Alpha's Genius Human Mate

PROLOGUE

The sound of crickets and chickadees could be heard in the air as she kept running. Her deep breaths and panting sounded sharp in the night. The wet grass continued scraping her feet and ankles as she kept running away despite being barefoot.

"I can hear you," Alpha Damien of the Greek Olympus pack loudly shouted at her. "You are my mate and you have nowhere to run!"

Slightly breathless, the petite 17-year-old blond shouted back at the Alpha, "LET ME BE, you big ANIM..." Out of breath, she rasped in exhaustion and terror as she hit a dead end.

In front of the poor fleeing maiden was a sheer and steep cliff, several miles high, with hardly any protrusions and vegetation to hold on to...

"You are mine," the dark-haired Alpha replied with an assuring tone and his signature sly smile on his handsome face.

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Damien is now twenty-five years old and he's the only one in his pack who still has no mate.

His best friend Lyon got his mate when he hit eighteen years on their way to their usual hangout park. He could feel his best friend's joy when he discovered that his mate was around that park.

Damien followed Lyon as he tracked the compelling scent of chamomile with vanilla that he caught from his mate.

"Why can't I get a mate," the young wealthy but unknown internet multi-billionaire lamented,

Standing by the window side of his website's multi-billion penthouse office, a quick knock on the door distracted him from his memory of Lyon's discovery of his mate.

"Come in! He commanded,

His new disorganised secretary walked into his office with her shoulder-length dark hair still uncombed, a noticeable tear on the hem of her ruffled skirt and scuffed, dusty flats. The multi-awarded computer program and app creator – who is also the latest international internet sensation - sighed in disappointment at the woman who just entered his ultra-modern and elegant penthouse workplace.

"Moriah, how many times have I told you to always dress presentably, least?" Damien admonished her irritably. "You look like a rat that was dragged out of the sewer."

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FREYA'S POV

I have been working with Greek digital securities for nine months now. According to my findings, no secretary of Mr Damien has ever lasted long with him because of his sharp, frank and hurtful words plus his ultra-critical attitude. To be honest, I have been a bit affected by all these female employees complaining about him to me, that I almost considered resigning from his fast-rising digital and web company a few times. I mean, is he a chauvinistic pig who automatically looks down on women, or what?! Had I not had a very dire need for the above-average income and bonus accommodations that his company provides which was offered to me, I would have gone up and left a long time ago!

It would be a given that once I'm done checking my pet project for any bugs, I will have to meet him and our board members to give them a presentation so it would be approved for production. Though, I'm partially dreading it...

Because as of now, his new secretary is here on my division floor crying up a storm and wailing like a banshee! If I don't know any better he's aiming to hire Elena as his secretary in the end, except that damn easy girl is too clueless and stupid to realize it and would have to be told to her face so she would get it!

Everyone in the building knows that it's never just a pure "meeting" or "conference" that happens between Damien and Elena. Every time Miss Elena comes to meet with Damien for the sake of her fiancé protection program - since she's supposedly a witness of a crime committed in their neighbourhood... Yeeeaaahhh, riiiighhhht, sssuuuurrre! - anybody close enough to the executive penthouse when it's closed and only those two are alone inside, would always hear long pleasured moaning and other erotic sounds coming from the locked door.

Then, a few minutes later, Elena is always seen coming out of the office door with crumpled clothes, her hairdo a mess and her lipstick smudged. She could be always seen – and recorded in the building CCTV - trying to adjust her outfit and hair to look presentable on her way out. As if she couldn't use Damien's private office bathroom to do that. She could even fully reapply her make-up there if she wanted to. Not very bright that one, even if she is model material in the looks and brains department...

But she's probably doing that on purpose to show everybody that she and Damien has a 'thing' going on between them. Oh well, who cares?

Definitely not me!

After Moriah finished ranting to Freya, she went back to her desk in the penthouse floor, her pout still visible on her slightly freckled face.

