Alpha's Rejected Omega Mate

Chapter 8

[Alpha Benson]

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 worked for me. Though she was older than I was, she remained highly professional, and I saw no reason to dismiss her yet.

"Welcome, Alpha. You have five Alphas to meet with today," Justina said, updating me on my work schedule and the Alphas I would meet.

"That's fine. Let them in, but who am I seeing first?" I asked. She glanced at her folder and replied, "The Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack."

"Alright. Send him in, and let's get straight to business," I told Mrs. Justina, who wore a black skirt, a white shirt, and a pair of black shoes.

She bowed and left my office, replying, "Okay, Alpha."

As Justina left my vast office—painted white, with a long desk, my office chair, and two guest chairs across from me—I looked around and turned on my computer, waiting for it to boot.

I opened my briefcase and reviewed the files and the new partnership project I had drafted over the weekend. I intended to implement new rules that would raise my pack's standards above the others.

A few minutes later, my office line rang, and Justina informed me, "Alpha, should I let them in?"

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

I watched Ace and his father enter my office. Ever since Ace learned that his rejected mate, Mallory, was dead, he had looked downcast and lost, as if business did not matter. A part of me worried about him, but why should I care? I quickly dismissed that feeling and gestured for the father and son to take their seats.

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

"I am aware. But my cost of business has risen. I would like you to review the new contract terms and conditions," I said, handing Beta Andrew a file containing the new conditions I had drafted.

Beta Andrew accepted it and scanned it, his face darkening. "Why would you change the contract terms, Alpha Benson? This looks selfish, and you know it." He glared at me and threw the file onto my desk.

Ace picked it up, read the newly written agreement and contract terms, and his brown eyes narrowed at me. "This is theft!" Ace barked, and I smirked.

"My farmers work hard to meet my pack's supplies. You don't expect us to distribute all our food to other packs while my pack members starve. It's simple logistics. If you dislike my pack's contract, cut off the partnership with us. We still have other packs that will agree to it. We produce some of the best and richest food crops—even the humans want to partner with my agricultural company." I smirked, watching the angry glares from Beta Andrew and his son.

"This is wrong, Alpha Benson. You just took over from your father, and you think you can ruin our packs' partnership? You're calling for war!" Beta Andrew snapped at me, and I laughed.

"Bring it on. Either your pack accepts a 70-30% share of my company supporting yours, or you can source fertilizers and start your own farming companies in your pack," I told him. He glared at me angrily, snatched the file, and stormed out of my office.

"We will be back, Alpha Benson. Get ready for war!" Beta Andrew left with his son. Ace looked at me thoughtfully before following his father.

I smirked and returned to my laptop. My pack had long shouldered many packs, supplying them with food. They could not claim to be strong while relying on us for sustenance. Either they cooperated with my new terms, or they could continue their animalistic ways. I did not care. But my pack needed significant rebuilding, which required more funds and investment.

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

I showed him the file, and he examined it. "Benson, why this increase? Don't you think a 60-40 share is enough?" Alpha Ryan asked, and I shook my head.

"No. That's the new decision, and it benefits everyone—not just my pack. You are not obligated to accept. You can 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 need time to review this and see if it benefits my pack members. My Beta will get back to you." He rose from the guest chair and left my office.

"That's fine, Alpha Ryan," I replied. Though he was ten years older than me, his deep blue eyes watched me before he left with his assistant.

The same procedure repeated with the remaining Alphas. One by one, they left until I sat alone in my office.

Two Alphas agreed, wanting my company to supply them with agricultural produce that week—bags of rice, beans, maize, and more. We signed the agreements, and I assured them my agricultural teams would handle it.

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

As I stood to leave my office, Dennis arrived and said, "Alpha, I have finished visiting the pack market and sent out word identifying the former tax collector as a wanted man."

"Good. I am going home for today. Other duties continue tomorrow. You have done great work," I told Dennis. He smiled and bowed.

"Thank you, Alpha," he replied.

"You're welcome," I said, picking up my briefcase to leave. But Dennis asked, "Alpha, what about the new foreigners? Are you going to see them today?"

I glanced at my left wristwatch and saw it was past 5 p.m.

"No. Tomorrow," I replied. However, my wolf, Odin, grew annoyed. He resurfaced and wanted me to shift.

"Fụck off, Odin!" I growled at my wolf, and Dennis submitted to me, sensing the surge of my pheromones and alpha aura.

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

"Alright, Alpha." Dennis bowed and left my office, hesitant and wanting to ask questions, but he dared not disobey me.

I grabbed my briefcase, left my office on the top floor, and said goodbye to Mrs. Justina. I exited the company, got into my car, and drove home.