Tempting The Alphas

Game on!

Christian

Overtaking the family business was the easiest thing I'd ever done. Did I follow ethical principles? In truth, no. But what do ethics and power have in common? Over the course of history, there have been a number of influential men who have overlooked ethics in order to achieve success. Figures like Niccolò Machiavelli, who famously promoted the idea that "the ends justify the means," and John D. Rockefeller, who built a vast oil empire through ruthless business practices, come to mind.

Similarly, Andrew Carnegie amassed wealth in the steel industry, often prioritizing profit over ethical considerations. These men reshaped industries and left lasting legacies despite their controversial methods. You can now add me to the list.

In a sense, I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, and f**k did it taste good. My father was the Alpha of the Knightwing Pack, which I would inherit by birthright. I grew up watching my parents succeed at everything they did. Sadly, they lacked ambition. There is no denying that a life of hardship and mediocrity can only be lived by those without desire. Aspiration is vital if you want to succeed in life. Without it, you will never reach your potential.

As far as I can remember, I have always put my ambitions before the ways of my family. The idea of having such high goals was frowned upon when I was growing up, which is why my father refused to give me my birthright when I turned eighteen.

"Your ambitions are too high, and they will likely cause this pack to fall apart," he said to me before I was exiled from the pack. Fucker's fate was sealed the moment he did that. Two years after I was exiled, I returned stronger than my father could have imagined and challenged him to the Alpha title, replacing him as Alpha. Under my watch, the pack has flourished.

While I sipped my morning coffee in my penthouse in uptown Manhattan, Alaric strolled into the room. Alaric was there by my side after my dad cast me out. The blood on his shirt and hands caught my eye. I smirked as I watched him walk over to the sink.

"I take it the fucker put up a fight?" I laughed at the absurd thought. Alaric had been my unwavering confidant, always ready to carry out the tasks that required a certain level of discretion. His loyalty was unmatched, and he had a knack for handling situations that demanded a more hands-on approach, allowing me to maintain my pristine image as the Alpha and world-renowned high society billionaire. With Alaric by my side, I could focus on strategic decisions and expanding our influence, knowing he would take care of any obstacles in my path.

"Mother fucker, hit me with a fucken crowbar. He got me pretty good. I'll give him that," he responded, laughing as he rinsed the blood off.

"What was he thinking?" I chuckled as I took a sip of my coffee before returning to the stock pages.

"Motherfucker lost his head. No pun intended," chuckled Alaric as he poured himself a cup of coffee before taking a seat.

"So, what's on the agenda today?" I asked, eyes glued to the newspaper as I asked the question.

"You have a meeting with Thomas Townshend about the new office at ten. And you have a one o'clock with Erin from human resources. She hired a few new people and wants you to check them out, plus there's that dinner at Michael Turner's tonight," he said, sipping his coffee.

Turning the newspaper page, I nodded. "Any updates on the Salvatore's?" I asked.

"No, not since those fucken roaches ran," Alaric growled.

There was something very special about the Salvatore family. It was the only bloodline known to combine the abilities of a werewolf and a lycan in one body. Under normal circumstances, as soon as a Lycan marks a wolf, the wolf loses all sense of its wolfhood and becomes a Lycan. However, by harnessing both Lycan and Wolf's powers, the Salvatore family transforms into something else. As a result, the Salvatore bloodline has an advantage over all werewolves and Lycans, which makes them more powerful.

As soon as I learned about their bloodline, I was determined to track them down. After I captured Alpha Jackson, I offered him a deal: I'd spare his life if he told me where his Luna and daughters were. After his capture, they fled. Leaving me with no choice but to reach out to all packs worldwide who might be able to locate them. In the days that followed, I killed Jackson and the rest of the pack. I've been looking for his mate and kids since then.

Bringing my eyes up from the paper, I c****d my brow, "Trust me, they'll show up, and when they do..." My voice trailed at the thought of finally getting my hands on what was rightfully mine.

Rising to my feet, I took one last sip of my coffee before setting my cup down, putting on my jacket, and heading for the door. While walking out of the kitchen, I glanced over my shoulder at Alaric.

"Make sure everything's ready for tonight, and for f**k's sake, take a fucken shower. I don't want anyone asking why my Beta has blood on him," I said as I left.

One of the things I hated most about my job was dealing with all the political nonsense. Hiring and firing people has never been my strong suit; I'd rather kill them than let them go. Therefore, I hired Erin to deal with this stuff on my behalf, and she did a great job.

As I sat in my office and analyzed our company figures, I realized the majority of our clients had precious assets that needed to be managed effectively. Turning my attention to my computer, I emailed Alaric that we needed someone to manage these clients. Just then, Erin walked in, a smile on her usually serious face as she approached my desk and dropped the files.

"You seem annoyingly chipper today," I muttered.

"Well, I've got some very good candidates for you," Erin said confidently.

"Are they all aware of what we do here?" I asked while grabbing the files.

"They know what they need to know," she replied.

I nodded in response as I browsed through the files when I came across her picture.

"How did that file get there? I'm sorry, Mr. Diaz. That wasn't supposed to be in this pile," Erin replied as she rose from her seat and attempted to take the file from me.

A loud growl emitted from me, prompting Erin to sit down immediately. After opening the file, I scanned the essential information before returning my attention to Erin.

"Did you interview her?" I asked, rotating the picture for Erin to see.

"Yes, sir, I did, but she's not the right fit," Erin replied.

"Agreed, she wouldn't be the right fit for the position," I said, turning the picture around and staring at it before looking at Erin. "Take care of the new hires, and I'll handle this," I said.

"Yes, sir," Erin said before leaving my office.

As soon as she left, I called Alaric and asked him to come to my office as soon as possible. After the call ended, I looked at the picture again, a loud growl echoing in my mind, when Romulus suddenly pushed forward and roared, "MINE."

When I realized what Romulus meant, I chuckled internally. Romulus' reaction was intense and undeniable, a primal claim that resonated with our shared instincts. As a Lycan, the bond with a mate was sacred and irrevocable, something that went beyond mere attraction and touched the very essence of our beings.

"Don't worry; she'll be ours soon," I said, getting up from my desk and walking toward the fireplace. As I threw the picture into the fire, I watched the flames consume it. I almost wanted to keep the picture; she was gorgeous. Nevertheless, the situation remained the same: she had something I wanted. Turning to the window, I hissed, "Rubi Salvatore, you should have stayed hidden. The game is about to begin."