Chapter 4: Alpha Please Be Gentle

♡Three hours earlier, Silver moon pack♡

"Alpha, the pack beta just mind linked me now. He said he could not get to you. Told me Ariana wants to meet you. And that it is very important."

Dunamis, Damon's Gamma says, to the tall broodingly handsome devil incarnate before him.

Damon's stance could scare anyone. His suit jacket that was draped on the arm of his chair in his office was yanked by his right tattooed arm.

Glancing up from the thousands of files on his very large desk, he gently brushed the black shoulder length well gelled hair on his head and as he walks towards his gamma, his piercing emerald_grey eyes stares the other man making him swallow.

"We leave after the next meeting then" was his response as he brushes past Dunamis. The other man following suit.

The elevator dings as the two men walks inside. It dings again indicating that it has been closed.

"Yes Alpha. And you are to meet with the new Senate president to thank you for your support in his campaign."

Damon just nods his head.

"Dunamis, do you think Arianna would ever leave me alone even after ignoring her?".Damon asks out of nowhere.

"She would not Alpha, I am pretty sure all she is after is to always be by your side. She loves the attention and she knows you cannot disrespect her. She would only keep coming back." Dunamis answers.

The elevator dings, indicating that it is been opened again as they walk out through glass door. To the meeting room. Damon's head held high. His employees demonstrated courtesy as he walks past them. Most of all his employees are werewolves but only a few of them are humans.

An hour and a half later,the meeting ends.

His emerald_grey eyes scans the parking lot as they walk straight to his side of parking. Where the indication of "CEO" is engraved on the steel next t his black shimmering Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

Damon shoves his car key to Dunamis who catches it in a swift.

Unlocking the car door, they both walk in.

"Is the Senator still going all out tonight in the pack house?." Damon asks as a change of topic, as soon as Dunamis swivels out of the parking lot.

"Yes Alpha. Since he became a warewolf" He answers with a curt nod. Though the Gamma is older than his Alpha, but Damon is a very respectable man.

At age 18,Damon was appointed as the Alpha. Because of his zeal and the power he carries. At that time, his father Micheal sees much potential in him and supports him. Seeing as Damon has the potential of bringing about power and wealth. And what else could a man live for if not both?.

The man, now 24, became a billionare mogul. the enigmatic CEO of the luxury goods conglomerate the Brown Group, rarely attended public events that weren't hosted by himself, one of his close friends, or one of his important business associates. The Senate President didn't fall under any of those categories.

But since it was held in the pack house, he has no choice but to attend. Being the face and head of the pack. He was also one of the wealthiest and, therefore, most watched men in New York.

Sighing, he looks out through the window. His thought roaming about as he watches the tall buildings pass by.

Right now, all he wishes for is to get home and not approach any form of trouble.

But knowing Ariana, she would always be a thorn in his flesh. By the moon godded he hated the woman. She was the bane of his existence.

An hour and a half later, they arrived home.

As soon as they arrived home, Damon tells Dunamis to go home to his family before the ball party tonight.

And Damon did the same. But was stopped by the band 9smf his existence.

"Damon. You are back!. I knew you would return soon. How was work today?". Sje attempts to plant a kiss on his cheek which he returns with a harsh glare causing the woman to flinch.

He did not reply to her earlier question, as he asks.

Ariana trys to grab his arms again but he wanted her away.

"It's Alpha Damon to you. You and I both know all of this is shit show."

"You let me call you that outside" she complains.

"What is it that is so important you wanted to tell me"? He ask, his voice cold and relaxed.

He walks inside his office, pulling off his suit jacket that he had earlier put back on since he attended a meeting.

Ariana ogles his strong arm, as they flexes at his action. The man was an enigma of beauty no denial.

Women flocks around him. Non of them ever pique his interest. The Alpha has not yet met nor found his mate. It was beginning to frustrate him.

"Eyes are up here Ariana" he says in a bored tone.

The woman quickly compose herself as she puts her hand on her hips in a seductive manner. Which irritates Damon.

All he ever seeks for is his mate.

"Well, I just want you to grant me permission on this. It's about the 'outcast omega'. She disregards me". Ariana complains pouting.

"In your head, everyone disregards you Ariana". Damon says back to her.

She grunts and continues.

"She even flirts with Merrick the Beta. And she hasn't transformed into her wolf yet. Whoring herself around the pack. How does that sound under your ruling?. Especially since its against the law of the pack" Ariana says, smiling as she saw the frown on Damon's face. Knowing she had given him reason to grant her her wish.

"Well, why purnish her when you can always bring her to me for repriminding. But since I dont have much time and you are the assumed Luna. I would think about it. Now you may leave my office Ariana" He says, rubbing his forehead.

He groans at the amount of paperwork before him. He shakes his head and resumes work.

Work has always been what keeps him busy.

Later in the afternoon, Damon walks into his bedroom.

But was surprised at the sight before him. His wolf, Devon was jumping at the tiny figure laying before him.

"Mate!" He growls.

Damon stood starstruck as the alluring scent of the tiny figure with long brunette hair that covers half her face.

He didn't need to see all of her before he knew his mate was very beautiful and so fucking tiny and young.

But what was the moon goddess game for bringing his mate now?. Especially since he has been searching for her, except she was brought right into his pocket.

"I want to feel her, I want to touch mate. Now Damon!" His wolf complains.

Curious, Damon brushes her hair away from her face has he scans her face. From her perfectly carved brows to her button nose. Her pink lips slightly open she looked young. Damon's guess was she was around eighteen. She looks cute. His eyes travels down to her neck, but was bothered when he saw bruises there.

He growls loudly. "Fuck!you're hurt" he says to no one in particular.