Page 3 of Surprise Baby for My Fated Alpha

But then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was interrupted.

The sharp trill of his phone cut through the air, shattering the moment. At first, he ignored it, but it rang again and again. With each ring, reality started to creep back in, pulling us out of theworld we’d created in that tiny bathroom. I felt him tense slightly in my arms, and I knew the moment was over.

He pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, and I could see the frustration in his eyes, mirrored by the same feeling in my chest. I wanted to stay in that moment, to keep the outside world at bay just a little longer, but the phone didn’t stop.

Reluctantly, he let me go and pulled out his phone. I took a small step back, putting distance between us, even though every fiber of my being was already missing him desperately. The warmth of his touch lingered on my skin, but it was quickly replaced by the cold reality of the interruption.

As he answered the call, I took another step back, glancing toward the door. I knew what was coming. I’d seen it before—duty calling, pulling him away from the moment we’d just shared. It was inevitable. I couldn’t be mad at him for it, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“It’s okay,” I said softly, when he glanced at me, trying to offer a reassuring smile. “Go do what you need to do.”

“Uh … umm …” he started, but I shook my head, cutting him off.

“Really, I get it. You’ve got things to take care of.” I tried to smile, but I knew it didn’t reach my eyes. I turned before he could say anything else.

"At least give me the honor of knowing your name … I would definitely like to continue this after the party," he murmured,his voice low and rough, as his fingers tightened around mine. He stepped closer, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. “Luna …” I replied.

He smirked, his blue eyes crinkling with intent, and slowly leaned in. I could feel the heat of his breath just before his lips brushed my cheek, lingering there for a heartbeat longer than expected. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, and as he pulled back, his gaze locked with mine, leaving me breathless, my heart pounding, as I turned to leave.

As I made my way down the hallway, my heart felt heavy in my chest. The connection we’d shared was still there, humming beneath the surface, but it was overshadowed now by the reality of not knowing who he was.

I can’t believe I made out with a total stranger, someone old enough to be my father. What’s come over me?I thought.

Chapter 2

Orion

My phone kept on buzzing, and I finally decided to answer.

“Couldn’t you find another time to call me? This had better be good …”

“Unfortunately, sir, it’s not good news.” Jake’s voice was tense, sharp, and straight to the point. “There’s been an incident. The seaport … it’s on fire.”

My eyes instantly widened. “Which seaport?” I demanded, already rushing out of the bathroom.

“South Point,” Jake replied. “The fire’s spreading fast. Local fire crews are on-site, but it’s bad. I suspect its arson.”

The hallway seemed to tilt as I processed his words. South Point was one of my most valuable assets, handling shipments thatfunneled millions of dollars into my empire. If it was gone … No, I couldn’t think like that. I had to act.

“Jake, handle everything. I’m on my way,” I said, moving quickly. I ended the call and called for my driver. The urgency in Jake’s voice told me everything I needed to know—this wasn’t just an accident. It was a deliberate attack. I had no choice but to leave the party, but before leaving I told one of the servants to find Miranda and tell her about the situation.

As I headed out the door, my thoughts were racing. This fire wasn’t just about money. It was a statement, a challenge. Someone was coming after me, and they were playing with fire—literally. But whoever it was, they would soon learn that attacking me was a fatal mistake.

By the time I arrived at South Point, the scene was chaos. The acrid smell of smoke hit me before I even stepped out of the car. Fire trucks were scattered across the docks, their red lights flashing in the early morning light, as firefighters battled the flames. The air was thick with heat and ash, and the sound of water hoses spraying was drowned out by the crackling of burning wood and metal.

Jake met me at the entrance, his usually calm expression replaced by one of controlled urgency. He was already wearing a hard hat, the reflective vest over his suit making him look oddly out of place amidst the destruction.

“It’s worse than we thought,” Jake said, as I approached. “The fire’s spread to the main storage facility. We’ve lost at least half the cargo, and the damage to the infrastructure is severe.”

I didn’t need to hear the numbers to know the scale of the disaster. One look at the burning wreckage in front of me told me everything I needed to know. Millions of dollars, gone up in flames. But more than that, this attack on my empire felt personal. Whoever did this wanted to hurt me in a way that money alone couldn’t fix.

“Any injuries?” I asked, trying to focus on what mattered most.

“None,” Jake replied, his voice tight. “We evacuated everyone in time. No casualties.”

Relief washed over me for a brief moment, but it was quickly overtaken by rage. “What about security footage? Do we know how this started?”

Jake nodded, already pulling out his phone to show me images from the surveillance cameras. “We’re reviewing the footage now. But from what we’ve seen so far, it looks like the fire started here, in the cargo storage area. Multiple ignition points, which means this was planned.”

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