Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate
Chapter 621: No Solid Proof
Virginia reasoned that if Laurel joined her in exposing Freya’s misdeeds, Alan would trust them, even without concrete proof. But before she could feel relieved, Alan dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “That won’t be necessary. My mother is getting on in years—there’s no need to trouble her. All I want right now is to get back to the company as soon as possible. The Sanders empire is massive, and I can’t afford to let it collapse under my watch. On top of that, several werewolf packs in the state are facing management problems. There’s a mountain of work waiting for me!”
Frustrated, Virginia snapped, “Your years of illness have completely clouded your judgment!”
Watching her leave, Freya couldn’t suppress the satisfaction bubbling within her, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Mother, if you think you can challenge me, you’re still far too inexperienced.”
Just then, Alan’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Freya.”
“What is it?” Freya asked, barely concealing the smugness in her tone.
“Starting tomorrow, I’ll be fully in charge. You can take it easy. If you’re eager to help, go reach out to the elders and make the necessary arrangements for Hayley’s return to the Sanders. She’s endured plenty over the years, so everything must be done properly. The ceremony should be grand, with all traditions followed—she deserves nothing less.”
“You’re absolutely right. I want Hayley back as soon as possible, too,” Freya agreed without hesitation. However, she was still hesitant about relinquishing full control, so she said, “But the company has undergone major changes in recent years. I’d rather stay by your side and assist you as your Beta. The shareholders have grown more influential and overbearing, each acting as if they own the place. I’m worried you’ll have to deal with them alone and end up falling ill again.”
“Fine, I’ll go along with your suggestion,” Alan relented without further argument.
Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, Freya uttered a few half-hearted words of concern before turning to leave the room. As Alan watched her walk away, his expression slowly hardened, his eyes turning sharp and calculating.
The next day, right on schedule, Alan reclaimed his position at the company and moved back into the CEO’s office. Standing before his desk, Freya gestured toward a man and a woman beside her. “Dad, I’ve arranged for these assistants to support you. Whatever decisions you make, just give the word, and they’ll see them through.”
Alan cast a neutral glance at them before giving a slight nod. “Good. You’ve put some thought into this.”
On the surface, Freya maintained an innocent smile, but beneath it, she scoffed. Let him take back control—what does it matter? His return to the company changes nothing. Every inch of Sander Pharmaceuticals is already in my grasp. And the werewolves the Sanders oversees? They answer to me alone. Whether or not I hold the official title means nothing. My foolish father would soon come to understand just how impossible it was to take a single step without me.
As that thought crossed her mind, a knock came from the door behind her. “Mr. Sander, Alpha Benjamin from the Midnight Pack has arrived to see you,” the secretary announced.
“Let him in,” Alan responded with a nod before turning to Freya. “Take your people and step out. I need to get to know Hayley’s fiancé.”
“Alright.”
Without questioning him, Freya spun on her heel and exited. As she passed Benjamin at the doorway, their eyes met briefly—a silent exchange, heavy with meaning.
In the CEO’s office, the moment Freya stepped out, the smile vanished from Alan’s face. When Benjamin entered, he was met with the composed and authoritative presence of the Sanders’ leader.
Benjamin’s POV:
After learning that Hayley’s biological father is the head of the Sanders, I felt somewhat reassured. Even though she comes from the ruling bloodline of the Shadow Pack—one of our Midnight Pack’s longtime allies—her status as an Omega has always been a sticking point for my mother. However, the Sanders hold a position equal to ours. Alongside several other powerful families, they oversee dozens of packs and command great respect. With a background like that, once I declare Hayley as my Luna, no one in the Midnight Pack will dare to oppose it. After piecing everything together, I made the decision to seek out Alan.
“Mr. Sanders.” I took a seat across from him.
Alan studied me in silence for a couple of seconds before finally speaking in a measured tone. “I heard you’ve cut ties with the Southwell family, stepped down as head of the Southwell Group, and only kept your title as Alpha of the Midnight Pack. Is that true? And now you’ve established your own company? I also heard you’ve taken control of Yarbrough Pharmaceuticals.”
“Just a minor endeavor,” I replied casually.
“With your status, you could easily find a more suitable match than an Omega like Hayley. Why the urgency to marry her?” Alan questioned once more.
“I will only marry her,” I stated firmly.
Alan lowered his gaze, saying nothing as if weighing the sincerity of my words. After a long silence, he finally spoke again, his tone deliberate. “Yarbrough Enterprise’s wealth has indeed grown considerably in recent times. But you should understand that the Sanders has maintained its dominance for years because we still control multiple werewolf packs. That sets us apart from business-focused families like Yarbrough Enterprise. If you think you can take my daughter with just that, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.”
“Then what must I do to earn your approval?” His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unwavering.
I met his gaze without flinching and said evenly, “Name your terms. As long as they’re within my power, I won’t hesitate to accept them.”