Breeder To The Cruel Alpha

Chapter8

Xavier POV

Mr. Anderson was the Alpha of a powerful pack in the east. His pack was growing really fast so when he came to me to strike a deal, I didn't hesitate and quickly gave him a contract.

Like I said earlier, I only worked with rich, influential werewolves who wouldn't give me a hard time. Plus, Mr. Anderson ticked all the boxes. Before I continue, I didn't start this company for money; my pack was already amongst the richest packs in the kingdom. It just happened that my company started to bring in a lot of money, making us the number one pack in a short period of time.

Back to Mr. Anderson, he found his mate a long time ago. He was still young. Eighteen to be precise, but she died ten years later. He almost lost his mind but he got over it later, not his mate, we all knew he still loved her, but the situation.

Anyways, fast forward to later he came to me about wanting to strike a deal, betting with me that his chosen mate would not cheat on him. However, he wanted to play smart. Instead of the usual cash prize, he wanted the entire company–my company, and some cash as well. The cash, I've given it to him, but the company, well, he was never getting that.

“Mr. Anderson, it's such a pleasure to see you,” I said in a sarcastic tone, my voice dry as hell.

A frown formed on his face as he turned to face me. “Don't even give me that bullshit young man.” He scoffed, eyes wide with rage.

Mr. Anderson was a little over sixty now, meaning he was always cranky. “What is the meaning of the message you sent to me Mr Xavier?” He asked, his tone deadly.

I sat across from him, hands under my chin as I leaned forward. “I believe you can still see well and hear properly right? So don't ask me such irrelevant questions and let's just go straight to the point.”

“Straight to the point?!” He slammed his hands on the table and I smirked.

“Please don't create a scene. Let's talk like adults. Or are you still a kid? Is your brain shrinking with old age?”

“How dare you talk to me in that manner?!” He barked, eyes red with rage. He tried to stand up, but he started to cough really badly, so he sat his ass back down. “Let's talk like adults?! You're trying to take away my pack!” His voice was strained, filled with displeasure. “How dare you try to play me?”

“No, you tried to play yourself, Anderson. You thought you could play games and take the company I built with my sweat, blood, and pain, but unfortunately for you, you weren't smart enough.”

“You think I wouldn't find out? That you paid someone to act like your chosen mate? You wanted my company so badly you didn't even read the part of the contract which stated that no sketchy setup is allowed and now, for playing unfairly, you owe me your pack.” I continued.

Mr. Anderson started to sweat, a sign of his panic. “H-how did you know? I tried to keep things low. It was supposed to be within my pack, how did it get to your ears?”

I scoffed, a devilish smirk crossing my face as I leaned into the chair. “I have my ways, Mr Anderson. I also know you used a cruel method to keep the girl put. You had to threaten her family which is well…unacceptable to me. It means there was no emotional connection between you two, and you know I'm big on emotions. The stronger the feelings, the harder you cry when you're broken. You breached the contract, Mr Anderson. Sorry, but you'll have to pay for the consequences.

“P-please, is there no way we can settle this?” He started to plead, falling to his knees as he tossed his walking stick aside. “I-i can give your money back, even double it, no triple it. Just don't take my pack.”

I couldn't help but manage a cold laugh, remembering how I had given him money just to make him feel like he'd actually played me. “Mr Anderson, you should know me by now. Did you really think you could walk in here, plead for your pack rights and I would just give it to you?”

He continued to beg, and damn it irritated me. “Get out Anderson, go back to your pack and tell your people the news. I might be kind enough to just let you rule over them, but everything belongs to me.”

Slowly, he started to rise, his body trembling uncontrollably. I thought he'd given up begging and had listened to me but the fool did something stupid instead. He brought out a f*****g gun and pointed it at me.

I laughed. So hard, my stomach started to hurt. “Y-you want to kill me in my own territory?” I asked, still laughing, unable to believe the man's foolishness.

Fuck, this particular foolishness was one of the reasons I didn't want to work with poor people. They were too emotional, sentimental, and couldn't accept defeat, but the rich knew when to back down and admit defeat. Who would have thought a man like Anderson would turn out to be foolish?

“Drop the gun,” I said, all smiles and laughter disappearing immediately as the expression on my face turned dark.

“S-sign my pack rights back to me and I won't shoot.”

“Drop the damn gun!” I barked, but he didn't listen. He was still trembling.

I couldn't stand the man's stupidity so I went for the gun. He shot, but he missed, hitting the wall behind me as I managed to snatch the gun from him and pointed it at his head.

Just then, my assistant and other warriors stepped into the office. “Is there a problem boss?”

“Teach Anderson a lesson,” I commanded. I watched as the men forcibly dragged Mr Anderson away, while he pleaded for mercy.

They weren't going to kill him, though. I was a fan of slow death, so he was going to watch me rule over his pack while he rotted until he died.

I removed invisible dust from my shoulders then went back to work. I finished later than intended, but I still managed to close off around eight in the evening.

I didn't even wait, didn't do anything else, or even bother to relax, as I asked. “Tell me why Saraphina tried to kill herself.”