My Alpha Boss Is My Baby Daddy: The Secret Heirs

The Grand Venetian Ballroom glittered with massive crystal chandeliers. Billionaires, high-ranking pack elders, and corrupt politicians moved across the polished marble floor. They laughed behind diamond masks while servers poured expensive champagne.

Diana Rosewood did not care about the luxury around her. She only looked at the gold clock on the wall. It was 11:15 PM, which meant she had forty-five minutes left before her entire world fell apart.

Diana smoothed down the front of her white catering apron. Her heart beat fast against her ribs, and her thin fingers trembled from pure exhaustion. Under her golden lace mask, her pale skin was wet with cold sweat.

If she did not pay $10,000 to the hospital before midnight, they were going to kick her five-year-old son, Lloyd, out of his room. Lloyd had severe leukemia and was coughing up blood this morning. The cold hospital board did not care about a sick child; they only cared about cash.

Every time she looked at the clock, her mind flashed back to a dark night five years ago. She was drugged and trapped in a masked room with a wild stranger who had glowing silver-amber eyes.

He was fighting a feral wolf curse inside his body, gripping her tight in the dark while whispering a bitter warning: "My wolf is cursed, sweet human... my dick is completely useless for making heirs."

He had been so sure of his words, yet nine months later, Diana secretly gave birth to twin boys. Her greedy adopted parents sold one baby at birth to pay off pack debts, leaving Diana alone to raise Lloyd on the rough outer edges of the city.

Tonight, Diana was working under her dead cousin's identity, wearing a nametag that read "CHERRY."

If security caught her, she would go to jail, and if her abusive family found her, they would steal her money again. But she needed ten thousand dollars before midnight, and she was out of options.

"Cherry! Stop standing around!" the head caterer yelled, shoving a fresh bottle of wine onto her tray. "Take this to table four! The Obsidian Iron Pack is hosting tonight, and their Alpha kills clumsy workers."

Diana swallowed her fear and nodded quietly. She walked out into the crowd and searched for a rich target with her sharp street instincts.

Suddenly, the air in the room grew heavy and cold. The loud party chatter died down instantly as a scary aura filled the entire ballroom. At the center of the VIP section stood Jayden Malachi.

He was huge, tall, and muscular, wearing a tailored Italian suit with dark leather details on the jacket. He was the billionaire CEO of Malachi Holdings and the feared "Biker Alpha" King of the Obsidian Iron Pack.

A sharp black mask covered his upper face, but it did not hide his strong jaw or his glowing silver-amber eyes. Dark tattoos crept up his thick neck, disappearing into his black hair.

Diana stopped breathing as a sudden shock passed through her chest. Why does he feel so familiar? she thought, staring at his glowing eyes.

She shook her head and forced the thought away. She was just a poor mother trying to save her dying boy, and Jayden was a lethal ruler.

She watched Jayden reach into his inner jacket pocket to pull out a thick black leather wallet and hand a gold card to an elder.

When he slid the wallet back into his suit, Diana saw the thick outline against the fine wool. That wallet held black credit cards and stacks of hundred-dollar bills.

That is my target, Diana thought. Her body screamed at her to run away from this dangerous wolf, but the image of her sick little boy kept her feet moving.

She put her tray on a side table, grabbed two full glasses of red wine, and glided through the crowd like a quiet ghost until she was standing right behind Jayden.

Jayden turned his back to answer a question, giving her the perfect opening.

Diana intentionally tripped her foot on the edge of a heavy rug, letting out a soft gasp as she fell forward. She slammed right into Jayden’s broad back, which felt like hitting a solid wall of iron.

His strong scent hit her nose—dark wood, rain, and fresh leather—making her mind flash back to that stormy night five years ago.

Focus! she scolded herself.

As the dark red wine spilled all over Jayden’s white shirt and custom suit jacket, Diana acted. Her thin fingers dipped into his open jacket pocket with expert skill.

She hooked the heavy leather wallet with two fingers and slid it into her apron fold in less than a second.

"I am so sorry! I am so clumsy!" Diana cried out, pulling out a napkin and dabbing at his wet chest.

The VIP section went completely silent. Guards froze in shock, and socialites gasped. Nobody touched the Biker Alpha King and lived.

Jayden did not move at first. Slowly, he turned his massive body around and looked down at her small frame.

His silver-amber eyes burned through his black mask as he breathed in deep, pulling her scent into his lungs. It was sweet jasmine mixed with fresh winter rain.

Jayden froze completely as his inner wolf roared with sudden fury and joy. THE HUMAN FROM FIVE YEARS AGO! IT IS HER!

Diana felt his terrifying energy shift. His eyes glowed like bright fire in the dark room, and a dangerous, possessive heat rolled off his body. Panic hit Diana like a strike of lightning.

"Please forgive me, sir! I will pay for the dry cleaning!" she squeaked. She pinned the stolen wallet against her hip under her apron, turned on her heel, and ran into the thick crowd.

His second-in-command, Jax, stepped up with a dark scowl, his hand resting near his gun. "Alpha! That temp just attacked you with wine. Should I have security grab her?"

"No," Jayden murmured, his low voice vibrating with a dangerous dark energy. He slowly reached into his inner suit jacket—and realized his heavy leather wallet was gone.

His silver-amber eyes flared bright behind his mask. The little mouse hadn't just spilled wine on him. She had used the spill as a distraction to pickpocket him in broad daylight.

A dark, amused smirk played on his lips.

"Cancel security," Jayden ordered, peeling off his wet suit jacket and tossing it casually to Jax. "Tell the boys to clear the back alley. My little thief thinks she got away... and I am going to hunt her down myself.”