"Oh, there you are, Moriah! I just received a text from Elena that she's about to get here. Please send her in, when she arrives," Her bossy superior ordered as he stepped outside his executive office while checking his branded special edition watch.

Shaking her head, the sniffing, swollen-eyed brunette walked towards the outer halls of the penthouse office where the elevators were. One of the mirrored lifts dinged and slid open to reveal an almost skeletal slim pale-skinned 5'7 redhead in a loose French twist and make-up that was better worn in a dark nightclub.

"Hello, ma'am," Moriah sullenly greeted the scantily dressed female.

Extremely short leather skirt with a slit on the side... a red tube top showing off her navel... black 5-inch strappy stilettos... is she planning to audition at a strip club later?

Hi, girl. Is Damien in? I have a two o'clock appointment with him and it's already a minute passed it. Traffic was terrible you see," Elena remarked while chewing gum as she looked at the secretary from head to toe.

"So much for being on time... Well, with the way she's dressed, she would indeed cause a traffic jam," Moriah murmured under her breath.

"Did you say something, Miss?" the gum-chewing girl asked as she walked out of the elevator and stepped into the crimson carpeted hall.

"No ma'am. Please, Sir Damien is already waiting for you." replied the top-heavy secretary.

She then watched as Elena swiftly zeroed in on the double doors of the massive penthouse's executive office, impatiently jerking open one of the doors into Damien's office, then gently entering.

"Daah-liiing, sorry for being late, traffic's a bitch!"

"Well, I would understand why, with the way your dressed, babe. Come on, I need you to relax me, babe. The tension is making me HARD...

Moriah, who has now returned to her desk just outside her employers door and completely heard the lewd exchange, just rolled her eyes in exasperation as she returned to her day's task of responding to emails.

DAMIEN'S POV

Sitting on my dark masculine-styled couch in my office, I could hear the faint exchange of voice between my secretary and a lady I can't put a face on.

Quickly removing my suit jacket and tie, I adjusted the top buttons of my long-sleeved light blue polo. Just as I folded my jacket and tie then placed them neatly on the coffee table in front of me, I sat up as I heard the sound of one office's double doors opening. Elena's pixie-like face popped into the entryway's opening, a wide smile on her face.

No wonder I can't put a face to her voice... I thought as I readied myself for our day's scheduled meeting.

I only use Elena's free offer of her body which is always at my disposal to annoy my wolf, Thorn, who seems to always be agitated due to the fact that they still cannot find his Luna and their mate yet.

Groaning internally, he could feel his Thorn's immense displeasure and disappointment due to what is about to happen. Because each and every time Elena comes for an appointment, his wolf is always ready to fight her offers off.

And Damien will never allow his wolf to overpower his command!

"I will reveal myself to the human world and out you if you continue to have sex with her. That is how how much I hate her smell! I want my mate not just any lusty cunt to fuck, Damien," his wolf threatened him upon smelling Elena as she made her way towards him.

Humans does not know of their existence. And he plans to keep that fact intact. Which is why he was being blackmailed by his wolf about this.

His secretary, Moriah, is a human and so is Elena who is kneeling at his front, fully clothed.

Tell you what, Thorn, I'll not let Elena touch us ever again, if and when we find our mate, and not a second before that. Meanwhile if you can't sniff out a female willing to service us that likes and would do it for free then you and I are stuck fucking this bitch. Is that clear, wolf!?

Thorn answered by merely viciously growling in his head. And considering what Elena was now doing, Damien can understand why...

The green-eyed redhead slowly kneeled between his wide-open muscled things, allowing him a peek of her almost flat cleavage as she lightly touched the growing bump on his pants' groin area. Elena, upon finally settling on the floor in front of him, carefully lowered his fly as she wet her lips with her tongue. The young dark-haired Internet Tycoon could feel his hardened shaft throbbing as it quickly sprung out of his trousers' confines. Elena's soft hands on it feels warm and inviting but he held back from coming immediately as her tongue touched the head of his shaft to taste his thick, whitish pre-cum.

