Billionaire Alpha's Human Mate

Fiancee

Tristan

“Good morning, Mr. Emerson. It’s another glorious day,” my secretary Anna says as I walk into my office for the day.

“It sure is, Anna,” I mutter and look out the window as I sit at my desk. My office is on the top floor of the tallest building in the city. I run one of the largest companies in the country. It was passed down to me by my father and then his father before that. For six generations we have run this company along with one of the largest wolf packs in the country. It is the empire. Though I have everything I still lack the one thing I need, my mate.

My wolf, Dragos has been acting up as of late and I assume she is near. But I have yet to see or smell her. ‘She’s coming,’ He mutters.

I just turned twenty-eight and my parents are pushing for me to find a mate rather than wait for fate.

“I chose your mother,” My father says.

I know choosing a mate is an option, but Dragos is against it like any wolf. So, I will wait. I sit at my desk to begin the day. As I am working Dragos begins to act up again. He paces and whines like a regular dog.

‘What is up with you?’ I ask.

‘She’s close,’ He responds.

I shake my head and try to concentrate on work, but I read the same paragraph in the same email for ten minutes over and over. Finally, I get up and march out of the office.

“Are you stepping out?” Anna asks as I walk past her.

“Yes,” I mutter as I push the button for the elevator. When it opens Dragos begins to steer where we go, and I find myself on a floor I have never found myself on. The sweet, sweet scent of lavender and vanilla carries me down a hallway where I stop at an open door. One of my many employees appears to be interviewing a woman. Something about her makes my wolf go bonkers. I inhale deeply taking in her sweet scent then my heart drops. “She’s not a wolf,” I whisper and back down the hallway.

‘No! Go back,’ Dragos yells. ‘She’s, our mate.’

I say nothing to my wolf and slink back to the elevator ignoring the stares of the other employees. I lean against the back of the elevator and push the button to go back to my office.

‘Go back,’ Dragos whines.

I sigh and take a deep breath. ‘We can’t, Dragos. She’s human,’ I tell him.

‘She’s ours,’ He whines.

The door dings as it slides open on my floor. I remain leaning against the wall as Anna stares at me from her desk. “Are you alright, sir?” she asks as the door close again. I let the elevator take me all way to the ground floor. I exit and find a quiet hall to watch. Her scent carries off the elevator a few minutes later and I watch exit the building. She stops to look at me, so I look away.

‘Mate!’ Dragos insists.

I shake my head and watch her leave then I go back to the elevator and ride it to the floor I first smelled her. I wander down the hall to the office and burst in. “Who was that?” I demand of the young man sitting behind a desk.

“Alpha,” the man rises with his hand out.

“Who was the woman you were just interviewing?” I ask in a calmer tone.

“Uh, Avery Anderson,” He replies. “She applied for a secretary job.”

“Hire her,” I order.

“I was going to,” the man mutters.

“Okay,” I smirk and leave the office. ‘Avery,’ I say her name to myself several times. Dragos sits in my mind whimpering. ‘Avery,’ I say as I get on the elevator and ride it back to my office.

“Sir,” Anna meets me at the door.

“Anna,” I say to her.

“Your parents and grandparents are here,” She blurts out.

I let out an audible annoyed sigh, “Thanks,” I touch her arm and enter my office. Everyone is sitting at the leather couches waiting as I enter.

“Tristan,” Father stands and approaches me.

I look from him to my mother to my grandparents, “So, just come right in,” I mutter.

“Tristan we are worried about you,” Mother starts.

“Son, what your mother is trying to say is we are tired of you waiting for your mate,” he says in his authoritative tone that, even though I am now the Alpha, I cannot not listen to. “So, we have chosen for you.”

“Father,” I scoff. “I don’t want a chosen mate.”

“Too bad, Tristan,” Father mutters. “We chose her, and you will marry her. No questions.”

“Father,” I complain.

“Tristan,” My grandfather rises from the couch. He is a hair taller than my father. “You need to have a Luna at your side. You can’t wait.”

“I’m fine,” I argue.

“You are not fine son,” Father says.

“We chose you a mate,” Grandfather says. “And you will marry her. Or we will find someone else to be the alpha of Gold River.”

