THE HEIR OF THE SUPREME ALPHA: FATED TO HIM

CHAPTER 3

MADISON CARTER

The next morning arrives calm, and after a night of rest, I feel a little better.

I decide to take advantage of the energy and start cleaning the house, a task that helps me organize my thoughts.

But I am interrupted by the insistent ringing of the phone.

I look at the screen and see it's an unknown number. I hesitate for a moment, but I answer.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Miss Carter?"

The voice on the other end is formal, feminine, and conveys a seriousness that immediately puts me on alert.

"Yes, this is she.", I reply, trying to stay calm.

"This is Hillcrest Clinic. We need you to come to our facility urgently today."

Worry fills me.

"Is everything okay? Is there a problem?"

The woman hesitates.

"Unfortunately, I can't discuss details over the phone. But there was a medical interference that requires your immediate presence for clarification."

"Medical interference? What does that mean?", I ask, but she remains reserved.

"I can't go into more detail, Miss Carter. We just ask that you come as soon as possible."

I hang up the phone with a growing sense of anxiety.

My thoughts start to race — could it be some illness?

Something serious that they found? Why such urgency?

When the afternoon finally arrives, I make my way to the clinic with a racing heart.

The questions still resonate in my mind. As I enter the waiting room, the atmosphere is tense.

I see several people in suits talking with serious expressions.

The situation seems even more serious than I imagined. I take a deep breath, trying to stay steady, and sit down to wait to be called.

"Miss Carter?"

A voice calls me, and when I look up, I see a man in a lab coat with a serious expression, inviting me to follow him.

I stand up slowly, nervous, and follow him through the corridors, trying to understand what is happening.

He leads me to a small, well-lit room.

"I need your consent to perform some additional tests. We want to rule out any anomalies before we proceed with explanations.", he says directly.

I agree, even more confused.

He takes a blood sample and asks me to wait.

Then, he directs me to another room with a bed and medical equipment.

I try to stay calm as I lie down, but the anxiety grows.

"What is going on?", I ask as he prepares the equipment.

"We need more images of your body, Miss Carter.", he responds, without giving details.

He places the ultrasound device over my belly and begins the exam.

The sensation is strange, and each second of silence heightens my nervousness.

"Please tell me what's happening...", I plead, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

The doctor seems uncomfortable but says nothing. Instead, he gets up and opens the door, calling someone from outside.

Soon, I will be escorted to another room.

Upon entering, I see two people who appear to be in high positions at the clinic, next to the doctor responsible for the initial procedure.

She is visibly shaken, her eyes swollen and red, as if she had been crying.

"Miss Carter, thank you for coming.", the man says.

He introduces himself formally, followed by the woman beside him.

"I am Dr. Phillips, administrative director of the clinic, and this is Dr. Walsh, our medical director. We’d like you to sit down, please."

I sit down, and that’s when I notice another person in the room — a lawyer, who also introduces himself.

A chill runs down my spine. If a lawyer is involved, I know the situation is serious.

"We want to explain the situation as clearly as possible, Miss Carter.", Dr. Walsh begins.

DARIO MONTGOMERY

The forest rushes past me in a blur of green, the morning sun barely penetrating the canopy as I run.

My muscles are tense, and every fiber of my body feels the blood boiling with fury.

The scent of death and destruction guides me—the scent of the vampires who dared to attack a human family.

As a Lycan and Alpha, it is my duty to keep these monsters away from the city. I howled loudly and powerfully, warning the other werewolves in the pack that I'm close and that our revenge is near.

I hear the paws of others beside me and the rhythmic beat of a group run.

The vampires are fast, but we are stronger.

In seconds, I leap onto the first one, my claws tearing into his shoulder.

He screams, but the sound quickly fades as I sink my teeth into his cold skin.

In an instant, the first falls, and the other Lycans pounce on the others, attacking with ferocity.

Despite being in the dark, the vampires fight with unusual strength. This gives us a small advantage — one we don’t waste.

In minutes, all the vampires lie on the ground, their bodies torn apart.

I return to my human form, breathing heavily. My body is covered in blood and sweat.

This battle was more intense than expected, and a feeling of unease fills me as I realize the attacks are becoming more frequent and brutal. As Alpha, I need to take action before they strike again.

Leaving the forest behind, I return to my apartment.