"Take it all into your mouth, baby. I want to feel my head touch your throat," requested/ordered Damien.

She glanced upward to his but still licking his bulbous smooth head and naughtily smiled. Elena waited for the count of three before opening her thick lips wide then encompassing his pulsing veined length with her open mouth.

Damien murmured a curse under his breath as the very willing female began bobbing her head to a rhythm that she knew her regular lover prefers. Well, since services so many other men in her life, it's good to remember her loyal lovers' preferences...

No wonder Thorn hates the way she smells! It's a proven scientific fact that women who have multiple bed mates would eventually start smelling like a public latrine inside their cores...

"Keep it going, babes. I'm almost about to come!"

The lascivious lass went deeper and used her hands to release and play with Damien's compact medium-sized balls. Good thing this handsome business owner never wears underwear, so it was easier for Elena to do what she wants with his turgid tool.

With a low moan, Damien stretched as his groin contracted, his hand that was holding his consistent but temporary sexual partner's hair has now tightly curled around clumps of the redhead's formerly beautifully arranged French twist...

"FUUUCK... I'M CUMMING ELENAAA!!! TAKE IT ALL! AAAAAHHH!!!"

As he groaned out his commands, the Alpha felt his body jerk upwards spurting his thick semen into the poor girl's mouth. It was so strong that his liquids squirted forcefully into Elena's larynx and nasal cavity, causing the woman to slightly sputter, gag and cough with her stuffed mouth still wide open.

The choking lass quickly pulled out from Damien's still pulsing dick, causing his seed to spill all over his silk trousers...

"Shit! Why'd you pull out too early, woman?" yelled the multi-billionaire in an intensely upset tone.

Well, that's what you get for just fucking any female who's not our mate, D! A hoarse growling voice exclaimed inside the angry human's mind.

"Oh, sorry. Don't worry, I'll fix it. I could have it laundered and pressed why you lock yourself in your office until I return," suggested his panicky human sex toy as she quickly stood up.

"Never mind. I have a better idea... I'll just punish you instead," Damien hissed as he pushed Elena on the sofa so she fell with her legs apart. He then forcefully roughly slid into her wet and slightly loose pussy.

I knew it! She didn't have any panties on! That's why I could smell her pre-cum as she entered my office door...

Moaning, Elena grabbed his tight, muscled ass and pushed him deeper into her dripping swollen slit. The lust-filled grey-eyed male knows that she is always a beast in bed as they always meet on different occasions outside the office to sedate their needs.

He couldn't get why a pretty lady like her who is already engaged to a younger man would do this with him and not with her fiancé.

His loss, for choosing a cheater like her, the still-engorged male thought to himself with a smirk.

However, as he kept forcefully pounding Elena's pulsing and juiced-up vagina, Damien realized with slight alarm, that could not feel his wolf. He knows anytime this intimacy between him and Elena occurs, Thorn would always hide in a corner where he can't communicate or connect with him. He usually comes out after a week or so, which made Damien not too worried. It actually surprised him that his wold decided to mock him awhile back when he ejaculated all over himself...

Speaking of which, the randy Alpha could once again feel his toes beginning to curl and his groin tightening. He then quickly pulled out of her and poured out his sperm on her lower body, since he never wore condoms and never intends on getting Elena pregnant. That was the last thing he would do because he has not and never would he give up on finding his mate. This intimate relationship between him and Elena is just a fling and he knew that well. He would never settle for less and not with a cheating bitch like her.

"There, now we're even. You get your clothes cleaned of my cum before, your fiancé finds out," chuckled Damien as he stood from the sofa and zipped up.

"Aww... now I'm smelling like chlorine, lover! You could have jacked off inside me. I take pills, regularly, you know."