I sigh and look at my grandfather. He is a senior member of the Werewolf Council. They make all rulings for the whole werewolf world. What they say goes. “But- “

“No, buts, son,” Father says. “You will meet her tonight.”

“And she is just lovely,” Mother walks over and touches my cheek.

I sigh, “Whatever,” I mutter.

“Six pm, sharp,” Father says. “Be home and looking your best.”

I just stare at him.

“Tristan,” Grandfather barks.

“Yes, sir,” I say. “I have work to do.”

“That a boy,” Father touches my cheek, and everyone leaves the office.

I sit behind my desk with a long drawn out huff. “This suck,” I say.

‘I want my mate,’ Dragos says.

‘We can’t have her,’ I say. ‘She is human. You know the law. No humans.’

Dragos whines and retreats to his inner cave.

The rest of the day goes without drama, and I get ready to head home. Our mansion sits upon a cliff that overlooks the ocean. It’s like a beacon that ships for miles can see.

“Hey, buddy,” My best friend and Beta, Randy greets me as I enter the house. “How is it going?”

I give him a hard look, “You know, don’t you?” I mutter.

“Yeah,” he says with a stupid grin. I want to punch off his face.

“Shut up,” I huff.

“Tristan,” My gamma Casey wanders up to me.

“Yeah,” I say to him, and he looks at Randy and laughs. “It’s not really funny guys.”

“Tristan,” Mother’s voice rings out down the hall. “Are you going to wear that?” She gestures to my brand-new Prada suit.

“What’s wrong with it, Mother?” I say.

“It’s just- “she trails off.

“I just want to get this over with,” I mutter.

“Don’t be like that, Tristan,” She complains. “We are doing this for your own good.”

“No, you are doing it for your own good,” I point out.

“Everyone is waiting in the lounge,” she mutters.

I sigh and hand my briefcase to Randy, “Put that in my office please.”

“Sure,” Randy smirks and walks away.

“And wipe that damn smirk off your face,” I yell.

“Tristan,” Mom takes my hand and leads me down the hall.

I take a long deep breath as we enter the dining room. My two sisters are hanging out by the bar.

“Tristan,” My sister Veronica walks over.

“Nice of you to come to my doom, Veronica,” I say and take the drink from her hand to down it.

She scoffs as her mate, Darren Simmons, an alpha for another pack walks over, “It will be fine, buddy,” He slaps my back.

“Right,” I say as my other sister Annette walks over. “What are you going to say?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs.

“Tristan,” Father barks at me, “Come here,” He gestures. He is standing in front of the fireplace with Grandfather and another alpha. My heart drops when I realize what is about to happen. “Come here,” Father insists as Veronica hands me another drink.

“Thanks,” I say to her and down it before joining my father and Grandfather.

The other man looks at me with a huge grin.

“Tristan, I believe you know Alpha Samuel Decker of the Mooncrest Pack,” Father says.

“Yes, I do,” I say and shake Samuel’s hand. I look out at the gathered group and see his son Eli who I consider to be a friend.

“Samuel here just became the newest member of the Council,” Grandfather announces.

“Wonderful,” I mutter with an ounce of sarcasm.

Samuel’s mate walks over to join us, “You remember my dearest mate, Helen.”

“Yes, yes, just get one with it,” I mutter.

“Tristan,” Father hisses. “Now, since you nearly thirty and without a mate or heir we have taken upon ourselves to choose one for you.”

I try not to roll my eyes as he speaks.

“Tristan, you remember Wendy Decker,” Father gestures and I watch a woman I practically grew up with walk out of the gathered crowd with a huge grin across her awkward face.

“Hello, Wendy,” I greet her.

She giggles, “Tristan.”

I stare at Wendy. Mooncrest is a rival pack that runs a competing business to ours. Father and Samuel have always been frenemies, so I grew up with Wendy and Eli. Wendy is tall and thin with long blonde hair and brown eyes. Nothing about her attract me to her.

“Tristan James Rupert Emerson, may I introduce to you, Wendy Brianna Decker,” Father states. “Your new Luna,” He adds with a grin that tells me not to argue.