My Alpha Boss Is My Baby Daddy: The Secret Heirs

Jayden moved with terrifying speed. Before Diana could take another step toward the alley exit, his large, calloused hand shot out and slammed against her shoulder.

He spun her around and shoved her backward, trapping her against the freezing brick wall of the alley.

Before she could scream or push him away, he grabbed both of her slender wrists in one massive fist and pinned them firmly above her head. The cold, rough brick bit into her skin through her thin sleeves, making her gasp.

Jayden did not care about the wallet, the cash, or the black credit cards hiding under her coat. But the second he stepped directly into her personal space, his inner Biker Alpha wolf roared to life inside his chest.

Her unique, sweet human scent—wild jasmine mixed with the crisp tang of winter rain—hit his senses like a heavy physical blow.

It was the only scent in the entire universe that had ever managed to calm his chaotic, cursed beast during that poisoned, feverish night five years ago.

Jayden froze completely. His breath hitched as shock rippled through his massive frame.

The thief who had breached his high-society security, spilled wine across his suit, and pickpocketed his billfold was the exact same mysterious woman who had fled his bed at dawn half a decade ago.

Jayden’s eyes flashed with a dangerous, crimson wolf-glow that flared brightly behind the darkness of the alley. His chest heaved as his breath came out hot, heavy, and ragged against her pale neck.

"It's you," Jayden growled, his voice dropping into a terrifying, gravelly pitch that vibrated right through her bones. "You really thought you could run from me twice, sweet human?"

"Let me go!" Diana cried out, twisting her wrists desperately against his iron grip. "I don't care who you are! Just let me go!"

Jayden ignored her struggling completely. With his free hand, he unzipped her heavy coat and reached into her inner pockets to reclaim his property.

But his fingers did not hit leather first. Instead, he pulled out a crumpled manila folder hidden deep inside her coat lining.

He yanked the folder out and flipped it open under the dim yellow light of the streetlamp. Raindrops splattered across the official documents inside, but Jayden’s sharp wolf eyes quickly scanned the top page.

It was a final medical eviction notice from City General Hospital, stamped in bold, angry red ink: OVERDUE BALANCE: $10,000. EVICTION NOTICE EFFECTIVE MIDNIGHT.

Below the dark red stamp was a small photograph of a pale, fragile five-year-old boy with dark hair and striking features, labeled Lloyd Rosewood.

Jayden’s jaw clenched so hard his cheek muscles twitched violently. A dark, lethal storm flared in his crimson eyes as he stared from the small face in the photo to the desperate woman pinned beneath his body.

"What is this?" Jayden demanded, his voice dangerously low as he held up the crumpled file. "A five-year-old boy?"

"Give that back to me!" Diana sobbed, her motherly instincts flaring with wild intensity despite her fear. Tears mixed with the rain streaming down her face.

"That's my son! Lloyd is dying of leukemia, and they are turning him out into the cold in twenty minutes! That's why I took your money! I needed ten thousand dollars to save his life!"

Jayden’s mind raced as a wave of possessive, dark anger crashed over his mind. Five years ago, he had explicitly told her his cursed wolf made him sterile. He believed it was impossible for a human girl to bear his wolf bloodline.

That meant after she fled his bed five years ago, she had run into the arms of another man, slept with him, and borne his child while Jayden searched the entire continent for her.

The thought of another male touching her and giving her a child made Jayden's inner Alpha snarl with pure, feral jealousy. The air in the narrow alley grew suffocatingly tight as his dominant aura flared out in full force.

"A son?" Jayden growled, leaning down until his lips almost brushed her wet ear. "So the second you left my bed, you ran off to be with someone else?"

"No! There is no someone else!" Diana wept, shaking her head against the brick wall. "I don't have a husband! I don't have anyone! Please, Jayden! If you have any heart left in your body, just save my child! Lock me in jail after, but let him live!"

Jayden stared down at her trembling, tear-streaked face. Seeing her break down in complete terror broke the wild rage inside his chest, replacing it with a cold, possessive resolve.

His wolf hated the thought of another man's child, but it hated seeing her suffer even more.

"I don't give out free charity, little thief," Jayden murmured, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly, though he kept her pinned against his chest. "In my world, everything is an exchange. Something for something."

"What do you want?" Diana asked, her voice cracking as she looked up into his glowing eyes.