Mated To The Alpha Billionaire
By heisroyy
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Chapter 1
Winston’s POV. There was something about being immortal that was beautiful. The fact that no one was waiting for you to slip before they could catch your hand. There was no cliche part in any side of your life. You are just alive, nothing to breed on, nothing to feed on. You just stare through the middle of the blinds in your large office, a place you can watch pathetic humans walk and pass with their daily activities all going through their heads. I felt like that every moment. It was sickening to observe humans. There was nothing special about them, except the fact that they all claimed to love deeply, which was a lie because every single one of them ended up hurting the person that they loved. I was just immortal, and sometimes I wanted to stare hard at them like I knew I could, because they were beneath me, and sometimes, it is simply not possible. I had a meeting to attend by 2 pm and I still had a lot of papers to sign. I hadn’t even had lunch yet and I was still busy. ASOS was moving forward as I had originally planned from the very beginning, that was my second hobby. Planning things. Apart from the various resort homes and other things that I had, watching my company grow for the better was the best. I know the purpose of this meeting is to close a deal that I had been longing for years now. It was finally happening and as happy as I was I couldn't take my mind off lunch. I know that I haven't been eating properly because I wanted to close this deal as fast as I could, ASOS couldn't afford to wait another year for it to be realized. I had spent years just for this deal. ASOS was always topping the news as the best five underwear companies in the world and I was not going to stop now. Not now, not anytime soon. Being the billionaire CEO of ASOS, it was my top priority to take the company to greater heights, and closing this deal beautifully was one of them. Yes, I am a billionaire, my name has appeared in lots of magazines and newspapers as one of the best businessmen in the country, even in Forbes, although it gets old. But there was something these humans thought they could, figure out every part of my life, which obviously, they could not, there is just something they can never get, even in their many years to come. I mean I've been in business for years now and there's nothing that I haven't been through to get to this point and sometimes I look back and reminisce. I smile just thinking of the old times when men's and women's underwear wasn't a big deal, people didn't care what brands they wore, it mattered. I had to prove them wrong. Underwear was a very serious type of clothing and should therefore be taken seriously, people choosing carefully the kind of brands they wore. That was my priority and I succeeded. I checked my watch and it was almost 2 pm. I packed my desk, getting ready to go for my meeting. I liked just a few things at this point of my life, my office, my house, and of course what is a man without pleasure? Nothing. My mind went back to last night, the crazy blonde that warmed my bed and my cock. I shivered, smirking. I'd fantasize about the rest later but right now I have a meeting to attend. I stepped out of my office and almost ran into my secretary. Her soft, blonde hair cascaded down her heart-shaped face in silky waves. She was a pretty woman. What was life going to be without pretty women? Her eyes brightened as she exclaimed, "Mr. Winston! Your meeting starts in a few minutes!" I raised an eyebrow at her. "I am aware of that. Have you prepared the paperwork?" "O...oh yes sir!" she replied, handing me the file she had been holding in her hand. I took the file and looked through it, nodding in confirmation. "Alright then." I closed the file and nodded curtly at her. "Thank you." It was a brisk walk to the meeting room, two levels above us and in the elevator, I cross-checked the files again to make sure there were no lose ends. It was important to be meticulous with these deelings. Walking into the conference room, all eyes turned to me as I stood at the threshold of the room, immediately getting assaulted by different scents and perfumes and odours. That was the thing with being what I was. I could sniff out scents I wasn't even interested in. Usually, I ignored this primal instinct, but being in a space with this many people only heightened my senses. Pleasantries were exchanged and we got down to business immediately, going over everything we hadn't finalized yet. The meeting didn't take too long as we had already gone over the deal before and the only thing left was to close it, which we finally did. I was happy indeed. Happy enough to dwell in the well deserved praise and pat myself on the back. The whole deal was a success and I was proud, it wasn't easy to get but I guess something just happened right? "Thank you, everyone, for the effort that you all put into this. I'm grateful and I'm glad to announce that everyone will receive a bonus along with their salaries when it's payday." I announced this to the team who made this a success. They all clapped, shouting thank-yous with smiles on their faces. "Mr. Winston? You have a call, it's a private number" my secretary handed my phone over to me. "Hello? Who is this?" I asked but there was no reply. I was about to ask again when- " Hello Winston. I hear you are celebrating your success after getting that deal you have always wanted." The familiar voice responded. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Shivers travelled down my spine. His voice... His voice reminded me of something deep, something that others cannot find out about me... No matter what. I left the room quietly and inconspicuously, keeping my voice at bay and trying to maintain a calm composure as I kept the volume of the call very low so only I could make out what was being said. "Why are you calling me?" I growled into the phone, gazing out the window and trying to imagine his stupid face. "This better be important, asshole." "Wow!" The sarcastic voice of my best friend and favourite person in the world, for now at least, laughed happily. "Good fucking day to you too. One question! Do you ever stop being a jerk?" "Nathan!" I snapped, trying to control my annoyance. "Get to the point." "Fine. Sheesh. You know, it helps to get laid every once in a century. Does wonders for your psyche-" "I warned you not to call just because you want to but because there's something important you want to discuss. Do not test me." I said, coldly. "Chill man." He sounded serious now. " I heard you closed the deal. I just want to congratulate you, okay? I'm proud of you, man." I sighed, deciding to cut him some slack. "Thanks..." If he was still the childish asshole I know he is, I knew he was rolling his eyes sarcastically at me as he said, "yeah, sure. Thanks, Nathan," he mocked my voice. "I mean it!" I growled. God, this idiot really knows how to push my buttons. "Hey hey. No need to be harsh, okay?" I huffed a breath and rolled my eyes. "Hey, man." He continued, his voice subdued and serious again. "About the search. How is it going? Any leads?" He asked. From his voice, I could tell he was anticipating good news. But I had none of that. I sighed and walked to my table, dumping some ice cubes in a glass cup and pouring out some cognac for myself. I downed the whole thing in one gulp, crunching the ice between my teeth. I was stalling and he knew it. "Well?" He prompted after I grew silent for a few pensive minutes. I huffed another breath. The one thing. The one aspect of my life that didn't want to come together, no matter how hard I tried. How hard I searched. How much I wanted it. Needed it. A mate. My one. Someone to mark. To claim as mine. Only mine. My partner. My equal. Mine. I searched in clubs, in business meetings, at fundraisers, gala events, red carpets, in muses, models, actresses, you name it. Nothing. Not a scent. Not a sting. Not a tug in the right direction.
Chapter 2
Winston’s POV. Sometimes, I felt like screaming at the moon goddess. It felt like a curse. Like I was missing a piece of me. Like I wasn't complete. I wasn't whole. And what if I'll never be? Night after night. Decade after decade. I was still as lonely and empty as I was since I first transformed. It was incredibly frustrating. A very annoying feeling. The feeling of total incompleteness. "No." I whispered the truth to myself. "My search has been futile. There are no lead. Nothing." I answered. His silence made my chest burn. I poured more cognac out for myself, gulping it down and enjoying the sting at the back of my throat. The pain, tearing me apart from the complete hollow in my chest. "Hey, it's okay, man. We have eternity to find her." Or eternity to spend alone. "I'll just leave you to attend your party, be okay. Okay?" "Sure." "I'll be back tomorrow. My work is piling up there and you know how much I loooove working." His sarcasm rang out but the intent was clear. He was out doing another 'business'. "Alright bye," I hung up the phone and stared outside the see through floor-to-ceiling wall at the pathetic little humans going around their daily activities. The pain in my chest, hurting worse than a rotting tooth. I sighed, gulped down more cognac and plastered a convincing smile on my face as I walked back to the room to face my employees in their merriment. There was a little party going on. It usually happened when we struck a gold mine like we just did with this last contract I secured. I may think that humans are flimsy little creatures with a short lifespan, but my employees, my companies... I didn't joke with them. In a way, they reminded me of my pack. I was responsible for them and they looked up to me. I could sense their loyalty to me, how much they trusted me with the financial aspect of their lives. How much hope they had in me, the burden of this hope, resting on my shoulders. It was the closest thing I had to being in a pack again. And that's why I enjoyed being the CEO of ASOS. I wanted them to be happy and content as they worked for me. Anything besides that is simply unsatisfactory. Seeing them in a merry mood lifted up my spirits immediately. "Sorry to disturb this jolly moment everyone," I didn't have to shout over the music, but everyone heard me and a low hush swept over the room as they paid attention to me and turned down the dial. "It's good to see everyone happy today. Heaven knows