THE HEIR OF THE SUPREME ALPHA: FATED TO HIM

CHAPTER 4

MADISON CARTER

The word "pregnant" won’t stop pounding in my head like an incessant siren, ever since I left that clinic after a long and exhausting conversation with the directors.

No matter how much they try to fix it, what’s done cannot be undone.

I am pregnant. I am carrying someone’s baby, the child of a stranger.

This should never have happened.

How can they call this a "mistake"?

I arrive home still in shock, my body trembling uncontrollably.

I can barely turn the key in the door, I'm so nervous. I walk to the bedroom, eyes fixed on the floor, and soon I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I observe my body, searching for some sign, something to show what’s happening inside me.

I’ve been feeling exhausted for days, constantly nauseous, and now it all makes sense.

But it’s a cruel kind of sense, one that traps me in a reality I never chose.

I sigh and, hesitantly, touch my stomach.

Inside me is a life that came out of nowhere, without warning, without permission.

And as much as the clinic has promised "financial compensations" and help with the process, none of that erases the fact that there’s a baby growing inside me.

Worse, it’s the baby of someone who will want him back, someone who could come into my life and make decisions about my body and my future, without me having any right to choose.

It’s destroying me.

I feel the tears streaming down as I sit on the floor, leaning against the wall.

It’s a crushing weight I can’t bear alone, but I also can’t hand it over to anyone else.

I spend hours here, motionless, trying to process, trying to understand what to do, but every plan I try to imagine feels weak, ineffective.

And time passes, relentlessly. Night falls, and I remember I need to go to work.

But how can I? How can I get up and pretend nothing happened? I stay seated, unmoving, letting the hours pass until the middle of the night.

Then, a noise outside breaks the silence.

The sound of a car approaching and stopping close to my house snaps me out of my daze.

I get up slowly, go to the window, and peek through the curtain.

I see men in black getting out of the car, their stance firm and hostile. My heart races with fear.

No…

Before I can think of anything, one of them shouts:

"Open the door, we know you're in there, slut!"

A chill runs down my spine.

On impulse, I run to the kitchen, my hands trembling as I grab a knife.

The men start pounding on the door, each blow reverberating through the whole house.

"Open this damn door!"

The deep, cold voice echoes, while the door seems to give way with each hit.

I run to the bedroom, trying to buy some time, but the sound of a gunshot shatters the air, and the door bursts open with a violent crack.

They enter with heavy steps, their gaze fixed, as if nothing could distract them from their objective.

I lock the bedroom door, pushing the bed against it, but it’s useless.

They break it down with a single blow, and one of them advances towards me with a cruel smile.

I raise the knife, ready to strike, but he dodges swiftly, his eyes gleaming with a dark and cruel intensity.

Those eyes… they’re different, darker, almost red. What are they?

I take a few steps back until I feel the cold wall against my back.

He laughs, satisfied, and another man who enters the room speaks with a sarcastic tone:

"We found you. The boss will love this."

I feel panic take over.

I try to plead for some mercy, anything to make them stop.

"I’ll get the money, I promise. Just give me some time, please. I’ll pay it all!"

But the man in front of me shakes his head with a mocking smile.

"It’s too late."

He steps closer, his hand reaching out, about to touch me, but in a final impulse, I swing the knife at him, cutting his skin.

He recoils, growling in anger, and I see a flash of pain in his eyes.

That’s when he hits me.

A slap so hard it throws me to the floor.

My vision darkens for a moment, and a throbbing pain spreads across my face.

I taste blood in my mouth. I place a hand over my belly instinctively, in a protective gesture.

The baby…

The darkness of the room seems to close in around me as I struggle, trying to free myself from the man’s grip, his hands firm and unyielding.

I feel my skin prickle when another of them approaches, with a malicious look that fills me with immediate revulsion.

"We could have our way with her here and now.", he says, and my stomach churns at the sight of his cold smile, revealing sharp, predatory teeth.

I widen my eyes, and a scream of pure terror escapes my throat.

Oh, my God… what is he?

They don’t seem human, but they’re also not just ordinary men.

Another one of them stares at me, bringing his face close to mine and whispering with disdain:

"Your father made a terrible mistake by crossing our path, girl. Take her to the car now."

I feel the panic rising.

"No! Let me go!"

I kick with all my strength, hitting him between the legs, taking advantage of the moment he doubles over to break free and run out of the room.

I hear their shouts behind me as I run down the hallway, not knowing where to go, just trying to escape.

I reach the front door and try to open it, but one of them catches up to me, grabbing my shoulders and pinning me against the wall with a force that takes my breath away.

