The Alpha's Secret Heir Chapter 16

I drove back to the estate at ten in the evening.

The snow was so heavy it caused a traffic jam. The constant honking on the overpass had grated on my nerves the entire way home.

But when I arrived, the house was silent.

I called Luca, but the phone didn't connect. I assumed he was throwing a tantrum.

After what happened, I figured I could be generous. I’d give him two days to calm down.

The bedroom felt empty and cold. The stubborn scent of herbal medicine still lingered in the air, refusing to fade.

I didn't find it unpleasant. It was a habit.

Just like I had gotten used to the smell of herbs seeping from Luca’s pores.

Just like I had gotten used to this twisted, broken marriage.

Things had been resolved perfectly according to my plan.

Finally, I could put aside my anger and actually think about the last few days.

It was just a child.

Seeing how pitiful and stubborn Luca had been, maybe I could make a concession.

When I returned from New York after the New Year, I could go for a reversal surgery.

I would make this game fair again.

But letting him go? Absolutely not.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

It was a message from Mason, who had been by my side for years. He said he couldn't book a return flight yet and needed to delay a few days.

I typed a simple "Mm."

He probed further. "I hope Chloe didn't cause you any trouble these past few days? I blame my old eyes for booking the ticket under her name."

I didn't reply.

It was a trivial matter I was too lazy to care about.

Besides, I had my own agenda. Whether it was allowing Chloe's intrusion, the coat draped over her shoulders, or the temporary mark—they were all tools to punish Luca.

I tossed my phone onto the table.

Outside, the wind howled through the white void.

Something fell off the desk.

I reached out my long arm and picked it up. It was a calendar.

It was covered in dense markings.

Heats and ruts.

Conception rates are highest during heats. Luca came to me during almost every heat cycle.

Whether we did anything depended entirely on my mood.

In the end, Luca usually had to survive it with a suppressant shot.

The last time we slept together was two months ago. October 27th.

I remembered it clearly.

Luca had worn a white shirt, his wet hair covering those silent black eyes.

I had been drinking, and my Alpha instincts took over, making me lose control.

An eight-week-old fetus...

I frowned as my slow thoughts began to connect.

The surveillance video of him leaving the hotel was from October 20th.

That was exactly one week before I went on my business trip.

The timeline was blurry. It was only a difference of a week.

Deep down, I actually knew the truth.

Years ago, Luca and Julian only had a professional relationship.

That playboy had many lovers, and as his assistant, Luca’s job was to deal with the Omegas Julian wanted to get rid of.

But the moment I saw that video, anger had blinded me.

I hadn't found out which Alpha Luca had actually slept with yet. But I needed evidence to slap him in the face with.

So, I used the video.

I stood on the moral high ground in the most despicable way possible.

I stared at the calendar for a moment, then called Alex at the clinic.

He had kept a vial of Luca’s blood, originally intended to test for the cheating partner's DNA.

But now, it had a different use.

"Check something for me," I said. "Find out exactly how many weeks along Luca was."

Luca claimed it was eight weeks, which matched the time before I left perfectly.

But as a hunter who had survived in the business world for years, I only believed in objective facts.