CHAPTER11
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Xander's POV
That pompous asshole! How dare he make such an ambitious move on my pack? I ought to have thrown his men out of my pack as soon as I got the chance.
I blame myself for this humiliation. I was a fool for trying to play the peace card but that wasn't going to get me anywhere. It was time to put on my big boy pants and play the game he was calling me to play.
I was going to stop begging and take matters in my own hand.
I walked out of the meeting room sulking and plotting. If he wasn't going to leave peacefully, maybe it was time I played dirty like him.
I didn't expect the figure I met as I walked out of the room. It was Luna Mia, the woman that had taken up space in my head beside the matter with Damion.
I stopped in my tracks.
“Luna Mia, here to see Damion?”
Her eyes traveled between me and the room that I had just stepped out from before finally settling on me.
“I was waiting for you,” she said calmly. “There is something I need to speak with you about.”
My first thought was that she had given thought to our discussion earlier. I had planted a seed in her and it seemed that it was beginning to bear fruit.
I placed a hand on her shoulder.
I had heard those words before. It was the usual tune women sang me before they began looking for comfort in my arms. I give them comfort but it wasn't from my arms, more from my groin.
I am a womanizer. Don't think I'm going to deny it. It was my personality. I can't help it when I see a pretty woman. I immediately want to show her my bed.
I had wanted to get down with Mia.
I had heard about her even before I appeared in the pack. There were rumors that the woman that Damion had married was beautiful. I had to come down and see for myself what all the hype was about.
I must say I was impressed by her beauty.
I wanted her as soon as I set my eyes on her.
Now the opportunity has fallen into my laps.
I led her out of the hallway. Just as we walked a little further down the hallway, I heard the door I just walked out from creak open.
We both turned and there was Damion.
“Mia!” He called with a harsh tone. “Get away from that womanizer now!”
For someone who has claimed that he didn't care about her, he looked really worked up to see my hand over his wife's shoulder. It stares could kill, his eyes would have sawed right off its stem.
“I don't appreciate being called such names. And there is no need to shout commands at Luna Mia. Me and her are just having a little talk.”
The little smirk on my face had done its purpose. His fists clenched.
“What is going on? What the hell are you two supposed to talk about?”
“It's none of your concern, Alpha Damion. This is a private meeting. Besides, you had just announced to everyone that you didn't care what happened to her. It shouldn't bother you what happens between her and I.”
I gave him a wink before leading Mia. I felt her shoulder tense under my arm but I didn't see her resist my guide.
“Don't worry,” I whispered. He's not going to do anything to you.”
That only went fine while I was there. When she got back, I knew his temper would surely be off the roofs. I didn't care about it later. I cared about that moment and whatever she was about to say to me.
The courtyard was where I took her so we could be alone. I made sure to keep out of Nyla's sight. She was already looking for me I would assume.
We settled down in the brick seats and this time there was hardly any distance between us. I turned to face her, putting a hand in the back of her chair. “So what is it you wanted to talk to me about so badly?”
She fiddled with her fingers. I could see nervousness eating her up. ”It's about… um…,”
“Spit it out already.”
“I overheard your discussion with Alpha Damion.”
“All of it?” I asked surprised by her answer.
“I was more attracted by the part that you said that you own a grand fashion company.”
I sighed. “Yes. It's true. Why do you ask?”
She dropped a bombshell. “I want to work for you.”
I looked her over. “Is this some sort of prank?”
“No. Do I look like the kind of person that would go around playing tricks?”
“You're being serious,” I muttered in surprise. “What do you know about fashion? Most importantly, why does a Luna like you need a job? Is the Alpha not taking care of you?”
“For your information I know a lot about fashion, more than you, apparently.”
“Is that so?”
“If you show me a copy of your designs right now, I'm going to point out all that's wrong with them and give you suggestions about how to improve them.”
I called her bluff sharply. She gave me a dare face and I had no choice but to find out if this woman was bluffing.
She took a skim of the photos.
“Here, you need to show more skin. People don't want to cover up the clear and beautiful skin that they went through rigorous routines to acquire. The shoulder needs to be chopped off and there should be a higher slit on the skirt.”
I added the changes to the design and it turned out a whole lot better than the previous design. “Wow, you have a real knowledge about fashion.”
“That is why you need to let me work for you. I could help you get up to a great standard that Damion will not be able to compete.”
I sighed. “I know you'll be a great fit but I can't hire you. Alpha Damion would not allow it.”
“Leave that to me. As long as you're ready, I am and I can start helping your company get back up.”
I sighed. It wouldn't harm to give her a shot. Besides, it is a great opportunity to have her around me.
“Fine. You're hired.”
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