Bonded to My Ex's Alpha Brother (by CalebWhite) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Erin’s POV

I stood ramrod straight, greeting the imposing men in the private room as professionally as possible. Though my new heels were already beginning to make my ankles ache, I maintained my composure, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I nodded respectfully.

My heart beat rapidly in my chest–1 was determined to prove I belonged here, in this world of powerful Alphas and high- stakes business. Derek’s presence beside me made me both anxious and strangely confident.

One of the visiting Alphas–tall, broad–shouldered, with an undeniable aura of power–extended his hand to me, his deep voice commanding attention.

“Hello, Miss Secretary. I’ve heard Derek had an Omega secretary, and now I finally see you.”

I took his hand, maintaining a professional smile despite feeling his wolf energy pressing against mine–a subtle display of dominance common among Alphas. My palm was slightly damp with nervousness as I replied, “Hello, I’m Erin Blackwood.”

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Derek observing our interaction. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, his fingers lightly tapping against the table. My skin tingled under his attention.

I wasn’t sure if he was annoyed by the Alpha’s interest in me or simply eager to begin the meeting, but my wolf responded uneasily to his tension.

The Alpha’s gaze shifted to Derek, curiosity evident. “Stone Group’s recent expansion plans have been quite successful. I hear you’re still single? The future of the Darkwood Pack needs stable leadership. Don’t you think it’s time-*

Derek’s eyes flashed dangerously, gold momentarily replacing the usual gray. “I don’t need to explain my personal affairs to anyone,” he interrupted, his tone carrying a clear warning. “I suggest you focus on your own life rather than being overly concerned with others.”

The tension in the room immediately escalated. The visiting Alpha’s Beta nervously glanced at his leader, subtly shaking his head to prevent further confrontation.

Tom, sensing the dangerous shift in atmosphere, quickly intervened. “Let’s begin today’s meeting, gent‘ men.”

As the meeting progressed, I stood beside Derek, diligently taking notes and providing documents when needed. I shifted my weight slightly from one foot to the other, trying to alleviate the discomfort of the heels.

Each time I leaned forward to place documents in front of Derek, I caught his familiar scent, making my pulse quicken slightly. I maintained my professionalism, keeping my expression neutral with appropriate smiles at the right moments, though I was acutely aware of his, presence beside me.

The meeting primarily focused on the other packs‘ proposal–they were seeking Stone Group’s support in resource development in exchange for mining rights within their territories.

I stole several glances at Derek’s profile, noting the slight downward turn of his mouth. His fingers occasionally tapped the table when certain points were mentioned. From these small gestures, I could tell he wasn’t pleased with the proposal. My wolf seemed to sense his dissatisfaction, causing me to instinctively straighten my posture when he grew tense.

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Chapter 103

During the hour–long discussion, I observed the complex dynamics between the Alphas. Though the words exchanged were polite, undercurrents of competition and wariness were always present.

It reminded me that despite growing up in the Darkwood Pack, my understanding of wolf politics was still so limited. As an Omega, I had always been sheltered from these high–level negotiations.

When the visiting Alpha tried to appeal to Derek’s ego, suggesting that the partnership would “solidify his position as the most influential Alpha in the region,” Derek’s expression remained unmoved. Unlike leaders who might be swayed by flattery, Derek focused solely on the practical benefits to his pack and company.

After the meeting concluded, the other Alphas and their entourage prepared to leave, disappointment clearly written on their faces. The Alpha adjusted his tie, his jaw tight with the failure of the negotiations.

“Perhaps we could have dinner next time to discuss the details further?” Tom politely suggested, but his offer was declined by the departing group.