My Alpha Boss Is My Baby Daddy: The Secret Heirs

Jayden pulled out his smartphone. The sharp blue glare of the screen lit up his harsh, handsome face in the dark rain.

With easy, dominant grace, his long fingers tapped the glass three times. He sent a direct fifty-thousand-dollar wire transfer straight from his private accounts into the electronic billing system of the hospital.

A high-pitched chime sounded from his phone, confirming the cleared transfer.

The red eviction flag on Lloyd’s medical record vanished instantly. It was replaced by a platinum VIP badge that guaranteed full access to the top specialists in the city.

Standing against the cold, wet bricks, Diana felt a rush of sheer relief mixed with terror.

Her knees buckled beneath her as the crushing weight on her lungs finally lifted. Lloyd was safe. The heartless hospital board would not turn her tiny boy out into the freezing night. He would get his medicine and his warm bed.

Yet, as she watched Jayden slip the leather ledger back into his coat, the terrifying reality sank in.

She had signed her freedom away. She had placed her life into the iron grip of the most ruthless Alpha King in the city.

Jayden stepped closer, closing the space between them until his massive chest pressed against her shoulder.

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her cold ear, sending a sharp shiver down her spine.

"Listen to me very carefully, sweet thief," Jayden whispered in a low, dark voice that vibrated through her skin.

"If you try to run from me again, if you lie to my face, or if you fail to answer my call on the first ring... the medical funding stops instantly. The hospital will cut off your son's treatment within the hour, and your arrest warrant will go live across the entire state."

Diana swallowed hard, her throat feeling bone-dry despite the rain hitting her lips.

She could only nod weakly, completely trapped in the cage he had built around her in just a few minutes.

"You think you saved your boy tonight, and you did," Jayden murmured.

His large fingers gently traced her wet jawline, tilting her pale face up so her tear-filled eyes had to meet his glowing silver-amber gaze. "But you belong to me now. Every breath you take, every step you make, and every beat of your heart is under my authority."

He turned toward the street and raised two fingers in a silent signal.

A sleek, blacked-out car pulled smoothly to the curb. The heavy passenger door opened automatically, revealing a plush, warm leather interior.

"My driver will take you straight to the hospital so you can see your boy tonight," Jayden ordered, his tone cold and unyielding.

"Spend the night by his bedside. Kiss him goodbye in the morning. Because at six o'clock sharp tomorrow, my car will be waiting outside the hospital to bring you straight to Malachi Tower. Your new life begins the exact moment the clock strikes six."

Diana looked up at his terrifying face, her chest heaving with soft sobs.

"Six o'clock," she whispered, her voice cracking over the sound of the storm. "I'll be ready."

Jayden did not offer another word. He turned and walked away with powerful grace toward his black motorcycle.

He swung his long leg over the heavy machine, pulled his black helmet over his dark hair, and kicked the roaring engine to life.

The thunderous motor echoed through the alley, shaking the damp brick walls.

Diana stood frozen by the open car door, watching in heavy silence as he revved the engine. The bike's massive tire splashed through the dark puddles as he shot out of the alley, disappearing into the rainy night and leaving her alone with his waiting driver.