MY NIGHT AND CHARMING SHAPE SHIFTER
PROLOGUE
FUTURE TIME, 15 MAY, 2164.
Alpha Damon Woods, the alpha king of the entire werewolves packs and the direct alpha to the cosmic moon pack is behind his desk in his big office.
The place was filled with shelves filled with books but in the middle was his desk with a computer and documents on top.
He was fully engrossed with his work as he typed away on his computer but that did not stop him from noticing when his study door opened and someone walked in then it closed behind him.
A beautiful woman, slim and tall in a red dress hugging her hips perfectly stepped in. Her dirty blonde hair swayed loosely behind her as she walked to Alpha Damon.
"Hey mother," Alpha Damon said, he had smelled her scent, she had the scent of lavender plus her provocative perfume.
She came to a halt and studied her son for a while. Damon did not raise his head to give his mother a look, even just a quick glance and continued typing.
After his mother's observation, she burst out crying and collapsed to the ground.
Alpha Damon was shocked and immediately stopped what he was doing and rushed to his mother who was sobbing and panting.
"Mother, hey what's wrong with you." He said as he helped her up. She cried into his arms and her perfume infiltrated his nostril even more. "Mom, it's okay!"
"Damon, just look at you." She sniffed then wiped her tears which was ruining her makeup filled face. "You work all day! Work work work work!"
Alpha Damon groaned, "And what's wrong with that?"
"You don't have a life! Your father is dead, yes, but I still have a life. You only work all day with nothing else in your mind. No family to think about and you're not happy! This is not the life I expect you to have!" She explained.
"Oh mother, do you see me complaining about it?" He was getting tired of his mother constantly pestering him about his mate-less-ness, somehow he was expecting she would say this.
She has now taken it to the next level by disturbing him at his work and crying about it.
"Who cares if you are complaining! The fact is that you don't have a mate! You've waited for decades now but you haven't seen her, you should just accept your fate now and marry one of the mateless she wolves in our pack or any other pack but just get married!" She begged him.
Alpha Damon patted his mother on her back, "Mrs woods, this is my life and I know how I went to live it." He then pulled away and made her stand on her own. "Continuing with this disturbance will lead me to moving out of the pack house and staying on my own."
He walked back to his desk and continued with what he was doing.
"I walked into my son's study and what I saw was a lonely man, just try or at least meet some girls." Mrs Margret Woods hasn't given up and continued to pester her son.
"Ok I agree to meet them, will that get you to leave my office? I'm really busy now, I'm thinking of the best proposal to give to the government so werewolves won't have to live in secret in the near future."
"This will really help the pack and help us to be even more financially strong and will help with our increasing number of offspring." Damon explained.
Mrs. Margret Woods huffed, "You see, you're talking about boring stuff again. Every Time we talk you always add some of your boring stuff that's really thoughtful but sad that's all you can think about."
Alpha Damon rolled his eyes and rested his back to the chair. It seems his mother doesn't want to leave anytime soon.
"Just look at your Beta, Samuel, his son is a grandfather!" She exclaimed.
He growled at his chair, he wished he could kick her out.
"Because you don't have any successor, your Beta's kid will be the next Alpha after you!" She continued.
Like a saving grace, his computer received a message and he clicked it.
Alpha, we have found her. Be at this venue at seven, the message read, below was the address of the venue and Alpha Damon couldn't help but smile at the message he received.
"There will be no need for any of that mother," he announced, "Marcus has found her."
Mrs. Margret Woods looked at him questioningly, "Who?"
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