His hands move up to my neck, pressing so hard that I feel my vision start to blur at the edges.

I scream, struggling, but his grip only tightens, and the lack of air begins to cloud my mind.

In a last effort, I manage to reach for a glass vase on the shelf beside me, and with all the strength I have, I smash the vase against his face.

He screams, releasing my neck as blood drips down his face, and the gun he was holding falls to the floor.

In an impulse, I grab it and run outside, not daring to look back.

All I see is the darkness around me and the forest ahead.

My feet pound on the ground as I run, my heart racing, fear pulsating in every cell of my body.

The night air is icy, and the silence of the night only makes the sounds of their footsteps behind me sound closer and more menacing.

I hold the gun with trembling hands.

They’re going to kill me, I know it. I don’t know what they are, but they’re not human, and that certainty terrifies me even more.

Moments later, one of them appears beside me as if he materialized out of thin air.

I don’t even see where he came from, I just feel the impact when he pushes me to the ground, and a groan of pain escapes as I fall.

The gun slips from my hands, but I grab it back, and trembling, I aim at him without hesitation and fire.

He dodges with supernatural speed, evading the shot as if he expected it.

My heart beats so hard I feel it might explode.

I try to aim again, but before I can react, he lunges at me, pinning me to the ground.

His face is so close that I can see the cruel red glow in his eyes.

"I’m going to kill you.", he hisses, with a voice full of hate, but then his sinister smile widens.

"But first, I’ll enjoy tasting your sweet blood.", he says, leaning closer, and terror overwhelms me.

I try to push him away, but it’s like fighting a wall.

My mind screams for the baby I carry inside me, this life that, despite not being planned, I already feel I need to protect.

I gather the little strength I have left and scream, trying to push him off as tears roll down my face.

"Let me go!", I shout, my voice choked with fear.

I hear laughter around me, and I realize the others have already surrounded us, forming a circle that feels suffocating, inescapable.

"We’re going to have fun with you first. And then, I’ll love seeing what our boss does with you.", he says, gripping my arms tightly and leaning closer.

The anger, the pain, and the fear explode within me like a bomb.

His face lights up with a satisfaction that disgusts me, and his sharp teeth are so close I can imagine the horror of what he plans to do.

I try to break free, but he only laughs, squeezing my wrists tighter while the others watch, amused by my despair.

I’m alone, in the middle of a dark forest, surrounded by these monsters, and no one is coming to save me.

The thought of being captured and taken to their boss, with no chance of escape, is devastating.

"Please…", I murmur, weak, feeling the weight of despair suffocating me.

The man leans in, ready to bite, and I close my eyes tightly, preparing for the pain.

DARIO MONTGOMERY

The night is thick, and I barely register what I’m doing as I grip the steering wheel tightly.

The contract is beside me on the car seat.

I know that the most sensible thing would be to have a lawyer with me, but Madison – the woman carrying my child – must be confused and scared.

What have they done to her? How could such a mistake happen? Talking to her alone seems like the best way to resolve everything without worsening the panic.

I clench my fists at the thought of Madison dancing for other men, exposing herself to the gazes of strangers while carrying my life within her.

She has no idea what this child means to me.

The mere thought squeezes my chest, almost driving me insane. Determined, I head straight for the club where she should be.

When I arrive, the atmosphere is noisy.

I ask the owner about her, but it soon becomes clear that Madison hasn't shown up.

Frustration rises when the manager speaks disdainfully about her, making it clear that Madison is trapped in a debt almost like servitude.

I don’t think twice and make a deal right there – something I normally would never do without planning.

Now, she is free, and I hope this helps her accept the contract.

I settle things with the owner and drive to the remote and isolated address where she lives.

As I approach, I notice a luxury car parked near the house, which is not a good sign.

I get out of my vehicle, a growing tension spreading through my body as I walk to the door.

“Madison!”, I call, my voice echoing in the silence of the night.

Looking down, I see a dark stain of blood.

My breath becomes tense.

Something is very wrong.

“Damn it!”

I rush into the house, the smell of her blood still lingering in the air. I feel a fierce instinct to protect ignite within me.

Suddenly, a woman's scream cuts through the air, coming from the forest.

My heart races, and I burst out of the house in a frantic run, my steps quickening with the rage of imagining someone could be hurting Madison... and my child.

“Madison!”, I shout, my voice filled with urgency and fury.

I can smell her blood, and at the same time, another odor mixes in the air: a bitter and characteristic scent that I recognize instantly.

Vampires.

A low growl escapes my lips.

Without hesitation, I let my Lycan side emerge. The transformation is instantaneous – my body expands, sharp claws protrude, and strength and fury take over me.