Hoping for his Mate

PROLOGUE

The sound of crickets and chickadees could be heard in the air as she kept running. Her deep breaths and panting sounded sharp in the night. The wet grass continued scraping her feet and ankles as she kept running away despite being barefoot.

“I can hear you,” Alpha Damien of the Greek Olympus pack loudly shouted at her. “You are my mate and you have nowhere to run!”

Slightly breathless, the petite 17-year-old blond shouted back at the Alpha, “LET ME BE, you big ANIM…” Out of breath, she rasped in exhaustion and terror as she hit a dead end.

In front of the poor fleeing maiden was a sheer and steep cliff, several miles high, with hardly any protrusions and vegetation to hold on to…

“You are mine,” the dark-haired Alpha replied with an assuring tone and his signature sly smile on his handsome face.

CHAPTER ONE

Damien is now twenty-five years old and he’s the only one in his pack who still has no mate.

His best friend Lyon got his mate when he hit eighteen years on their way to their usual hangout park. He could feel his best friend’s joy when he discovered that his mate was around that park.

Damien followed Lyon as he tracked the compelling scent of chamomile with vanilla that he caught from his mate.

“Why can’t I get a mate,” the young wealthy but unknown internet multi-billionaire lamented,

Standing by the window side of his website’s multi-billion penthouse office, a quick knock on the door distracted him from his memory of Lyon’s discovery of his mate.

“Come in! He commanded,

His new disorganised secretary walked into his office with her shoulder-length dark hair still uncombed, a noticeable tear on the hem of her ruffled skirt and scuffed, dusty flats. The multi-awarded computer program and app creator – who is also the latest international internet sensation - sighed in disappointment at the woman who just entered his ultra-modern and elegant penthouse workplace.

“Moriah, how many times have I told you to always dress presentably, least?” Damien admonished her irritably. “You look like a rat that was dragged out of the sewer.”

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FREDA’S POV

I have been working with Greek digital securities for nine months now. According to my findings, no secretary of Mr Damien has ever lasted long with him because of his sharp, frank and hurtful words plus his ultra-critical attitude. To be honest, I have been a bit affected by all these female employees complaining about him to me, that I almost considered resigning from his fast-rising digital and web company a few times. I mean, is he a chauvinistic pig who automatically looks down on women, or what?! Had I not had a very dire need for the above-average income and bonus accommodations that his company provides which was offered to me, I would have gone up and left a long time ago!

Unfortunately, I’m currently deep in debt from mortgaging my family home to pay for my mom’s surgery and the nursing home where she now lives and gets her regular care. You see, my father left me and my mom when I was still in pre-school. Due to this, my mother took up three jobs at the same time to pay for our food, transportation, utilities and my school fees. She insisted that I study in the best exclusive schools hence, the multiple jobs, so it was automatic for me to keep doing my best in class. I was so good in academics, that I kept getting into advanced classes. I took my primary, intermediate and secondary levels within 10 years only and was awarded academically in all those educational institutions. I also was offered a full scholarship in the most advanced Science and Technological University of the country but my mom’s health was already beginning to falter by then. When the doctors told me that my mother would die if she did not receive a special and very expensive operation I rallied my grandparents to convince my mom to get operated on even if it meant selling the house my mom inherited from my grandparents.

Grandpa and Grandma were the ones who gave the house as a wedding gift for my mom on the day she got married.  So, it was easy for them to convince their sick daughter – my Mom - to mortgage our house to the bank. But my mother insisted that it should not be sold since she had already made up her mind that she would pass that house to me in the future. And since I had to maintain a high point average in my grades to keep my scholarship, which included free board and lodging and quite an impressive monthly stipend, Mom said that as part of her agreement to mortgage the house, I am to take the full package of my scholarship and put her in a home after she had recovered from her surgery.

Hence, my situation now…

Presently I am the youngest PhD doctor in Computer Science & Engineering in my country, which is why I was offered by this woman-hating billionaire’s company the position of Department Head of the beta testing division of all their products, along with my own compact and super hi-tech freight home inside my department’s floor. And this includes my own housekeeping, maintenance, laundry staff, and the works! I even have shoppers who buy my toiletries and groceries once a week and those are reimbursed by the company as well! This leaves me free to pay my mother’s fees in the home which include board and lodging as well. Her pension takes care of her meds. Meanwhile, since one of my closest friends and her small family are the renters of my mom’s mortgaged house, their rental payments take care of the bank’s monthly bill.

But even if I do have this super sweet deal with Greek digital securities (GDS), I still hate Engineer Damien Travolta’s guts. He nags and complains about everything, according to his past secretaries. He’s never satisfied with anything his female staff members do, including me, even if he only sends me memos about my so-called inadequacies since we haven’t really met yet. After all, I was hired by HR and my job doesn’t require that I see people who are that high up the corporate ladder...

At least, not yet…

This might change since I’m currently spearheading a program called the High-End Internet System Security or HISS for short. I created it as my doctorate thesis back at Uni, and when completed will create more profits for GDS, guaranteed. Try to imagine an all-around anti-virus program that can also warn you of hardware issues in your computer…

It would be a given that once I’m done checking my pet project for any bugs, I will have to meet him and our board members to give them a presentation so it would be approved for production. Though, I’m partially dreading it…

Because as of now, his new secretary is here on my division floor crying up a storm and wailing like a banshee! If I don’t know any better he’s aiming to hire Elena as his secretary in the end, except that damn easy girl is too clueless and stupid to realize it and would have to be told to her face so she would get it!

Everyone in the building knows that it’s never just a pure “meeting” or “conference” that happens between Damien and Elena. Every time Miss Elena comes to meet with Damien for the sake of her fiancé protection program - since she’s supposedly a witness of a crime committed in their neighbourhood… Yeeeaaahhh, riiiighhhht, sssuuuurrre! - anybody close enough to the executive penthouse when it’s closed and only those two are alone inside, would always hear long pleasured moaning and other erotic sounds coming from the locked door.

Then, a few minutes later, Elena is always seen coming out of the office door with crumpled clothes, her hairdo a mess and her lipstick smudged. She could be always seen – and recorded in the building CCTV - trying to adjust her outfit and hair to look presentable on her way out. As if she couldn’t use Damien’s private office bathroom to do that. She could even fully reapply her make-up there if she wanted to. Not very bright that one, even if she is model material in the looks and brains department…

But she’s probably doing that on purpose to show everybody that she and Damien has a ‘thing’ going on between them. Oh well, who cares?

Definitely not me!