Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Two mornings later, I stepped into the luxurious circular meeting room of Alpha Manor, dressed sharply in a tailored dark gray suit, with Hebert walking right beside me.

The moment we entered, a suffocating wave of testosterone–filled pheromones and simmering aggression slammed into me. I instinctively frowned, my body stiffening ever so slightly. As I scanned the room, my gaze swept past familiar faces, but there was no sign of Brian.

Good. One less headache to deal with.

Rumor had it that the Blackwood Pack was neck–deep in a financial crisis, and Brian–selfish bastard that he was–was too busy plugging the holes in his sinking ship to show up for this charity meeting

Halfway through the meeting, I took a deep breath and pushed myself to my feet. Without hesitation, I projected the detailed plan I’d burned the midnight oil to prepare onto the large screen- my proposal for upgrading industries in impoverished packs and establishing new flight routes.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began firmly, even though my heart was pounding, “based on my calculations, simple financial aid won’t cut it. We need to build a supernatural–focused airport system to–”

Before I could even finish, the room erupted in loud, mocking laughter, sharp and grating against my ears.

“For heaven’s sake, Hebert! You’re actually treating this woman’s ridiculous fantasy as a serious proposal?” a heavyset Alpha from the Western Wastelands sneered, stubbing out his cigar in a crystal ashtray. His voice dripped with disdain. “She’s just a she–wolf! And a she–wolf’s place is in the manor, breeding pups and picking out curtain colors–not standing here trying to lecture a room full of leaders!”

“Exactly! What could an OMEGA without a wolf spirit possibly know about large–scale economics?” another Alpha chimed in, laughing mockingly.

Fury burned like a wildfire in my chest. Planting both hands firmly on the table, I met their mocking gazes head–on, refusing to back down. “With all due respect, esteemed Alphas, your so–called traditional leadership methods have led to three packs in the South being on the verge of collapse over the past five years! If your brains have anything more than muscles and outdated male pride in them, you’d take a proper look at these figures! The truth is in the numbers!”

My retort made the faces of the offending Alphas instantly flush red with anger. They slammed their fists on the table, trying to intimidate me with their overwhelming authority and force me to yield.

Just as the tension reached its peak, Hebert rose to his feet.

He didn’t shout or unleash any savage pheromones. Instead, he swept the room with a cold, piercing gaze, his deep eyes holding a commanding weight that seemed to chill the room. The sheer presence of a top Alpha, an undeniable, unshakable force, pressed down like an immovable glacier. Silence blanketed the room in an instant, freezing everyone in place.

Hebert moved to my side, his strong arm casually resting on the back of my chair, exuding an unmistakable sense of protection. “Ashley’s proposal is visionary, impeccably logical, and flawless,” Hebert’s deep voice resonated under the domed ceiling, each word firm and unyielding. “I fully support her plan, and Bloodmoon Pack will back her completely. I believe she is absolutely capable of taking charge of this massive joint project.”

The room fell into stunned silence, eyes widening in shock as the sound of sharp intakes of breath rippled through the crowd. “This is completely unacceptable! Hebert, are you out of your mind? Handing over such massive resources and authority to a woman?” the Western Alpha bellowed, his disbelief clear in his tone.

Hebert let out a cold laugh, his gaze cutting like ice. “You’re too narrow–minded. If it were a male Alpha standing here today presenting this flawless plan, would you be reacting this way? Of course not! We’re here to recognize the brilliance that can change the fate of our packs, not to cling to outdated, sexist biases!” An elderly elder stood up, stroking his gray beard, his tone stubborn as he argued, “But Hebert, based on historical data from the werewolf records, female werewolf leaders have

consistently underperformed male leaders in handling crises. That’s an undeniable fact.”

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“That’s because they were deprived of opportunities from the start!” Hebert’s voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap cutting through the heavy air of the meeting room. He stood tall, his gaze burning like fire. “The challenges they face are ten times, no, a hundred times harder! They not only fight external enemies but also the biases and scorn the entire society places on them! Our massive werewolf community was built on the immense pain and sacrifice of women, yet when they try to showcase their talents, you cruelly strip them of their rights! Is that fair? No! It’s nothing short of shameful exploitation!”

Hebert’s words hit like a hammer, striking hard at everyone in the room. I stared at him, completely stunned, as my breath caught in my throat.

“Under the same conditions, women are absolutely no weaker than men!” Hebert forged ahead, his voice filled with a force that could set anyone’s blood boiling. “A truly strong and thriving community is one where every member brings their strengths together–not one where we waste time on this absurd and outdated gender divide!”

The conference room was dead silent. Those once–overbearing Alphas avoided Hebert’s razor–sharp gaze, one by one. The elderly elder still wouldn’t give up. His face flushed red as he weakly argued, “But… but our werewolf society has always followed these rules throughout history…”

Hebert snapped his head toward the elder, his piercing eyes locking onto him. He lifted his chin high, his tone bold and defiant enough to shake the entire continent as he declared loudly, “Then history has always been wrong!”

The moment those words left his mouth, the room fell into a stunned silence that lasted a full five seconds. Then, someone clapped. Slowly at first, then building into thunderous applause that echoed through the room. Over half of the attendees rose to their feet, their eyes filled with awe and respect for Hebert.

Standing next to Hebert, tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes. I raised my hands with all my strength, clapping for him like my life depended on it.

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