Blurb. Davina Cobbs life was brutally intruded when her father failed in his attempts to get one of his dark enemies, a werewolf Alpha. Klaus Ritcherson. Being a human, Davina couldn't understand the complications of the werewolf committee, but she could describe the attraction she felt for Klaus on their first meeting. An attraction that made her crazy for his touch and attention. But things goes south when her father's plan failed and she is taken by her Klaus. Would Davina stick to the fate her fate her father has planned out for her, or would she make one for herself that can accommodate the Alpha King?
Chapter 1 One
Chapter 1
Davina Pov.
Breakups weren't a strange and heart-wrenching feeling anymore; they were my new normal, thanks to Vincent, my on-again, off-again boyfriend from college.
I'd lost count of how many times we'd broken up, and it had become a casual feeling to just walk away from the one you love. But today, I wished he had done it over the phone.
Bringing me my favorite diner and having my best meal served, only to break up with me, was absolute torture. Especially since I had no one at home to console me or tell me everything would be alright.
"Don't look so forlorn, Davina. I'm doing this for your happiness," he said, his voice laced with insincerity. "I don't want to hurt your feelings more than I already have. This job is eating so much of my time. You deserve someone who has time for you. I'm obviously not that candidate."
I slipped a bored look out of my upright expression. "Really, Vincent? You've made this speech countless times. How long do we have to keep going on and off?" I paused, my voice firm. "You know, I'm beginning to think you're taking my love for you for granted."
I flagged down a waiter, requesting a champagne, obviously on his bill, not mine. "But you've barely touched your meal and the wine," the waiter protested politely, but Vincent glared at him. "Is that how you do things here? Questioning your customers?"
"You don't have to pretend to care, Vincent," I said, ignoring his glare and turning back to the waiter with one of my sweet smiles. "I actually planned on getting a pack to gather these, home. Is that possible?"
"Yes, ma'am," he bobbed his head, taking notes. "You have a change of sixty-two dollars."
"Take that as your tip," I said, waving him off.
Vincent frowned, his expression childish. "What was the meaning of that? We could still have our last dinner together."
I rolled my eyes. "I have things I need to do at home. My father would get worried."
He sighed, his voice laced with condescension. "I know you're mad at me, Davina. But when you find someone else, you'll be grateful I broke up with you."
I flared, getting up from my seat. "You didn't break up with me, Vincent. You don't call the shots here, not anymore. I'm done with you and your inability to make a decision on what you want. Bye, Vincent."
The waiter came with the pack and got my things together. I gave Vincent a last long look before walking out, but as usual, he followed me. "At least let me drive you home," he pleaded, walking closer, and I took a step back.
"No-" I started, but a voice interrupted us.
"I'm taking her home," Carson said, his blue eyes standing out against his tanned skin. His biceps were alluring, and ever since my father brought him back from the military, I couldn't help but steal glances.
Vincent's face contorted in anger, but Carson remained unfazed. "I'd advise you to watch your tone and step back, Mr."
Carson stepped in front of me protectively, and a sigh of relief immediately escaped my lips. "You don't want to go to work tomorrow with clutches and an arm holder," he added, his voice firm.
I saw the fear flash through Vincent's face as he nodded and jogged back inside. It was finally over. I trusted myself this time not to give in to him, no matter how many times he came back begging for me.
"Are you okay, miss?" Carson asked as we got into the car.
"Perfectly," I replied, remaining silent throughout the ride home.
As we arrived, my father's voice boomed from the living room. "Where the hell did you put your phone, Davina? The preparations should be finished by now. We can't afford to need things up."
I sighed tiredly, entering the room. "Everything is as you ordered, father. If you bothered to check my messages, you would see I sent you the reports."
He only checked my messages when he needed something from me. Right from when I was young, my father hadn't really been there for me in terms of care. He claimed I was a female, which made me weak and unable to take up the mantle as the Mayor of the human realm in Riverdale.
"The dining room? The servers? I want nothing to go wrong with the meeting tomorrow," he demanded.
"And they are all like you asked for. If there's a word like 'everything is overly ready,' it's this. Nothing will go wrong, father," I assured him.
"Have you checked on Mom?" I asked, trying to switch topics,
He hates it when I try to switch topics, but I was tired for the day. Heartbreak, responsibility as the Mayor's daughter, and what other unlucky fate does the day have for me ?
Was my father's demanding character the reason my mom has been away for two months, on a 'business trip'?
"I'll be there in the morning to check it out." He hung up.
A frown made its way to my lips as I stared at myself in the mirror, packing my hair into a bun to fit into my night bonnet.
Not even a 'take care or a well done'. I sighed, used to the feeling as I let sleep take over the moment I lay on the bed.
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