Meant to be Yours

In a world divided by castes where alphas rule, betas work and omegas obey. Falcon is at the top and in the prime of his life. Coming from a multi-million dollar family with a legacy of powerful, dominant and empowered alphas, they had the luxury of doing whatever they wanted and much more. Who would oppose them? No one. Few could stand up to those with his name.

Plus, with an appearance worthy of his status and the fortitude worthy of a full-fledged alpha to prevail over many, he had no reason to complain at 32 years old.

Even if…

Unlike all of his high caste, Sergei did not seek his destined partner, he did not want anyone who would make him lose his mind to the point of wanting to abandon everything. He liked being in control. His life, right now, was simply perfect.

That did not mean that he was a responsible man when it came to business. He had recently bought a new company, not so big or prestigious, that was in mortal decline and that was mainly focused on the world of makeup. And what was the main condition for which you chose it? Well, only beta people will work.

That meant zero problems and more productivity.

First thing in favor, you wouldn't have to deal with the classic alpha rank fights that used to happen or the tense atmosphere that was always created. Second, no or no omegas would be hinted at using your zeal or pheromones as an excuse to go after your money or your status.

That was something that could not be allowed. At his side he already had an omega, with enough status and power to be able to stand by his side and who would give birth to his strong and healthy cubs. Although he had to remove the detail that he had not yet marked it. That would be after the next wedding. Before ... it could cause problems.

Nor would he be stupid to reject his destined mate if she ever appeared in his life, but for the moment it was better to be safe than sorry. If he wasn't looking for her, he wouldn't have to show up.

The car stopped in front of the building that needed more than one touch-up, something that would do and put it at the top of the market, so he would no longer have to hear that he lived on his parents' money. In his world appearances, name, recognition, and your own achievements came first. Being alpha wasn't that easy either, and although he already made his own millions, his parents' billions were always in the shadows.

-Are you leaving me alone?- The girl next to him rubbed against his arm.

Despite being in a relationship for two years, Falcon loved her, but he didn't love her, just that she was the one. He could consider himself lucky, she was a beauty with huge blue eyes and abundant dark hair, yet there was something missing.

-I'll be back as soon as I can- He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and left. If he stayed too long she would continue to insist and from experience he knew that she ended up being unbearable.

One of the employees was already waiting for him at the entrance to take him to the meeting room where he had called one in the morning. He was fast, he didn't like detours, and he needed to make the points very clear. He commanded and what he said was done.

His secretary, a beta man two years younger and smarter than he appeared, sat next to him as he entered and settled in. At least 10 more people were waiting for him, quite tense. Sergei noticed the empty three-seater seat to his left before he started.

-Who is the missing person?- He asked in his usual serious tone. Intimidating betas and subordinates was the first thing on his agenda, he would not tolerate disrespect for his person just because he was younger than most of those present.