The Alpha's Secret Heir Chapter 19

I delayed my flight to New York.

I had to wait for the results from Alex's clinic personally.

The days became anxious and long.

Finally, on a clear afternoon after the snow had melted, I stood in the clinic and held the second paternity test report.

"I had a vasectomy. How is it possible... that this is my child?"

I stared stubbornly at the man in front of me, gripping the paper until my knuckles turned white.

That had been my firm belief all along.

Alex tried to explain it with medical theory. "You had the surgery five years ago. That's a long time. Werewolves have extremely strong self-healing abilities. The tissue can repair itself, reconnecting the vas deferens to form a channel..."

I couldn't hear the rest.

This realization completely shattered all my suspicion and arrogance.

A tsunami of panic drowned me.

I stared at the words on the report, breathing becoming incredibly difficult.

No.

Alex is lying.

Luca is so cruel. Why would he be willing to carry my child?

The fluorescent lights became blinding.

My eyes burned and throbbed. Suddenly, for the first time in years, I wanted to cry.

That wasn't my child.

They are all lying to me.

The little life that vanished in the winter night... it had nothing to do with me.

I stumbled out of the consultation room.

The smell of disinfectant in the hallway made my throat tighten.

The winter chill seeped into my body, thread by thread, but it couldn't drive away the scorching panic in my chest.

The sky outside was gray.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed Luca's number.

But the receiver only gave me the cold, mechanical response: "The number you have dialed is powered off."

I called again. And again. Stubbornly.

I needed to hear Luca say it himself.

Tell me you cheated.

Tell me the child I forced you to get rid of wasn't mine.

The fear in my eyes grew heavier, turning into tears that spilled from the corners of my eyes.

I was a pathetic mess.

Chloe found me at the clinic entrance.

Hearing my mumbling, she said the words she thought I wanted to hear.

"That's right, Dominic. That wasn't your child. I'll give you another one, okay?"

My trembling finger froze over the dial button.

My eyes red, I roared at her. "It was mine! That was my child!"

That was mine and Luca's child.

Chloe turned pale with fright. She stammered, "But... didn't you already get rid of it?"

I froze.

Suddenly, a delayed, sharp pain pierced my heart.

A bone-deep cold spread to my limbs.

I was shaking all over.

I was the one who ordered the death of my own child.