I am!" "Damn right!" Someone whistled in the distance and everyone giggled. "Do continue with..." I gestured to evidence of the merriment I just walked in on, "–whatever you have going on here. I'm declaring the whole of tomorrow off. Do whatever you want." There was hooting and clapping and cheering. I grinned proudly. "I do have to get going now." I smiled, stuffing my hands in my pocket. They all said their goodnights and thank yous once again. I left the building and rode straight home in my Benz classic car. It was one of my favorite cars and I'm sure even my employees knew that. I did some errands and before long, it was dark. I got home fast, there was no traffic tonight and it was a full moon. It was a battle resisting my primal instinct to transform but I'd spent decades learning to keep these instincts at bay and every day, it got easier fighting my body's natural response to the hypnotic full moon. My estate was pristine and quiet, just the way I liked it. My housekeeper, Nancy, was waiting for me and greeted me at the door, taking my bag and coat and offering me a cup of Jasmine tea I'd never admit I enjoyed and soothed me on days like this. She was an older woman whom I hired a very long time ago. She was the only person I could trust with my food and any other thing that had to do with the house. "Welcome, sir." She greeted me. "How was your day today?" I rolled my shoulders, loosening the tight knots and cranking my joints. "Good. Good." "I already made your dinner," she informed me. "Would you like me to serve you?" She asked. "Yes, thank you. I'll be in my office." "Sir," she protested, "you just got back from work!" "I'll rest when I'm in my grave, Nancy," I walked past her. "You know what," I paused, turning to look at her. "Sir?" "I'll be too busy to eat. Wait a little more until I say so. In the meantime, run a bath for me, will you?" I instructed, walking up the stairs. I knew she was biting back a protest but she sighed, conceding. "Yes, sir," she said, bowing a little. I nodded and continued the rest of the journey to my office. Securing the query letters and emails I needed to get sorted out, I retired to bed, tired and exhausted. I walked Into my room and flipped the light switch on and the entire room was bathed in bright lights. I took a bathe, washing the dirt and grime of the day off and when I was done, I started to lay more heed to the hunger I was feeling deep within my stomach right before I had left the office, begins to show itself again. I was convinced it was as a result of the food I was perceiving downstairs and the thought of walking all the way down again tired me out. My gift of scent sniffing was one of the less glamorous things that came with being part of my species. I could pick up a scent from miles away. I walked downstairs, past the extremely long stairs and found an amazing dinner set up for me in the dining room. I loved food so much, so it did not take me long to stuff myself until I could no longer eat. Still, I was not filled to the brim but I had reached my limit. "You must have been so famished sir, you almost finished everything I set up," Nancy commented. I rolled my eyes inwardly, sighing deeply and convincing my sub conscious that it was not a subtle insult but rather, a question asked out of curiosity. "Yes, I missed my lunch because of something important, which I have to get back to right now." I answered getting up. Declaring the rest of the day off was to my detriment as I knew my secretary and most of my team would put off their share of work and leave it unattended. I finished up looking through the terms and conditions stated in a contract I had put off for too long and emailed the complete document to my lawyer to cross-check. Nathan had suggested I get a personal assistant to help with these more mundane and less risk-taking part of my job but I had firmly refused. I could handle my own shit. A knock on the door to my office and I looked up just as Nancy poked her head in. "I will bring you another cup of tea, if that's okay with you, sir." I nodded. "That's great, Nancy, thank you.” I smiled at her. Nancy was always ready to help. My office was beside my room and it was not as large as the one in my company, but it was a pretty good space for what I made use of inside. I continued my work, sipping the hot tea Nancy had later brought in after a while, and also making frequent phone calls. I finally finished my work and sent my secretary some emails. Her swift reply let me know that she wasn't slacking on her job like I had earlier thought. I decided to go for a run in the woods at the back of my house. I knew building my house smack-dab in the middle of the woods was going to raise eyebrows. Why was my house built in the woods? I remember being asked that question during interviews, and so many press conferences. I always just gave a basic answer; I loved nature. That seemed like the perfect idea, because who did not love nature? I suddenly caught a scent and stumbled to a halt, sniffing around. The wind was blowing heavily around me and I struggled to catch the scent again. I stayed still for a moment, listening to the wind, my ears, pricking up, my senses heightened. I knew it when I felt it. He's here.