Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 89: Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, and Epsilon

Just as Ethan entered the meeting room, he sensed a subtle but unmistakable hostility in the air. Though the

envoys from Clan Greymoore wore polite smiles and carried themselves with the grace of seasoned diplomats,

Ethan could see right through them. Their eyes told a different story... one of disdain and superiority.

He knew why.

It was no secret that his father, Professor Adrian Raynor, had never been fond of conflict. Known for his gentle

nature and brilliance in academia, Adrian was often called the "Scholar Alpha" of the Raynor Clan. Despite his

status as an alpha, he had never engaged in any pack politics. Instead, he immersed himself in the natural

sciences and magical theory, attending seminars and hosting conferences around the world.

Growing up under such a man, Ethan had followed in his footsteps. He had tagged along to countless

conferences and lectures, soaking in the knowledge but never the hunger for dominance or physical power. Like

his father, he despised showing strength for the sake of pride. Yet he was also keenly aware of one undeniable

truth... in werewolf society, strength reigned supreme.

After taking his seat at the head of the conference table, Ethan adjusted his cufflinks and said smoothly,

"Apologies, gentlemen, for keeping you waiting. Now, let's discuss the matter at hand."

The Greymoore Clan had indirect control over the largest construction company operating in Stockport and the

Tameside boroughs. Officially, the company was owned by the Brown family... with Oliver Brown, a sitting

Member of Parliament, as its most prominent face. But Ethan knew the truth. The Greymoores controlled it from

the shadows, using the Browns as their public front.

That was precisely why Ethan had strategically avoided those areas until now. He had first expanded into

Trafford, Salford, Oldham, and Rochdale... surrounding Manchester with a firm business presence. Before pushing

into Bury, Bolton, and Wigan, he had decided to turn his attention to Stockport and Tameside. But now, with the

Greymoores sniffing around, the battle lines had been drawn.

Joseph Greymoore, the man leading the envoy, broke the silence. "Mr. Raynor, this feels like an insult. We

travelled all the way from London out of respect for your family name. Otherwise, a phone call should have been

enough."

Ethan smirked. "Mr. Greymoore, what can | say? There was a family emergency. But now that I'm here, let's

continue, shall we?"

Joseph's lips tightened. "What is your stance on our proposal?"

Ethan leaned back casually. "Ah, forgive me. My memory’s a bit scattered today. What was your proposal again?"

Joseph's jaw clenched. "Our proposal is simple. We request that you refrain from expanding into Stockport and

Tameside. We've conducted business there for years. Surely there are other regions for your company to grow."

Ethan nodded thoughtfully, then responded, "Please, try to see this from my point of view. I'm expanding my

business, not declaring war. | haven't stopped you from entering Oldham or Manchester. It's a free country. If we

happen to operate in the sterritory, we can simply coexist. You do your business, and | do mine. Simple."

Joseph's tone dropped to something more threatening. "Mr. Raynor, you can do business anywhere in the world.

But as a fellow werewolf, you should respect another clan’s turf."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I must have missed the memo. Last | checked, your turf was in northern London. Are

you planning to relocate?"

A ripple of rage passed through the Greymoore delegation. Joseph's face turned crimson, and the others bristled

in unison. Ethan's words were a deliberate provocation, and they knew it.

The tension in the room skyrocketed.

The werewolves’ auras clashed subtly but powerfully. Jack, who stood behind Ethan like a silent shadow, could

barely stay on his feet. If not for Ethan's protective aura subtly shielding him, he might have passed out from the

overwhelming pressure.

Ethan, of course, knew exactly what he was doing. Keeping Jack behind him served a dual purpose: it allowed

him to show restraint in front of a human while applying psychological pressure to the Greymoores. He was

daring them to lose control.

Joseph clenched his fists, his voice dropping to a near-growl. "Mr. Ethan Raynor, you've shown no respect to our

delegation. We cin peace, but if that’s not appreciated, prepare for an official response from our clan."

Without another word, he stood abruptly and stormed out of the room. The others followed; their movements

sharp with restrained fury.

Once outside the Purplebricks office, they entered their black SUVs and drove straight toward Stockport.

As soon as they hit the highway, Joseph pulled out his phone and dialled Lucian Greymoore, who is a born alpha

and the Young Master of their clan, and first in line to inherit the title from their current patriarch, Alistair

Greymoore.

"Young Master," Joseph began, "Ethan Raynor is arrogant beyond belief. He thinks the Raynor nmakes him

untouchable. He completely disregarded our goodwill and insulted our clan. | believe it’s tto inform the

matter to the Clan Head."

Lucian’s voice on the other end was calm, but there was an edge of satisfaction. "You did well. I'll inform Father.

Don’t worry... I'll make sure Ethan pays for his disrespect."

In werewolf society, born alphas were rare. Even a powerful clan like the Raynors had only fifteen born alphas.

Among them, only one could be the True Alpha, the recognized leader of the entire pack. That title belonged to

their Matriarch, Fiona Elizabeth Raynor.

Other alphas, despite their natural strength, functioned as betas when under the leadership of a true alpha. Then

there were omegas... lone wolves or outcasts who operated outside any pack hierarchy.

The social structure didn’t stop there. Among the born betas, several subclasses existed. Deltas were physical

powerhouses, born with exceptional combat prowess. They formed the core of the pack’s warrior unit.

Gammas were brilliant strategists and served as the pack’s advisors and planners.

Epsilons were scouts, gifted with agility, endurance, and heightened perception. They could traverse terrain

quickly, track targets, and deliver critical messages in times of war.

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Lucian Greymoore knew this. That's

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Now that Ethan had refused, the path to escalation was wide open.

Lucian, grinning ear to ear, knocked on his father’s office door.

"Cin," said Alistair Greymoore from inside.

Lucian stepped in confidently and sat across from his father. "Dad, Ethan took the bait. Joseph and the others are

furious. They're ready to file an official complaint. That gives us the right to challenge Ethan to a duel."

Alistair narrowed his eyes. "If they file a formal complaint, we can push it through the Council. But remember...

anyone from Ethan's generation in the Raynor Clan can fight on his behalf. Are you sure you can handle whoever

they send?"

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Alistair considered this. "If that’s the case, then Ethan stands no chance. As vice leader of our clan, you have our

warriors to support you with aura buffs. And since | won't be near the duel, Fiona Raynor won't be able to

intervene either."

He paused, then added coldly, "Go ahead. Have Joseph file the formal complaint. Let's prepare for a duel... by

the rules."