What, and take the risk of you blackmailing me with a kid somewhere in the future? No way, Jose am I risking that, you unfaithful whore!

Ignoring what Elena just said, Damien countered her suggestions with his own, "Go to my bathroom at the end of this office and you can wash up there. I also have a stash of expensive cologne that you can use inside the mirrored wall cabinet above the sink.

"Whaaat? And smell like a guy? No thanks, Earl will definitely be more suspicious if he smells that gross stuff on me. It's ok, I have a small spritzer of my perfume with me," the sexually content girl chattered as she made her way into Damien's black and steel-themed private bathroom. "Why have you never told me this was here before, Damien? I thought this was a closet or something for super-secret projects..."

Yep, definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed. I bet a fucking sex doll, pun intended, has a higher IQ then her, snickered the slightly bearded app creator. Am I glad you're not my mate.

Fully knowing that what he was doing with Elena was wrong, he still could not stop himself from having sex with his client's fiancé if she kept throwing herself at him

Hell, he was no saint, after all!

Sorry, Earl but you have to find out the truth about your cunt of a fiancé on your own. Your contract with GSD is too big for me to just let you go.

FREYA'S POV

Laying on her murphy bed, her phone buzzed a recorded message in her own voice...

It's six o' clock! It's six o' clock! It's six o' clock! It droned on and on...

Groaning, the bedraggled blond dragged herself off her unmade bed and went straight to her compact but highly automated bathroom. After undressing, the dainty girl took a shower in a small light frosted green glass cubicle located next to her action-activated pastel green john. Later she went straight to the sleek mint green sink and began brushing her teeth in front of the dark green-lined oval mirror on the wall. Upon placing her toothbrush on a small gadget on the sink, toothpaste was gradually on top of its firm charcoal bristles. As soon as Freya placed the tip of the toothbrush under the silver-colored tap, warm water began flowing out.

"I would have required a rechargeable electric toothbrush from Supplies but I can't find any charcoal-bristled electric toothbrushes in the catalogues that we get from Inventory! Grumbled the beta-tester manager as she began to brush her teeth.

She then headed to her bathroom's equally compact walk-in closet. The former PhD scholar usually wore casual or rugged outfits under her regular white lab coat. True, there really weren't any required uniforms that the company demanded her to wear. But since comfort was her priority every time she dressed up for the day, she has stuck with this get-up staple from day one...

However, a part of her suddenly wanted to be... risky.

Picking out one of her hardly used body hugging, knee-high contour black dress, she quickly put in while adding a pair of onyx and Swarovski crystal platinum earrings, a thin platinum chain necklace with a pendant that had similar stones and design as her earrings. And finally, the piece de resistance, a matching quarter of an inch-wide platinum bracelet studded with several of the same stones all over. She then slipped on black velvet stilettos to complete her look. then took her large leather black shoulder bag on her freight house's glass and steel coffee table, where she left it last night.

Stepping out of her modern condominium-like place, Freya locked her door by pressing her thumb on a smooth unnoticeable panel along her doorframe. Not that she really needed the extra security since her place is already in one of the upper levels of the Greek Securities building. Suddenly a tall, sinewy man in beige overalls, hairnet, baseball cap and black rubber boots went up to her with a mop in hand. She was familiar with this housekeeping staff but she just couldn't recollect his name. Is it Mutton, Mullen...

"Hello, she said with a small smile," trying to hide the fact that she can't remember his name.

With a charming grin, the brown-eyed young man somehow the reason why Freya was hesitant in greeting him, "The name is Mavis ma'am," he said not waiting for her question.

"Oh, I remember now. Pardon me ... Please call me Freya then," the dressed-up manager stated, her perky face beaming. "Ma'am makes me feel old."

Mavis laughed out loud at that statement. "You cannot be mistaken for an old lady Miss Freya. You are a beautiful lady, after all."