As soon as I open the door, I see Anne, my fiancée, coming towards me, her face wet with tears.

She’s holding something in her hands, and when I see the negative pregnancy test, I feel a tightening in my chest.

"What happened, Anne?", I ask, watching her golden eyes shine with sadness.

"It's been weeks since the procedure, Dario! I should be pregnant!"

She hands me the test, sobbing.

"I did everything right, all the preparations… and still… nothing."

I take a deep breath.

I know Anne has a strong Lycan lineage, and a child of hers would be a powerful heir to the pack, something I also desire.

I hug her, trying to offer some comfort.

"It's alright, Anne. We can try again."

She shakes her head, pulling away.

"No, Dario! I want a baby, I want our baby! I called the clinic… everything was supposed to be perfect, but something must have gone wrong."

Her chin trembles, and I realize the situation is more serious than I thought.

"What did they say?", I ask.

"They want to talk to both of us. Today."

I feel a surge of irritation and grab my phone, calling the clinic.

The professional voice of the receptionist answers on the other end, and I’m direct.

"This is Dario Montgomery. I received a call from you about my fiancée, and I want this resolved quickly. I have other matters to handle and need this done fast."

"I understand, Mr. Montgomery. However, it’s essential that both of you come as soon as possible. It’s an urgent matter."

I hang up, sighing, and head to the clinic with Anne. On the way, I can see how frustrated and disappointed she is, which only makes me more determined to settle this matter.

When we arrive, we’re taken to a room where a clinic director awaits us. He looks tense, serious, and his eyes assess both me and Anne.

"Mr. Montgomery, Miss Sinclair, thank you for coming so quickly.", he pauses and turns to Anne.

"Miss, we’ll need you to wait outside, as the situation requires a delicate explanation."

Anne looks at me, uncertain, but agrees and leaves the room, still looking distressed. I wait until she’s out of earshot and turn to the director.

"What is going on?", I ask, impatience in my voice.

The director takes a heavy sigh and looks at the doctor beside him, who looks even more nervous.

She raises her head, eyes red from crying, and then the director speaks, his voice serious.

"Mr. Montgomery, there was a mistake in the insemination procedure."

I frown, not understanding.

"Mistake?"

The director nods.

"Yes. Due to a procedural error, your sample was mistakenly used with another patient. This other woman… is now pregnant with your child."

What?

I feel my entire body tense up.

The doctor beside me starts to cry harder, covering her face with her hands.

"How could this happen? Don’t you have rigorous controls over something so serious?", I ask, my voice low and filled with anger.

The doctor raises her head, wiping her eyes.

"I… I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Montgomery. That day, I was going through a difficult personal situation and… I mixed up the files. It was an unforgivable error."

I swallow hard, feeling my anger boil.

"Incredible. You’re telling me that because of your lack of attention, my baby is now with a stranger?"

The doctor begins to sob, but the director steps in.

"Mr. Montgomery, we’ve already taken internal measures to ensure this never happens again. We’re willing to cooperate in every way to resolve this situation."

I roll my eyes.

"Resolve? How do you intend to resolve this? I want to know who this woman is and where I can find her."

The director hesitates, exchanging a worried glance with the lawyer beside him before shaking his head.

"Unfortunately, we cannot disclose the patient's identity. There are privacy protocols we cannot violate."

"Protocols?", I raise my voice, stepping forward.

"That’s my heir that you negligently placed in another person’s belly! I don’t care about your protocols. I demand to know who this woman is."

The director remains firm, though I see the tension in his face.

"We cannot provide that information at this time, Mr. Montgomery. We understand your frustration, but we are bound by privacy laws."

I feel my rage building inside, to the point where my hands are trembling.

"This won’t stay like this.", I say through clenched teeth.

"I will sue this clinic and ensure that this incompetence has consequences. And you…", I point to the doctor, who can barely keep her head up.

"You will never get near a patient again."

The doctor shrinks back, and the director hastens to intervene.

"Mr. Montgomery, we're willing to negotiate terms to mitigate this situation…"

"Negotiate?", I laugh with disdain.

"You've already taken what I wanted. I’ll find out who this woman is, and when I do, I’ll ensure that this child is where he belongs."

Without waiting for a response, I turn and leave the room, feeling adrenaline pulse through every muscle.

I can barely process everything I just discovered.

