Alpha's Rejected Omega Mate

Chapter 8

Alpha Benson's POV

As I entered my office on the fifth floor of the magnificent establishment, my secretary, Mrs. Justina Brooks, came in. She was a middle-aged woman who had worked for my father and now had to work for me. Irrespective of the fact that she was older than I was, she was very professional with her job, and I didn't want to dismiss her yet.

"Welcome, Alpha Benson. You have about five Alphas to meet with today," Justina told me, going over my work schedule and the Alphas I had meetings with.

"That's fine. Let them in. But who am I seeing first?" I asked her.

She looked at her folder and replied, "The Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack."

"Alright. Just let him in, and let's get straight to business," I told Mrs. Justina as she stood there in a black skirt and white shirt, featuring a black pair of shoes.

“Got it, Alpha,” she bowed and responded, before leaving my office.

As Justina left my vast office, which was painted white and had a long desk, my office chair, and two guest chairs across from me, I looked around and turned on my computer as I waited for it to boot.

I opened my briefcase and went through the files and new partnership project that I had drafted over the weekend.

I had the mindset to implement new rules to set my pack's standards high and make them different from those of the other packs.

A few minutes later, my office line rang, and Justina informed me.

"Should I let them in, Alpha?"

"Yes. Hurry up. I still have some other work to do," I told her, and the phone call ended.

I looked at Ace and his father as they entered my office.

Ever since Ace heard that his rejected mate, Mallory, was dead, he looked so downcast and lost, like he was not here for business.

A part of me was worried about him, but why should I care?

I quickly kicked off that feeling and gestured to the father and son to have their seats in my office.

"So, Alpha Benson, we are here for the new plantation business and other business within your pack," Beta Andrew said, and I nodded.

"I am aware. But my cost of business has gone high, which is why I would like you to take a look at the new contract terms and conditions," I said, handing over a file containing the new conditions that I had drafted to Beta Andrew.

Beta Andrew accepted it and looked through it as his face darkened.

"Why will you change the contract dealings, Alpha Benson? This looks so selfish, and you know it," Beta Andrew glared at me as he threw the file on my desk.

Ace picked it up and read it, taking a look at the newly written agreement and contract terms. His honey-brown eyes narrowed at me too.

"This is theft!" Ace barked, and I smirked.

"My farmers are working hard to meet up with my pack's supplies, and you don't expect us to distribute all our food to the other packs to help them while my pack members die of hunger. It's simple logistics. If you don't like my pack's contract, then you can cut off the partnership deal with us. We still have other packs that will agree to it, as we produce some of the best and richest food crops ever, and even the humans want to partner with my agricultural company."

I smirked, seeing the angry glares from Beta Andrew and his son.

"This is wrong, Alpha Benson. You just took over from your father, and you think that you can mess with our pack's partnership with yours? You are calling for war!" Beta Andrew snapped at me, and I laughed.

"Bring it on. It's either your pack accepts a 70-30% share of my company supporting yours, or you can get the fertilizers and start up more farming companies in your pack," I told him.

Beta Andrew looked at me angrily, snatched the file, and left my office.

"We will be back, Alpha Benson. Get ready for war!" Beta Andrew called out as he left with his son.

Ace looked at me thoughtfully and left too.

I smirked and continued with my work on my laptop.

Mainly, my pack has been the one shouldering many packs and supplying them with food. They cannot claim to be a strong pack when they rely on us for food and other supplies. Either they cooperate with my new terms, or they can move on with their animalistic ways. I don't care.

But my pack needs a lot of rebuilding, which requires more funds and investment.

Mrs. Justina contacted me again to see the next Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. He was a ruthless leader, and he came into my office with his Beta.

I showed him the file, and he looked at it.

"Benson, why this increase? Don't you think that a 60-40 share is enough?" Alpha Ryan asked, and I shook my head.

"No. That's the new decision, and it's for the benefit of all, not only my pack. It's not a must to accept. You can choose to partner elsewhere," I told Alpha Ryan.

Unlike Beta Andrew and his son, Alpha Ryan of the Dark Moon Pack nodded and replied calmly, "That's fine. I will need some time to go through it and see if it will benefit my pack members. Then my Beta will get back to you," he said, rising from the guest chair to leave my office.

"That's fine, Alpha Ryan," I replied to him.

Though he was ten years older than me, he looked at me, his deep-blue eyes watching me, before he left with his assistant.

The same procedure went with the remaining Alphas, and one by one, they left until I was left alone in my office.

Two Alphas agreed because they wanted my company to supply them with agricultural produce this week: bags of rice, beans, maize, and the rest.

We signed the agreement, and I told them that my agricultural teams would get to it.

After a hectic day in the office, I was supposed to take a stroll to visit my pack's farmlands and also the schools, as I had an event to attend. They were all scheduled for this week. I also considered hiring a new secretary to keep me updated on most of my tasks.

As I stood up to leave my office, Dennis arrived and said, "Alpha Benson, I am through with visiting the pack market and also sending out the former Tax Collector, identified as a wanted man."

"Good. I am going home for today. Other duties continue tomorrow. You have done a great job," I told Dennis, and he smiled and bowed at me.

"Thank you, Alpha," he replied.

"You're welcome," I replied and picked up my briefcase to leave my office.

But Dennis asked me, "Alpha, how about the new foreigners? Are you going to see them today?"

I took a look at my golden wristwatch strapped on my left wrist and saw that it was after 5 p.m.

"No. Until tomorrow," I replied.

However, my wolf, Odin, got annoyed as he resurfaced and wanted me to shift into him.

"Fụck off, Odin!" I growled at my wolf.

Dennis submitted to me, sensing that I had secreted more pheromones and my Alpha aura.

I quickly snapped out of it and told Dennis, "It's okay. You can leave."

"Got it, Alpha." Dennis bowed and left my office, even though he looked hesitant and wanted to ask me questions.

He dared not disobey me.

I grabbed my briefcase and left my office on the top floor, saying goodbye to Mrs. Justina.

I left the company, got into my sleek black car, and drove back home.