"Thanks, Mavis, she replied trying to hide her blushes due to his earlier comment about her."

"So where are you off to in your lovely outfit on this beautiful Saturday morning Freya? The housekeeping member asked her curiously. "I was quite troubled on how I'm supposed to clean your condo unit when you might sleep in today. Imagine my surprise when I saw you leaving your house.

Shocked, Freya stared at Mavis in surprise...

"Come again! It's Saturday? "

With an amused chuckle, Mavis confirmed Freya's question and his earlier statement by showing her his phone screen where the date and calendar are fully displayed.

"Holly molly! I never knew. Thanks, Mavis, you really are a lifesaver! Here's my key card for my freight house, so just take your time in cleaning it," Freda said at a rate of 1000 words per minute. "I'll be in my office if you need anything. It's just at the other end of this floor."

"Well, it will take some time since I'll be doing an intensive general cleaning of your quarters then will be calling supplies to replace all your linens, bedsheets, blankets and table sheets in your condo Miss," Mavis admitted sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck with one hand.

Freya just giggled before replying, "That's alright, I was planning to work on my special project this whole day anyway." As she ended her explanation, she speed-walked towards the small room jutting out of a corner at the end of the floor's marble-floored corner. Turning the brass knob of her half-frosted glass office door, she was soon inside skimming several Manila folders of papers and typing in info into her powerful beta-testing Ryzen 7 7800X3D computer and was now running her program on her computer unit.

Suddenly, she noticed her unit slowing down by a few milliseconds. She listed this in a hardbound journal that was always with her during tests like these. Despite the new issue that she found, Freya was extremely happy that she did not waste her precious time going to work on office stuff and not find time to work on her "baby".

It would be too exasperating to waste the little time she had on something so standard and regular as beta testing their games and apps to find which ones could now be shared online, she reasoned as checked her notes happily.

"Mavis is a Godsend," Freya sighed with a wide grin. "Maybe, I should order a pizza to share with him for lunch?"

I took my advanced mobile out and searched my phone list for the number of a popular Pizzeria a few blocks from the GS building. After a few rings a loud female voice with a heavy Italian accent answered.

"Yeah, Antonio's Pizza and Pasta. We deliver in 10 minutes or your order is free!"

"Yes, I'd like to order an extra-large Pepperoni and Cheese supreme, two servings of extra cheesy lasagne and two colas, no straws."

"Would you like dessert? We have newly baked Italian Cream Cheese Cake, it's a family recipe. Molto delizioso, cara mia."

Freya's knowledge went as far as Italian 101 in college, but the way the middle-aged store owner sounded made what she was saying so delectable and inviting!

"Ok, half a cake of that please but wrap the rest of that except two, please..."

"You won't be sorry miss. Hey, Martino, get your lazy off that couch and get these orders ready for Ignacio to deliver! Where the hell is that good-for-nothing oaf anyway?"

Freya decided to end the call as the people at the pizza place started shouting Italian at each other. She then quickly texted her address to the number she just called. The last thing she needed was a call-back from an Italian woman who sounded and acted like an angry black mama.

She then checked her computer program again to see if there was anything she could do about it slowing her CPU down. That was the main issue with all the popular anti-virus programs in the market these days. The more additional features it has or how powerful and effective it is, the bigger the chance of it slowing down your PC. And her ultimate goal is to counter any negative after-effects without sacrificing any of her pet project's added capabilities.

All too soon, eight minutes had flown by...

Better check on Mavis before he takes a lunch break without knowing about my thank you 'gift' for him, the blond PhD holder said to herself. Besides, he's really nice. Too bad, he's not my type...

Then what is your type, girl genius? A voice inside her asked.

Well, looks don't really matter to me, to be honest. I kind of like aggressive, confident and brainy bad boys, if there are still like those these days, that is. Who knows, I just might get lucky someday...

As she stepped out of her office, she saw Mavis about to enter the elevator which was opposite her freight house.