Page 4 of Surprise Baby for My Fated Alpha

I took the phone from him and scanned the images, my jaw tightening with every frame. This wasn’t just some random act of vandalism. This was a coordinated attack, and someone had the audacity to hit me where it hurt.

“Whoever did this,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “They’re going to pay. I want every resource we have dedicated to finding them. No one crosses me and gets away with it.”

Jake’s eyes were hard as he nodded. “Already on it. We’ve got our people combing through the security footage, and I’ve called in favors from our contacts in law enforcement. We’ll find out who’s responsible.”

As I handed back the phone, I couldn’t help but glance around at the devastation. The flames were still raging in some areas, though the firefighters were making progress. But the damage was done. My seaport was a wreck, and the losses were staggering.

But even in the midst of all this destruction, my mind drifted back to her. Luna.

I haven’t ever felt like this for anyone…not even Ria, my late wife. I’m not even the type that kisses women I barely know. What’s come over me? Why can’t I forget her?I thought.

Despite the chaos around me, I kept seeing her face—those piercing green eyes. The way she had looked at me…

I shook my head, trying to refocus. This wasn’t the time for distractions. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Luna was important, that I needed to find her.

“Jake,” I said suddenly, turning to him. “I want the surveillance footage from the party at my home tonight. All of it. Make sure I have them first thing in the morning”

He gave me a strange look, clearly not expecting the change in topic.

“There was a woman … I need to find her.”

Jake raised an eyebrow but didn’t question me. He’d been by my side long enough to know when to keep his thoughts to himself. “I’ll get on it right away. Anything specific I should be looking for?”

“Green eyes, black hair, midnight blue dress. Goes by the name Luna.” Even saying her name out loud sent a jolt through me.

Jake nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Got it. I’ll have the footage sent to your office by morning.”

“Good. And Jake … be discreet about it. I don’t want anyone else knowing about this.”

“Understood, sir,” he said, and with that, he turned to make the necessary arrangements.

I stayed at the scene for another hour, overseeing the cleanup and trying to make sense of what had happened. But no matter how much I tried to focus on the problem at hand, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. To the way her lips had felt against mine, to the way her body had pressed against me, fitting perfectly, like she was meant to be there. I missed her so much. Her scent still lingered in my memory. I felt like I was missing a limb as soon as our kiss broke.

How I wish I could turn back the hands of time and maybe get her number … Damn it, Orion, Focus!I thought.

When the flames were finally out, and the firefighters were packing up, I headed back to my car, my mind still tangled between the fire and the woman who had ignited my own internal fire.

The drive back to my estate felt longer than it should have, the quiet of the car only amplifying the storm brewing in my mind. By the time I arrived, I was exhausted, but sleep was the furthest thing from my mind.

Instead, I went straight to my office, poured myself a stiff drink, and waited.

An hour passed. Then two.

Finally, just as the first light of dawn began to break through the darkness, my phone buzzed. It was Jake.

“Sir, I’ve got the footage,” he said. “Sending it over now.”

“Thanks, Jake,” I replied, my voice gruff with exhaustion. “I’ll take it from here.”

I ended the call and turned to my computer, as the files began to download. The footage from the party was extensive … hours of people mingling, drinking, and laughing. But I was only interested in one thing.

I fast-forwarded through the footage, scanning the crowd for any sign of her. It wasn’t easy—the party had been packed, and the dim lighting didn’t help. But then, there she was. A flash ofmidnight blue, a cascade of black hair, and those eyes … those green eyes that had haunted me all night.

I paused the video, leaning closer to the screen. She was standing near the bar, sipping a glass of wine.

I watched her every move, trying to piece together the puzzle of who she was. She seemed confident, poised, but there was a hint of something else, something vulnerable, hidden just beneath the surface.

As the video progressed, I saw her disappear into the crowd. I fast-forwarded again, searching for her in the sea of faces. And then … there it was. The moment we’d met.

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