The Alpha’s Mate

After what seemed like hours, Oliver finally concluded his conversation and returned to the suite, where his friends were still gathered, waiting for him.

“Well?” Reece asked as Oliver took his seat once more, his face inscrutable. “Who was it on the phone?”

Oliver let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. “It was Alpha Brandon,” he said, his voice heavy with fatigue. “He wants to meet with me tomorrow.”

His friends looked at each other, their expressions filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. “Is it because we entered his territory without permission?” Nick questioned, his voice tense with worry.

Reece shook his head, assuring him that he had already informed the alpha of their arrival while driving to catch the helicopter. “Then what does he want to discuss with us?” Nick persisted, his wariness palpable.

Oliver shrugged, his attention already wandering. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “And honestly, I’m too tired to think about it right now. I need some sleep.”

And with that, he finished his drink and bid his friends goodnight. He tossed the empty bottle into the trash and made his way into his room. His friends, too, bid him farewell and dispersed to their respective rooms, leaving Oliver to his thoughts.

As he approached the comfort of his bed, a familiar jingle interrupted the silence. Oliver retrieved his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, revealing his father’s name, Jason.

“Yes, Dad,” Oliver greeted his father as he picked up the call, his voice reflecting his weariness.

“Did you receive the call from Alpha Brandon?” Jason inquired, his tone laced with curiosity. Oliver confirmed, “Yes, he said he wanted to meet me, but I don’t know why.”

Jason’s voice held a note of reassurance as he spoke, “Yesterday, I received a call from him as well. He mentioned an important project he wanted to discuss and asked for an appointment to meet both of us. I informed him that you were already in LA and suggested you meet him tomorrow. Can you handle the meeting?”

Oliver settled into his bed, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. “Yes, Father. I have already booked an appointment with him for tomorrow,” he responded.

Upon hearing Oliver’s affirmative reply, Jason audibly sighed, his worry dissipating. “Good. I was concerned you might decline due to your focus on finding your mate,” he admitted a hint of amusement in his voice.

The conversation naturally shifted to Elena, and Oliver could sense his father’s genuine interest.

“Yes,” Oliver answered, a yawn escaping him. “I have located her.”

Recognizing his son’s fatigue, Jason chuckled softly over the phone. “It seems you need some rest. Get some sleep, and we’ll talk later,” he suggested.

“Good night, Dad,” Oliver bid his father farewell, the weariness apparent in his voice.

“Good night, Oliver,” Jason replied with a gentle laugh before ending the call.

Settling deeper into his bed, Oliver allowed himself to succumb to exhaustion. The events of the day swirled in his mind, intermingling with the swirling emotions that surrounded his reunion with Elena.

The following day, Oliver rose feeling notably more rested and refreshed, a rarity since Elena’s departure had left him unable to sleep or find respite. This lack of rest had taken a toll on his concentration. Yet, upon reconnecting with Elena, a sense of ease settled upon him, granting him a measure of much-needed rest, despite his lingering worries about their relationship

After freshening up, he decided to treat himself to brunch at a nearby cafe before heading to Alpha Brandon’s office to discuss their project. The meetings with Alpha Brandon always lasted for hours, and today was no exception. They delved into the details of the project, but little did Oliver know that Alpha Brandon had grand plans in mind.

As they delved deeper into the discussion, Alpha Brandon revealed that he not only wanted his entire company building reconstructed but also the entire territory belonging to his pack. He explained that due to the increasing population and territory, it had become necessary to make significant changes. And he wanted Oliver to personally oversee the entire project, as he trusted him and his company implicitly.

“Are you sure you want to entrust the entire project, including the reconstruction of your entire territory, to me? Wouldn’t it be safer to hand it to a company run by a human instead of a werewolf?” Oliver’s voice quivered with surprise and a touch of overwhelm at the immense responsibility Alpha Brandon was placing on him.

Entrusting such a project felt akin to giving weapons to an adversary-holding the blueprints of Alpha Brandon’s territory could potentially be exploited if he sought to conquer it. Though Oliver knew he would never do such a thing, the risk still lingered. But what if the blueprints fall in the wrong person’s hands?

“You understand the gravity of this, don’t you?” Oliver pressed, seeking assurance.

“Yes, I’m aware,” Alpha Brandon replied, a reassuring smile gracing his face.

“Alpha Brandon, your trust means a lot,” Oliver acknowledged, his tone serious. “The history between our families and the bond our fathers shared strengthen that trust. I’ll never betray it. I’ll oversee this project personally. Your faith in my expertise and dedication means everything.”

Oliver absorbed the weight of the responsibility, nodding in unwavering commitment. “I won’t let you down. My company will ensure the project’s success.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Alpha Brandon said with a huge grin on his face.

The conversation continued, filled with meticulous planning, strategic discussions, and the establishment of timelines. Throughout, the unwavering respect and trust between Alpha Brandon and Oliver remained palpable, unaffected by the geographical distance separating their territories.

As the meeting drew to a close, Alpha Brandon offered a firm handshake, solidifying their agreement. “Thank you, Oliver. I trust you.”

Reciprocating the gesture with equal solemnity, Oliver affirmed, “I won’t disappoint you, Alpha Brandon.”

After bidding farewell to Alpha Brandon, Oliver stepped out of the office, his mind swiftly organizing a mental checklist. He deliberated on the safe placement of the blueprints, ensuring their security. He resolved to hire only human labour for the project, making a mental note of the suppliers whose contracts needed signing for necessary supplies. Calling his father to share the good news topped his to-do list. Additionally, he mentally catalogued the various tasks required for the reconstructions and compiled a list of trusted individuals for these specific jobs. As he settled into the car and drove back to the hotel, each mental note was a step toward executing Alpha Brandon’s trust in himOriginal from NôvelDrama.Org.