After leaving the clinic’s office, I pick up my phone and dial one of my trusted investigators, someone with the right skills to handle such a delicate situation.

As soon as he answers, I get straight to the point:

"I need information on someone. Every detail. Name, where she lives, her relationships, everything."

On the other end of the line, he understands that this isn’t a usual request. His response is quick and precise:

"Of course, Mr. Montgomery. I’ll send what I find as soon as possible."

All we have are the security images and the clinic system where the woman had her medical appointment, but I need more.

I hang up, feeling a strange mix of anger and determination take over.

I have to do something, and Anne deserves to know this as soon as possible.

We return to the apartment, and I tell her everything, every detail, and I watch her face transform.

Anne's gaze reflects frustration and disbelief, her eyes filling with tears.

"So… a stranger is pregnant with our child?", she murmurs, her voice filled with bitterness.

"Yes, but don’t worry, Anne. I won’t stop until he’s here with us. The heir to our lineage belongs with us."

I try to reassure her, but I know this isn’t a simple issue.

I am determined to bring the baby close, and I’m aware of the complexity this entails.

Anne looks away, clearly shaken.

She tried so hard to get pregnant, spent months preparing for the insemination procedure, and now a complete stranger is carrying the child that should be hers.

"I can’t believe this.", she whispers, her hands trembling.

Then, she stands and grabs her bag, her voice wavering.

"I need some time, Dario… I can’t stay here right now."

Before I can respond, she leaves, leaving me alone in the apartment, immersed in silent frustration.

With the door closed, I stand still for a moment, absorbing the surrounding silence.

I understand how devastated Anne is, but for me, the situation demands immediate action, and I can’t afford to waste time.

I go to the office and turn on the computer.

Within minutes, my investigator’s message alert appears on the screen. I open the attached files and carefully go through each document.

A name appears on the screen: Madison Carter.

I repeat her name softly, testing it on my lips as I absorb the information.

Madison Carter, a woman who seems so ordinary, but who now carries what is, by right, my child.

The information is detailed.

She comes from a small family, apparently marked by tragedies.

Madison’s mother died of an illness when she was young, and recently, she lost her father too. She is alone in the world, with a long list of debts to match.

My brow furrows at the type of work she does.

Madison is a stripper at a club.

The image of the place comes to mind; I went there once, brought by an old investor of the company, who insisted it was the best place for a night of fun.

But now, thinking that the woman carrying my heir is in that type of environment makes me even more determined.

Madison’s debts are no small matter.

Several financial obligations, and it seems she’s in a tough, maybe even desperate, situation.

And I know that a person in such a situation can be easily swayed by the right offer.

"Madison Carter…", I repeat, considering the possibilities.

She has an obvious motivation to accept an agreement: money.

I pick up the phone and dial my personal lawyer’s number.

As soon as he answers, I get straight to the point.

"I need you to draft a contract for me.", I say, my voice firm and direct.

"Of course, Mr. Montgomery. What is the nature of the contract?", he asks.

"It’ll be a custody contract, and it’ll involve sensitive negotiation. It involves a child. I want the contract to offer significant financial compensation to the mother in exchange for the custody of the baby."

"I understand. Would you like to establish any kind of visitation agreement, or perhaps a temporary contract that ensures your position while the baby is still in the womb?"

I pause to think for a moment.

"Yes, I want the contract to be made so that Madison feels motivated to give up custody of the baby without resistance, but at the same time, I need a clause that allows me to monitor her during the pregnancy."

"Perfectly understood. And about the amount of compensation, sir?"

I think for a moment.

Madison has many debts, but I know I need to offer a substantial amount to leave no doubts or resistance.

"Ten times the value of her debts. That should be enough for her to see the agreement as a solution, not a loss."

"I’ll prepare the paperwork immediately and send you a draft for review.", he confirms.

Ending the call, I lean back in the chair, feeling a mix of satisfaction and unease.

I know this is the necessary path to ensure the safety and future of my heir, but part of me also recognizes that Madison is a victim in this situation, just as Anne and I have been.

She didn’t choose to carry my child, and her life was turned upside down without her having any idea.

But I am not a man moved by excessive pity. I know that life is made of circumstances and hard decisions, and my decision is clear: to secure the future of my lineage.

Whatever the cost, I am prepared to pay it.

I will find you, Madison.