Chapter 3 A Plan in Motion

Damon.

No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get it out of my head. In fact, with every passing second, her voice grew louder and louder in my head, her facial expression taunting me all the more.

"I never asked you to marry me." she spat. " I didn't mean it. I was drunk as hell and I didn't know what I was saying."

Really? I was just supposed to believe that? Was that really the truth?

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. I couldn't count the number of times I'd done it in the last minute, but I was sure if I kept on with it, my hair would start falling out.

Even the alcohol wasn't helping matters. I'd drank and gulped an unhealthy amount of that sweet poison, and I still hadn't gotten any results. If anything, it only made things worse.

I shut my eyes as I finally allowed my thoughts take over. At this point, I wasn't sure I had any other option.

I clutched my fist as her moans from the other night reached my ears. Aria had always been beautiful, but as I stared at her bare skin, she looked nothing less than a goddess. Her tiny waist fit perfectly in my arms as I scooped her up and on top of me. She'd squealed and kissed me back, arching so perfectly that I had no other choice than to cup her from behind.

She'd nuzzled me and palmed my front, all whilst whispering sweet nothings in my ear. But even with all of that, I didn't let the ecstasy of the night cloud what was obvious and right in front of me. She was upset and all I had to do was ask, and the moment I did, she started talking.

Apparently, her boyfriend of four years had rejected her, right before an important function, all because she was a weak omega. While I was sad at how hurt she was, I couldn't help but feel something else underneath. Hope? Or dare I say Happiness?

I wasn't sure what I was feeling and I wasn't going to think about it, until...

"Marry me." She'd whispered in my ear. A shudder raked through me and I paused momentarily, just to be sure.

"Marry me." She'd said again, proving that I hadn't just imagined what I heard. "Will you marry me?"

I didn't give her an answer right away, but her excitement had stoked something in me, a fire she extinguished the very next morning.

She didn't mean it. She was drunk and nothing more.

"Argh!" I let out in rage. Without thinking, I swiped at the nearest object that stood at the top of my desk. A loud noise pierced my ears and I realized I'd just shattered my favorite mug. Great, just frickin great

"Who is it?" Three knocks at the door pulled me to the entrance of my room. After a couple of seconds without a response, I added. "Come in."

"Good evening, sir." One of our butlers walked in. He bowed, before continuing. "I'm sorry to interrupt but I bring news."

"What is it?" I chimed. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know." The man shook his head. "Or more precisely, I'm not sure I'm in any position to speak. The Alpha wants to see you."

"Dad?" For some strange reason, that didn't sit right with me. I loved the old man, but he could be a handful. "Why would he want to see me?"

"He didn't say." The butler chorused. "He's waiting for you in the lounge room."

He excused himself after that.

What could father want? If it was a trivial issue, he could have sent the message along with the butler or even sent a text. Going to meet with him felt like I was walking into a trap, and I didn't like it one bit.

I shook my head as I headed out of my room. The lounge room wasn't far from here, but it was going to take a while to get there.

The pros and cons of living in a mansion if you asked me.

"Dad?" I called out as I knocked against his door the moment I got there. A couple of seconds passed, before I knocked again. "Can you hear me?"

"Come in." Father's gruff voice came from the other side of the door, and without wasting so much as a split second, I pushed the huge mahogany door and walked in.

"Good evening, Dad." I greeted the sixty something year old man sprawled on one of the lounge chairs in the room. "You called for me?"

"Yes." He quipped as he set his newspaper aside, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon actually. You've always been known to take your sweet time."

"Dad..." I trailed off whilst mirroring his experience. "You know it's not like that...."

"What I don't know, is how you're faring in the family business." He cut me off. "How's that going?"

"Great, very great." And it was true. Ever since Dad handed me a portion in the family business, I'd made it my sole goal not to make any mistakes, and from the looks of things, I was doing a pretty neat job, but that wasn't all.

Aside being the owner of a chain of industries, Dad was also the Alpha of Blue moon pack. For years, he'd led a whole pack of werewolves and very soon it would be my turn to ascend the throne.

"That's nice. I'm proud of you." His smile faded the moment the words were past his lips. "But that's not all."

"It isn't?" I didn't like where this was going, at all. "What else...."

"The coronation is only a couple of days away, a week max and you still aren't ready." Dad chimed.

"I am. I'm ready to..."

"You're not." He cut me off abruptly, a stern look overshadowing his face. "You're not and you know this."

"What-t-t?" I stuttered. "What else could be missing? I have...."

"Your Luna." I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his words. Doing that would only enrage him the more. "You're forgetting your Luna, Damon."

"Dad, I don't think...."

"Exactly!" He snapped and I pulled my lips into a thin line. "You don't think. That's why you haven't gotten a Luna yet."

"I don't need one, dad." I clenched my jaw. "I can rule the members of the pack without one."

"Not under my watch, you won't." He huffed. "I won't let you."

"But Dad..."

"No buts!" He yelled. "This has gone on for way too long. If you don't get a Luna on or before the day of your coronation, I will not be stepping down."

"What!?" I exclaimed. "You can't be serious about that...."

"Oh, I am." His face was stoic and it only meant one thing. He meant every word of it. "No Luna, no coronation. Now leave."

Without so much as another word, I marched out of the lounge room.

What was I going to do now? Where was I supposed to find a Luna? And in the span of a couple of days too.

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, hoping it would calm my nerves, it didn't. If anything, I felt all the more anxious.

Dad was as cheerful as he could get, but whenever he stood on something, he usually never budged, and unfortunately, this was one of those situations.

A thought popped into my head suddenly. Or more accurately, a certain woman's words.

"If it's not a bother could you escort me to the function tomorrow?" Her voice rang in my ears..."I was supposed to go with Callum but..."

If I wasn't mistaken, she wanted me to escort her because she wanted to make him pay for what he did to her.

What if I tweaked her plan and proposal and took it up a notch?