Libertà city, the jewel of the country was set apart from other cities. It had the freshest air to breath in, most distinct sceneries. Transculet skies and exuded insanely high level of advancement in technology. There was simply nothing average about this alluring city.
Dismally traffic wasn't summed out of this deduction.
The deafening sounds of car honks, and the suffocating feeling surrounding a MEGA traffic jam were starting to take it's toll on the populace. One in singularity.
"We've been in this spot for almost twenty minutes at the very least, and that cockblock won't stop blaring his horn!." The fatigued voice belonging to Karla Andersen yelled.
Tuesdays.
They were not her favorite day, never have been, never will be. Frankly, Karla hated every day since she had started working at Grey Silverware. It had been the worse twenty seven days of her life!
But the pay, now that was something to write home about. She got a month's advance, and it was just too tempting for her to quit. She knew she would be able to bare the job, for just a little while longer.
But if the obnoxious car owner behind her didn't quit the noise pollution he was creating, then she'd throw a fit, right there in public, on the road.
"It's not usually this busy, it's just so happens that one of the big fishes is flying in today. And the mayor insisted on having a little welcome party for him." The cab driver apprized, in an offhanded tone.
"The whole city's got their panties twisted over some billionaire whore. Don't mind my language, am no good with filters." Karla erratically announced, giving off an I DON'T GIVE A FUCK kind of vibe.
"It's all good, no one likes the preferential treatment these entitled Playboys are given." The driver crooned, he was a lively soul, maybe in his forties or late thirties.
"But it's common knowledge that Mr Grey isn't one to be fucked with. Or have his name thrown around so lightly. His silverware company ain't no joke, rumour is, that he could comfortably purchase half of libertà city. And that is saying something." He stated, his eyes staring at the rear view mirror to catch Karla's expression.
"Half of the city huh?." She asked aloud, unconsciously voicing out her thoughts.
{With that kind of cash just lying around, he must have women all lined up, willing to date him. The woman he's with must be the most lucky person on the planet.}
But for a split second, she couldn't help but feel a warmth run down her spine at the thought of Mr Grey. She had never once seen him, the man lived as a ghost, but it was evident that his money did the living for the both of them.
"Seems like the traffic is calming down, where exactly are you headed this morning?." The man asked, with a livid expression.
"Liberty correction facility." Karla let out, with no sense of remorse or shame whatsoever.
With the boss landing in today, everyone at work had a day off, so she intended to pay a surprise visit to her family.
At that unbearable facility.
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*Ring*
A procelain figure stole a glance at the device that sat beside him in the Mercedes-Benz S-Class. His driver sat solemnly in front, humming a dull song to match the mood.
It was most definitely not a pleasant mood for Mr Grey, hence, no one else was permitted to have a laugh.
At least no one within close proximity of him, the last thing at the back of his head was receiving a welcome party.
That was why he bought this new car two weeks ago and had a new driver arranged to chauffeur him for the day. He simply didn't want a fucking soul to know exactly when he returned.
"What a pleasant surprise, you know how to work a damn phone!." The energetic voice from the receiving end of the call sarcastically yelled.
"I was on a plane." Was all the domineering man had to say to defend himself against his attacker.
"Yes you were, yes indeed. You were on that plane an hour ago! My feet are tired of waiting for you at this damned airport!. Where are you headed let's meet up."
"I'll text you the address of the villa. Just, don't cause me any reason to regret it." He forewarned, his sixth sense already foreshadowing how today would play out.
"When have I ever given you a reason to regret having me over?."
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"It's been almost a year, and the thought of meeting her again still haunts me." The city's renouned male slut reminisced, a glass of wine perfectly balanced between his fingers.
"Ty..." His friend said under his breath, his eyes on the pine table in front of him, holding the half full bottle of Masseto.
"Can I have the rest of this wine, it's hard to come by this brand."
"Dritan, what on Earth am I supposed to do with you?. You're as flawed as your spells." Tysion "delicately" acknowledged, tossing the wine gracefully around the glass.
"Am a druid, not a wizard." Druid retorted, filling his glass with the wine, his throat bobbing at just the scent surrounding the wine.
"Same thing." Tysion asserted, ruffling his friend's feathers.
"You pissed off the Mayor that's for one. The bastard had strippers ready and caused a historic traffic jam today. All in your honor..." His narration was abruptly cut off.
"To hell with the mayor! I couldn't give two fucks if the upcoming elections were shoved up his ass." Tysion Grey coldly put it. He hated to spare seconds talking about insignificant people.
"How was her departure?." Dritan asked, emptying whatever was left of the bottle of wine down his throat mercilessly.
"Just like she wanted, her ashes were spread in the same place her lover's was. Her and her mate will live long in the afterlife." Tysion said, giving way for sentiments. Just this once.
"Speaking of mates, you have your hands full now, you're back in the same city with your mate. Any plans on finding her?." Dritan interrogated, probably at his limit.
He was a hopeless lightweight.
"You were awfully miserable without her." His lightweight friend added, cooking up ways in his head, to reproduce the empty wine with a spell.
Judging by the perplexed look on Tysion's face, one could safely assume that the wolf had zero to no intentions on finding his mate.
But the issue was his inner wolf, the damned ancient fucker was so adamant on finding her at all costs. Even the bond didn't seem to stop wanting her, for months, her angelic face haunted him.
[That damned ancient fucker can hear your unfiltered thoughts.] The voice of his inner alpha cooed, sharply reminding Tysion of it's presence.
"If I can help it, I'll avoid her at all costs." Tysion let out, finally taking a sip from the wine. His left hand resting casually in his pocket, seeking shelter from the freezing room temperature.
"Why? According to my grandfather, the mate bond is a pretty serious matter. He emphasised on how dangerous it was to try and kill it. It's dangerous for him." Dritan explained. Referring to Tysion's inner wolf.
"She's a human, not a wolf, the pack wouldn't allow it. Am the alpha, and am still working on proving it." Tysion let out.
{Over the past six months, before I lost the last family I had, my grandmother. She told me about my parents who died during a war between wolves and demons. And now, there's a whole pack of wolves in another city, hidden, without their true alpha to take over.}
Tysion thought to himself, his inner wolf turned sour whenever it remembered the pack that was yearning for it's return.
"You've only know these wolves for a sum total of five months, don't place them so high on a pedestal."
"Am not, it's a wolf bond, my wolf accepts them as his own. And they are from my parent's pack, so I know I have their loyalty. Everything seems to fall into place..." Tysion recollected.
"All except for that human mate of yours." Dritan chimed in, stating the obvious obstacle.
"It's a big city, plus, her line of work has been on hiatus for months. There's a lesser chance of the both of us ever meeting. The Luna better reconsider and match me up with someone else or else I will." Tysion let out, ending his statement with some light humour.
{I can't hope to run into that fiery Phoenix, it would mean the literal death of me.}
Were Tysion's thoughts, for he was well aware of just how powerful the mate bond truly was, and just how restless it made him feel on the inside.
If the Luna had any compassion on him, then she would prevent them both from ever meeting one another.
Tysion hoped.