THE HEIR OF THE SUPREME ALPHA: FATED TO HIM

MADISON CARTER I glide across the stage, feeling the cold wood beneath my bare feet as the music pulses through the club's stuffy air. The beat invades every movement of mine, guiding my body and echoing throughout the space. Around me, the shouts of men explode, mingling with the sound, smoke, and the heavy smell of alcohol and perfume. I close my eyes, trying to block out the lewd glances and the filthy words that whisper in my direction. Just for a second, I pretend to be somewhere else. The mask on my face hides my true identity. On the stage of my imagination, I am free. It’s not a dirty, dark club; it’s a space where I can dance without judgment, where my dance is mine and no one else’s. Since I was a child, I’ve always dreamed of dancing, and when I close my eyes, I’m still that little girl full of dreams. But soon I remember the reality. The debts my father left before he died have chained me to this club, to a contract that’s impossible to break. I open my eyes, returning to the present, and feel the weight of gazes on my body, dressed only in this black lace that barely covers me. I spin around, sliding my hands through my hair and feeling every movement flow, my fingers slipping through the strands. I let my body fall to the ground, where I stay for a moment, absorbing the aggressive energy of the audience. I slowly open my eyes, seeing the faces in the crowd. They stare at me with desire, some with grotesque smiles, others shouting things I’d rather not hear. With effort, I rise, forcing myself to ignore everything. With a gesture, I slide my hands over the curves of my body and stand up, letting the light focus on me, revealing every detail of the lace that adorns me. But suddenly, something unusual catches my attention. Among the shouts and drunken voices, my eyes catch sight of a man sitting in silence. He doesn’t shout, doesn’t laugh. Dressed in a dark suit, he holds a glass and takes his drink calmly, his eyes fixed on me. His presence is so strong that, for a moment, I forget all the surrounding others. He watches me differently, as if he’s analyzing every movement of mine, as if he can see something in me that no one else perceives. Even in the dim light, I can see the shine in his eyes. And suddenly, I feel that, while he watches me, I’m dancing just for him. When the music ends, I’m breathless. I step down from the stage, the applause and shouts dissolving as I walk toward the dressing room. I enter and mingle with the other girls, relieved to finally be away from the gazes. I grab a towel and start to dry my face when I hear footsteps behind me. I lift my eyes and see the owner of the club. He stares at me with a cold, false smile. “Congratulations, Madison. Today was a success. And you have a new interested client.” I roll my eyes, already knowing what he’s going to say. “I’ve already told you I don’t sleep with clients.”, I say, trying to sound firm, but he just laughs, as if my response is a joke. “This one is different. He’s rich, powerful, he’d pay a fortune for a night with you. It’s a unique opportunity.", he insists, as if money could buy anything. “I don’t do that. You know that. I’ve never slept with anyone here.”, I repeat, trying to keep calm, but he looks at me with a threatening smile. He steps forward, lowering his voice. “And you also know you can’t leave, or have you forgotten about the contract? If you don’t accept, I can make your life here an even bigger hell.” I feel the blood run cold in my veins, and my eyes fill with tears. I’m trapped. This contract my father left before he died ties me to this place, and he knows it all too well. I take a deep breath, trying not to let the tears fall. “The client is waiting in the room. Now.”, he says, in a commanding tone that makes me feel smaller. Reluctantly, I walk down the hallway and up the stairs, feeling a tightness in my chest with each step. I stop in front of the door, hesitate, feeling like I’m about to fall into an abyss. With trembling fingers, I turn the doorknob and enter. The room is dimly lit, but decorated with luxury, a space reserved for the wealthiest clients. Then, my eyes fix on a tall, strong figure, turned away from me. He stands, looking at a painting on the wall, not showing any sign that he noticed my entrance. When he turns around, I feel the air leave my lungs. It’s the same man who watched me in the club. His eyes meet mine, and I freeze. They are a deep gold, penetrating, making me feel exposed, almost unable to hide my thoughts. Holding the door tightly, I look at him, the man who left me speechless. He is handsome, too handsome to be here. His dark suit and the expensive cologne that surrounds him scream wealth, something I’ve never known up close. I feel a chill in my stomach, a tension that makes me blink, as I struggle not to show how nervous I am. He is tall, his long dark hair falling gently over his forehead. His gaze is serious, and I wonder what he’s thinking. “Come in, I won’t bite.”, he says, his voice soft but with a tone that brooks no refusal. I sigh, hesitating for a moment, but finally realize I have no choice. I open the door and step inside, feeling the temperature of the room rise instantly. The door closes behind me, and the feeling of being alone with him envelops me. His gaze scans my body, making me feel exposed. It’s as if he’s trying to read every part of me, every hidden thought. “I don’t sleep with clients…”, I murmur, raising my head to face him, but his expression doesn’t change. He smiles, a smile full of ulterior motives. “And who said we were going to do that? Dance for me…”, the order is clear, and he settles on the bed, holding the glass in one hand, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey. My