RHETT: THE SON OF THE ALPHA

2. The deal

CHAPTER TWO

RHETT’S POV

I knew agreeing to this truce was a f*****g mistake right from the word go. I could marry any woman if she was half as intolerable as Freya f*****g Fawn. Was she gorgeous? Any straight man would confirm that with an immediate yes. She was hot and she knew it. You should have seen how many boys were willing to do the shittiest stuff just for an iota of her attention back in high school. She was much sweeter then. Maybe that was why I tried to ask her to Prom. Of course, that turned out to be a pretty big bruise to my ego when she turned me down. Worst part? I’d lost count of how many times she’d attempted to shoot me. No, not the killing kind. More of that grazing the leg kind but it leaves you in agony for more than just a day for a werewolf.

“How long do we still have?” Speaking of the devil.

I glanced at my wrist watch, “Ten minutes,”

She sighed, completely bored as she crossed one leg over the other. Sitting across me in my limousine as we headed back to my house, I couldn’t help but look at her. No, not the admiring kind. I was f*****g mad at her. Sure, we were both roped into something we didn’t want just so two warring sides could finally come into an agreement of peace for the sake of the city according to Mayor Whitlock. But she decides to run away and f**k her Chauffer, minutes after we signed the f*****g truce? That was some A-level kind of disrespect. No one had ever pulled something of that magnitude on me. I had to give her that. Unfortunately, I could not escape the rumors that would come with it.

“We have arrived sir,” My Chauffeur, Declan, announced, opening the door for us.

“Can you give me a minute?” I instructed and he nodded, pushing the car door closed.

“What now?” Freya asked, eyes pulled into a bored expression.

“I do not like this any more than you, alright? But the sooner we convince everyone else that we truly want this truce as much as everyone else, will they leave us alone. You can f**k whoever you want and I can do the same. But for now, lets keep it in our pants until the dust has settled,”

She laughed, almost as though everything that had just slipped off my tongue was purely amusing, “You want me to pretend that I’m into, whatever this truce is supposed to do? In case you haven’t noticed, we do not get along and I’m not even talking about you creatures and us,”

I covered the distance between us in an instant, glaring at her, “You creatures?”

“Isn’t that what you are?” She asked, a smug expression on her face, “Creatures,”

Next thing I know, I had her pinned against the back of the seat, both her tiny wrists captive to the grip of my hand. She doesn’t flinch like I thought she would, Instead, the smugness deepened, only serving to irritate me more. I stared down at her eyes, the imminent hatred in me advising me to just pull back before I ended doing something we both regret. Hell, we’ve been at each other’s neck for as long as I could remember. We just never got a justifiable good enough reason to kill each other.

“Three weeks,” I stepped back, sitting back down, “That's all I’m asking,”

“What?”

“For three weeks we don’t try to kill each other. We pretend that you and I are actually developing something that proves this marriage was not coerced; at least in the eyes of that mayor. We go out for dinner dates, attends some of those…formal dinner celebrations from both our sides, perhaps a couple balls for the city and once those three weeks are over, you can do whatever you want, Freya,”

“Even call this marriage off?” She asked after some bit of hesitation.

“Yes,” I answered, looking straight into her dark brown eyes.

She stayed silent, a blank expression on her face and the more I tried to read her, even with my wolf capabilities, the harder it got. She was very good with her emotions. Suddenly, she stretched her open palm, a smirk consequently dancing on the edge of her lips.

“I’ll agree to your terms. Also, I’d love to chip in a lot on the dinner arrangements. I heard the werewolves suck at that,”

Don’t lose it, Rhett. My wolf Ink warned me.

“Sure,” I shake her hand to seal our agreement.

“Well then, it's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Saint,”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Saint,” It kind of felt a little too good, watching the color drain from her face. She definitely did not like being called Mrs. Saint and that was one thing I was planning on annoying the hell out of her with.

“Shall we?” She asked after a second composing herself.

I knocked on the door and barely a second later, Declan opened it. I stepped out first, then reached back inside to help her out and for a second I thought she was going to swat my arm away but she actually took it. With our arms intertwined, we began walking up the stairs where my father, the Alpha King of Roxen City Wolves, was standing with a blank expression on his face. The beta and one of the gammas flanked him on either side.

“Son,” he acknowledged me then turned to my new wife, “Mrs. Saint,”

I felt a twitch when Freya suddenly balled a fist, without a waver in her delicate, well-crafted smile, “Freya would be fine. I thought as a father of the bridegroom and the Alpha King of the city, you would at least make the courtesy of showing up at City hall,”

Father glanced at me then back at Freya, “Well, as the Alpha King of the city, I do have much more work on my hands. To make up for it, I have curated a feast worth of your marriage to my son. So, you two should have some bit of rest. It's going to be quite a long night,”

“A F-Feast?” She turned to me, an accusatory glare in her eyes.

“Oh, I’m as shocked as you are, Mrs Saint,” I answered.