Chapter 6
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Varden Devereaux walked into the building with a strut that oozed finesse and power. The man was a walking tornado of different physical attributes. And all of which were positive.
From his jet black hair, to his grey eyes, and down to his chiselled chin, he literally caused the female population a whole lot of heartache with just one look.
And then there was the body to die for. With broad shoulders and long legs to fie for, he easily fit into the description for both an underwear model, and a business tycoon model.
Put all of that in a perfectly tailored suit, and you could still see the muscles underneath his clothes, as they rippled with each move he made, telling the world at large, that he didn't skip the gym.
But that wasn't all.
If it were just one of him walking the streets of Seattle, then it would have been a bit manageable.
Take one Varden, and put him in a cloning machine, and then press the number 'two'. And then you have not just one Varden, but three.
Yes.
The famous Devereaux brothers.
Two of which were currently waiting for him in the little conference room of the Devereaux Cooperation. The biggest conglomerate group in the whole country.
Outside the pack, they did their best to keep their wolves, under a low profile and blend in with the humans.
Although, of course, they had pack members working for them. But everyone was super discreet.
All three brothers, were a copy of each other, as if they were triplets. But they were not.
As he walked past the employees who had become stiff upon seeing him, Varden couldn't help but cringe inside of him. It was becoming tiring, the way they looked at him like he was going to eat them up at anytime, as if he was a vampire, waiting to attack. If only they knew he was much worse and could attack both during the day and at night.
He tried his best not to flash his eyes at them and walked past silently.
It was something his father had instilled in everyone, and something he knew he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to. Fear, and respect.
Walking straight to the elevator, he pressed the button and walked in, almost rolling his eyes as everyone in the elevator poured out, leaving the elevator to him.
Yikes.
He really could do without all of that. And he knew two other people, who were also fed up and wouldn't hesitate to agree with him.
When he had left Oliver in the study, he had gone straight to his room to sulk, only for Oliver to call him, to inform him that he was really needed in the office. This time, he couldn’t say no.
He pressed the button that would take him to his floor, before adjusting his tie and leaning back on the wall of the elevator.
The day hadn't even begun, and he was already tired.
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"You really took your time arriving, Princess." Oliver, who was sporting a very amused look was the first to speak as soon as he saw his brother walk into the conference room with a bored look on his face. They had been holed up in the conference room for close to an hour, waiting for him, and probably wondering what was keeping him so long.
If only they knew that he had spend a long time battling with the thoughts of a certain woman and a certain kiss..
Varden could feel his brother try to nudge at him with the wolf’s bond, but he was having none of it and blocked him.
Oliver was a pest.
"Welcome, Mr Almighty Alpha" Draco, spoke, also looking amused, but Varden just rolled his eyes.
“If you want the title, you can just say it. Although I’m very sure you won’t be up to the task.” Varden retorted, smiling when his youngest brother raised his nostrils in distaste, and opened his mouth as he began to curse at him.
"Any news on the shipment?" Varden finally asked, after a while of going back and forth on small talk.
Oliver shook his head. "Actually, no. Spoke with the port officials this morning, and they told me that they haven't heard anything yet. And that they will wait two days, and if they get nothing still, will commence a search." He answered with a sigh.
The shipment they were talking about, had to be the biggest they were making this month, and just the thought of something bad happening to it, was enough to put them on a high jump. And it was the reason he had agreed to come to the office.
Oliver on the other hand, was filled with guilt as he had been the one to make the plan and give the go ahead, despite his bothers' warning, which at the time, had fallen on deaf ears.
According to him, every calculation he had made had ended in a positive note, which was why he was having a hard time with the whole situation.
"Maybe it just went off the radar, and that's why it can't be traced. I'm sure everything would be fine." Draco, who was the peacemaker, and the usually positive one among the three, finally spoke, in his light baritone. "And trust me, we have other serious issues to handle, which we have to handle by ourselves, and not some shipment that com be handles by the authorities."
They all knew that he was only trying to make a light of the situation, but they hummed in agreement as they got to work.
The Devereaux Cooperation wasn't what it was or where it was, without the hardwork put in it. And it was something Gregory, their father, never failed to remind them.
Varden felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and pulled it out to see who had sent him a message, before letting his lips curl into a grin.
"And, speaking of serious issues, I got a call from Dad. He'll be here anytime soon." Varden added, and winced as two identical faces contorted into identical pained expressions at his words.
He had been on his way, when their father had called.
"Varden!"
"Varden!"
Both Oliver and Draco yelled at the same time in frustration.
It was probably the oldest joke in their family, but never failed to work on every one of them. Their father knew just how to get to each of his son's, and would usually tell just one person of his arrival, and ask that person not to disclose it to the rest, until just minutes before he arrived.
And boy were they scared of the man, despite being twenty-eight, twenty-nine, and thirty, respectively.
The door opened, just as Draco was about to say something, revealing Gregory Devereaux, looking just as stern as ever.
Oliver winced loudly.
It wasn't always their father visited them in the company, but whenever he did, something was usually up. What it was this time, Varden wondered. But knew he would find out in no just time.
He hoped it had nothing to do with the council. He really didn’t want to go to that meeting.
"And just how are my sons doing?" Gregory asked with a smile walking into the conference room.
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