heart races as I walk over to the small speaker and turn on the sound. The music begins to play, and slowly, I let myself be carried away by the melody. He watches every movement of mine, as if he wants to keep every detail in his memory. There’s something wild in his gaze, something animalistic in the golden eyes that look at me with such desire. I’ve never seen eyes like that before, that seem to see far beyond the surface. I begin to move, using the bar to dance for him. The music flows through me, and the tension in the room disappears as I lose myself in the dance. The movements become natural, and for a brief moment, I forget that I’m dancing for a man I’ve never met. I’m so caught up that I move closer to him, and he remains still on the bed, watching me as if I were the only thing that mattered in the world. Dancing with my back to him, I feel his hand gently touch my waist. A shiver runs through my body. He stands up, and in an instant, we’re so close I can feel his warmth. Our faces are just inches apart, and the connection between us is palpable. “Your place is not here…”, he whispers, his voice low and intense. I frown, the sparkle in his eyes intriguing me. I close my eyes, hoping he’ll come closer, that maybe he’ll kiss me, but instead, I feel his mouth near my ear. “You could be so much more than this…”, he says with an intensity that makes me tremble. My heart races, and when I open my eyes, our faces are very close. I can’t look away from him, but something in his expression makes me hesitate. He moves his hand to my panties, and I feel the lightness of his touch before he starts placing bills next to them. An unexpected, almost surreal gesture. “This is for you.”, he says, his voice soft yet authoritative at the same time. Before I can react or understand what’s happening, he steps back, his presence still lingering in the air, and I stand frozen, staring at the amount of money resting there. It’s far more than I’ve ever seen in my entire life, an amount that makes me feel confused. Who was he? Why was he giving me so much? He leaves, and the door closes behind him, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions. I sigh, still in shock, and look at the money, feeling reality hit hard. What happened here? Was it all a dream or a fantasy? But the reality was harsh and undeniable. I was alone in a room, with bills in front of me and an unanswered question hammering in my head. Looking at the bills, I realize that this could be part of the solution to the debts my father left behind. This wouldn’t pay everything off, but it’s a lot of money. I lift my eyes and look out the window, trying to dispel the confusion surrounding me. The tall, mysterious man is not just a client. He is something more, something that attracts and frightens me at the same time. Who was he, after all? I walk through the dark streets of the city, the faint streetlights flickering as if hesitating to illuminate my path. It’s almost 2 a.m., and loneliness grips my heart. The only company is the echo of my footsteps, but a smile forms on my face as I remember the money I earned dancing. That amount would be enough to cover two months' rent for my little house and help pay off the debts my father left. It’s a victory, even if it's temporary. The joy doesn’t last long, and the reality of the cold night surrounds me. The streets are deserted, and I feel a restlessness in the air. Suddenly, my heart races when someone grabs me roughly. A scream escapes my lips before I can contain it, and my body slams against the dark wall of a dead-end alley. The impact is brutal, and as I try to catch my breath, a man pushes me hard. “You thought you could live your life without paying us, girl?”, he growls, his voice loaded with threats. My eyes widen as I recognize that face. It’s one of the men my father owed, and a sense of dread overwhelms me. I try to struggle, biting his hand, but this only provokes a grunt of pain and anger from him, and soon I feel the impact of a punch on my face. The world spins as I fall to the ground, and I turn, trying to escape, but he throws me back. “Stay away from me!”, I scream, my voice trembling, but he only laughs, a cruel and disdainful sound. “Only after you pay off all the debt your dear dead father made.”, he responds, and I feel a wave of anger at his words. “I will pay, but I don’t have it all now!”, I say it angrily, the indignation giving me courage, but he just shakes his head and pulls out a knife, the metal gleaming in the dim streetlight. “I want my money now, and if you don’t have it, this will be your last night, darling.”, he says, his words cutting through the air like the blade of a knife. My tears threaten to slip, and I try to get up, but before I can, he jumps on me, trying to rip my bag away. The struggle is desperate, and he presses the knife against my neck, making my heart race. At that moment, a firm voice cuts through the silence. “Let her go now.” My eyes widen as I recognize the voice. It’s the man from the club—the one who watched me dance. He’s here, and a thread of hope springs up inside me. Before the man in front of me can hurt me, the mysterious stranger pulls the attacker away with force, throwing him far from me. The knife falls, and I am frozen, staring wide-eyed at the man who saved my life. “It’s because of people like you that this world is no longer safe!” he growls, his face full of fury as he punches the attacker. The debt collector tries to fight back, but my savior is quick and experienced, twisting his arm in a way that he can’t defend himself. “Get out of here before I kill you!” The man runs, and adrenaline fills me as I look at the man who saved me. His eyes are wilder now, with an intense, almost animalistic glow in the darkness.