Page 5 of Surprise Baby for My Fated Alpha

I watched as she bumped into me, spilling my drink all over my shirt. Even on the screen, the chemistry between us was undeniable. I saw the way she’d looked up at me, the way her hands had fluttered nervously as she tried to clean up the mess.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen as I watched it unfold, the memory of it still fresh in my mind.

I watched the footage until the very end, hoping to catch one last glimpse of her, but she never reappeared. She’d slipped away into the night, leaving me with nothing but a memory and a burning need to find her.

Just as I was about to call Jake and have him start looking for her, my phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t Jake. It was my business partner, Robert.

“Orion, we’ve got a problem,” he said, his voice tense.

“What now?” I asked, rubbing a hand over my face.

“It’s about the fire. We’ve got a lead. I think you’ll want to see this.”

I sat up straighter, my exhaustion forgotten. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

I hung up and grabbed my coat, my mind racing. The fire had been bad enough, but now there was a lead! I needed answers, and I needed them fast.

But as I headed out the door, Luna’s face flashed in my mind again.

I shook my head, trying to focus. There would be time to find her later. Right now, I had a fire to put out—literally and figuratively.

But deep down, I knew that no matter what happened next, I wouldn’t rest until I found her. Something told me that she was more than just a fleeting attraction. She was a key to something much bigger. Something that could change everything.

The drive to Robert’s office felt like a blur. My thoughts kept bouncing between the fire and Luna, and the strange pull I couldn’t shake. It was like being caught between two storms, both demanding my full attention.

When I finally arrived, Robert was waiting for me. His expression was grim, and I knew right away that whatever he had to show me wasn’t good.

“Orion,” he greeted me, his voice tight. “You’re not going to like this.”

“Just show me,” I said, my patience wearing thin. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

Robert led me to his desk and pulled up a series of images on his computer. They were grainy, taken from surveillance cameras around the seaport. But one thing stood out immediately: a figure in a dark hoodie, moving through the shadows just moments before the fire started.

“Who is that?” I asked, my eyes narrowing as I studied the footage.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Robert replied. “We’ve run it through facial recognition, but so far, nothing’s come up. Whoever it was, they knew exactly what they were doing. They disabled several of the cameras before setting the fire. This one … we only got lucky because it was hidden.”

I stared at the figure on the screen, my mind racing. Whoever had done this wasn’t just trying to hurt my business. This was personal. And I needed to find out why.

“Keep digging,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “I want to know who this is. And when we find them …”

Robert nodded, understanding the unspoken threat in my words. He knew as well as I did that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

By noon, the news about the fire outbreak had spread, thanks to the press.

The day had been nothing short of chaos, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Amanda, my personal assistant, dropped a bombshell. Quitting out of the blue, with no explanation—no notice—just a message and a resignation letter on my desk. The timing was too coincidental, too suspicious, especially with everything else going on.

Feeling very frustrated, I decided to return to my estate. I stood in the kitchen, watching my daughter, Miranda, as she sat at the table, her phone in hand, but her attention clearly on me.

“Amanda quit,” I finally said, breaking the silence.

Miranda looked up, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Amanda? Your assistant? Why?”

I shook my head, frustration lacing my voice. “She didn’t say much. Just that her mom is sick and she has no one to take care of her. Left the letter on my desk and disappeared. No calls, no further explanation. It’s completely out of character for her.”

Miranda put her phone down, her face thoughtful. “That’s strange … Do you think it’s connected to the fire?”

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to make sense of it all. “I don’t know. But the timing … it’s too much of a coincidence. First the fire, now this? Something’s going on, and I don’t like it.”

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