Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 48: The Fourteen Alphas

In the council meeting room of the Raynor Estate, Fiona Elizabeth Raynor sat gracefully on the central seat at the

long, dark and exquisite table. Her presence was commanding, her eyes cold yet calculating. On her right sat

Eleanor, poised and attentive. Among the clan council members, she was the youngest to participate in this

meeting.

The Raynor Clan had strict requirements for joining the council. To qualify, one must be an Alpha and must have

completed their education in the human world. As the Ambassador Clan of the Werewolves, human education is

a must for all clan members. Following that, they were required either to establish and run a successful business

for at least one year or contribute to human society through a reputable field for five years. Only then would the

council consider them for membership.

Council members held the power to influence and create rules that guided the entire clan. While the Clan Head

held emergency decision-making authority, any decree issued in such a situation had to be confirmed in a formal

council session within thirty days.

Eleanor had completed her education while she was a human, and after successfully managing her own

company in the United States for over a year, she had earned her place at the table. Because she awakened the

direct bloodline descendant of the Elizabeth line, Fiona had personally appointed her to sit beside her... marking

her as the future heir.

Next to Eleanor was seated Dr. Adrian Raynor, Professor at the University of Manchester. He was technically

Eleanor’s adopted father in the clan.

The rest of the seats were currently empty. The three of them sat in calm anticipation, the room silent except for

the rhythmic ticking of the magnificent clock above the entrance. When the hour struck six, Fiona initiated a

secure line to invite all members of the council.

One by one, eleven glowing projections shimmered into being on the previously vacant chairs. All fourteen

Alphas of the Raynor Clan were now present... eleven in person or through projection, three physically.

To Adrian’s right appeared the projection of Fiona’s younger sister, Psychiatrist Dr. Evelyn Raynor, a highly

regarded professor at the Institute of Psychiatry, Psychology & Neuroscience of King’s College London.

Next was Yara Raynor, Fiona’s cousin who spearheaded the clan’s automobile empire from Japan, a brilliant

strategist and engineer.

Then cUlysses Raynor, another cousin residing in South Africa, the head of the clan’s African mining

operations.

Next was Fiona’s nephew, Quentin Raynor, the owner of one of the world’s largest shipbuilding companies based

in South Korea.

Last on that side was Fiona’s youngest son, Architect Dr. Tristan Raynor, a Harvard professor and founder of

Stone & Spire, a global architectural design firm that had reshaped the skylines of over thirty nations.

To Fiona’s left, the first to appear was Police Commissioner Xavier Raynor, the eldest son of her late brother and

a respected law enforcer known for his iron resolve.

Seated next was Madeleine Raynor, Fiona’s elegant sister who oversaw the clan’s sprawling casino empire from

Las Vegas.

Following her was Talia Raynor, Fiona’s glamorous niece and a globally acclaimed Hollywood actress. Her

influence extended into several high-grossing production companies.

Then cPhilip Raynor, Fiona’s cousin from Germany, whose company manufactured state-of-the-art industrial

machinery and robotics.

Beside him sat Chelsea Raynor, who controlled the majority shares in international money printing and minting

companies that served the central banks almost all over the world.

Last on the left was Isaac Raynor, a charismatic oil magnate based in Dubai. His network extended throughout

the Middle East and North Africa.

When all thirteen pairs of eyes finally turned toward Fiona, silence reigned. Then, Fiona spoke.

"Good evening, everyone. Thank you all for attending this emergency meeting on such short notice."

Her voice was calm, but carried an unmistakable authority.

"As you're already aware, the United States has begun imposing new trade restrictions on products from China

and Russia. This is not a fleeting political move... it appears to be part of a larger, long-term economic strategy.

There are growing concerns that these restrictions will soon extend to allied nations of these two giants. In short,

the global business landscape is shifting."

She paused and allowed the weight of her words to sink in before continuing.

"As a family aligned with NATO and the Commonwealth, this shift could be both an opportunity and a threat. But

we must act now to ensure that we remain on the winning side of this transformation."

Fiona’s gaze swept the table, lingering on each face.

"My greatest concern at the moment is the Leroux Clan. You all know they have poured immense investments

into Chinese enterprises. With these new sanctions, their profits from the U.S. market are rapidly shrinking. But

they've already begun adapting."

She activated a holographic image above the table... a map of the West Midlands County.

"A few days ago, the Chen Group... China's main distributor of Leroux-manufactured goods in the Kingdom,

applied to establish a local factory here at Coventry. Their largest investors? Chinese companies connected to

the Leroux Clan."

Gasps and murmurs rippled across the room.

"They plan to shift production locally to avoid tariffs, using existing trade agreements to sell back into the U.S.

and EU markets. Their costs will rise, but the potential profits from bypassing import restrictions will more than

make up for it."

Fiona changed the display to highlight key African nations.

"I've also received reports that Leroux is preparing to relocate sof their manufacturing bases to Africa,

especially in AGOA-eligible countries. These regions allow duty-free access to U.S. markets. It’s a cunning move,

and if we don’t counter it swiftly, we'll lose ground in several sectors... machinery, steel, automobiles, even

firearms."

She folded her hands.

"We need a strategy. Now. Opinions?"

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"Do that," Fiona instructed. "But be cautious. Leroux won't likely choose South Africa... it's too well-guarded.

They'll look for other strategic ports. Kenya, Tanzania, or even West African nations."

The room quieted as each member absorbed the information. Then, breaking the silence, Eleanor spoke.

"Well... I've actually been working to destroy the Chen Group for the past few days."

All heads turned toward her.

There was a moment of stunned silence, and then multiple voices overlapped in disbelief.

"You did what?"