to it. His brother would probably be the most contumacious person one would know. But he can't do anything about it. Even their parents could not control him.

"That would surely speed up his death." He stood up, well aware that he can't do anything to change his mind. Once his brother says he won't, then he certainly won't.

He opened the door, but halted his steps. He looked back at his brother, still occupied with the cube, to the table with the pictures. 'I just wish them good luck', he muttered, closing the door on his back.

Draven, left alone, stopped playing with the cube and stared at the closed door. Of course, he had no intention of actually mating. That's what animals inferior to him would do.

He gave the pictures a final glance, but threw it on the trash can. A photo of a woman with long black hair and distinctive face stood out among them, but it flew straight into the trash bin along with the others.

Draven wore his usual black suit, combed his hair back, and turned to leave the room.

***

Outside, the scorching sun hit his sunglasses as he looked at a far distance. A woman, not far from her twenties, was seen in a distance with an umbrella held by her body guard.

When she noticed his presence, her furrowed brows softened and she snatched the umbrella from his bodyguard and ran towards him.

She was a familiar face but his indifference refuses to remember her name.

"Draven! Where are you going?" her eyes sparkled like that of a child, she offered her umbrella by holding it on top of him, but he was too tall for her to reach. She struggled when all of a sudden, a hand touched hers and held the umbrella.

A rush of blood flowed on her face as she suddenly turned red. She released her grip and lifted her head to face him, but to her disappointment, he wasn't looking at her.

Draven, oblivious of the woman's red face, simply took the umbrella and strutted to the other side. He misunderstood the woman's intention, thinking she was a servant who have come to give him an umbrella.

The woman, frozen, stood in disbelief. It's as if she couldn't process what was happening. The bodyguard who was holding her umbrella earlier called her name a few times before tapping her shoulder, jolting her awake of her shock. But the man with an umbrella was no longer seen. He disappeared along with the crowd. And she simply bowed her head in embarrassment.

***

Draken was never a man who needed someone by his side. He's an alpha, and someone who has everything he needs. Love is something he can't understand, and the only thing that could bring him joy is the sight of blood.

His face, hit by the breeze, looked so peaceful that a passerby who doesn't know him would think he is the most saintly-looking person they have ever seen.

However, he thought otherwise. The air, which was supposed to calm him, only triggered his urge to snap a neck. The scorching sun irritated him more than he thought.

His urges soon worsened but he kept walking, because if he doesn't, he may not be able to endure it any longer and grab any person he sees and vent his irritation to.

Just as he was about to reach that point, a car, not uncommon, reached his eyes. It wasn't something eye-catching, but the woman inside—devoid of any emotion, stared blankly at him.

Although she may be staring at nothing, he still felt a strange urge. An urge not far from what he felt earlier, but not quite similar. It was a predicament.

Draven, with a face one cannot read, marched his way to the car and removed his sunglasses and placed them into the pocket.

It was a face of someone who found a new toy.