The Alpha’s affair

Five minutes earlier, Sophia had slipped into Dominic’s office. She found him slumped in his chair, asleep, his features heavy with exhaustion from endless work and stress. A sly smile curved her lips when she glanced at the door and noticed Ivy approaching.

An idea sparked in her mind. Without hesitation, Sophia unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slide from her shoulders, and then straddled Dominic’s lap. She tangled her fingers around his neck, pressing herself against him, making it appear as though something more was happening.

The door opened just in time.

Ivy walked in, her steps eager, the pregnancy test clutched tightly in her hand. But the moment her eyes landed on Dominic and Sophia, her world froze. Dominic’s half-naked secretary was draped across her husband’s lap, looking like they had been caught in the middle of something intimate.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ivy shouted, her voice breaking with fury.

She rushed forward without thinking, grabbing Sophia’s arm and yanking her away from Dominic. Sophia stumbled to the floor, her lips curling into a secret smirk before twisting her face into a mask of pain.

“Oh… Ivy, why did you push me?” Sophia cried, her voice trembling as if she were the victim.

Dominic stirred awake, blinking in confusion. His head was still foggy from sleep as he sat up. He looked from Ivy to Sophia on the ground.

“Ivy,” he muttered, his brows knitting, “what are you doing here?”

He quickly moved to Sophia’s side, crouching down beside her. “What did you do to Sophia?” he demanded.

Ivy’s mouth fell open in shock. Her chest tightened painfully as she stared at him, unable to believe the sight before her. “How long has this been going on?” she asked, her voice trembling with rage. “Is this why you don’t come home at night?”

Dominic’s face hardened. He stood tall and snapped, “I’ve told you a billion times, there is nothing going on between me and Sophia!”

“Nothing?” Ivy laughed bitterly, her hands shaking. “You call that nothing?” She pointed to the scene she had just walked in on.

Dominic’s voice rose, sharp and commanding. “Sophia has been staying up all night helping me with the funding. That’s it!”

“Helping you?” Ivy shot back. “In your lap?”

“Stop overreacting!” Dominic’s growl filled the room. His patience was gone, his temper frayed.

He turned to Sophia, who still clutched her shirt dramatically. “If Sophia hadn’t convinced the Nightfang Syndicate to help us, this entire pack would have been finished.”

At the mention of the name, Ivy’s blood ran cold. Her eyes widened. “Wait… wait. Did you just say Nightfang? But I was...”

Her words faltered, but Dominic wasn’t listening. His glare burned into her as he barked, “Apologize to Sophia. Now.”

“What?” Ivy’s voice cracked in disbelief. “You want your wife to apologize… to a homewrecker who staged a fall?”

Dominic ignored her protest, bending down and helping Sophia to her feet.

Sophia leaned against him, feigning weakness, her lips curling in satisfaction where Ivy couldn’t see.

Ivy’s rage boiled over. She stepped forward and raised her hand to slap Sophia across the face. But before her palm could land, Dominic caught her wrist midair, his grip iron-tight.

“Enough!” he roared.

He shoved her back with force. Ivy stumbled, her body crashing against the edge of the table. Pain exploded through her side as she crumpled to the ground.

Sophia, seeing the way Dominic reacted to Ivy, clutched her stomach suddenly and gasped. “Oh, Dominic, my stomach hurts so badly…” she whimpered before collapsing into his arms.

Dominic’s eyes widened. “Hang on, I’ll get you to the hospital.”

Without hesitation, he scooped Sophia up, carrying her out the door. Neither of them noticed the small folded paper Sophia deliberately let slip from her hand, letting it fall close to Ivy’s side as they left.

Ivy, bleeding and in pain on the cold ground, reached for the paper weakly. She unfolded it with trembling fingers. The words written there stabbed deeper than any wound:

“Ivy, I’m pregnant.”

Her heart shattered. The world around her blurred as tears filled her eyes. Her body gave in to the pain and despair, and she fainted.

When Ivy woke again, she was lying in a hospital bed. A doctor stood at her side, clipboard in hand. “You’re lucky,” he said gently. “A maid found you unconscious and called for help just in time.”

Ivy’s hand instinctively went to her stomach. Her voice cracked with fear. “How… How is my baby?”

The doctor gave a reassuring smile. “Your baby is fine. But you need to rest, you’ve lost a lot of blood.”

Relief washed over her, though her heart still ached.

Not long after, a familiar voice drifted from the other side of the room, separated by a thin curtain.

“The doctor said it’s gastritis again,” Dominic’s deep voice said.

Another voice, sweet and fragile, answered him. “I told you, you shouldn’t let me skip dinner.”

Ivy froze. Her blood ran cold. She pushed herself upright, tugging the IV stand beside her as she staggered to her feet.

Then she heard it again, Sophia’s voice, dripping with gratitude. “Ah, thank you so much for staying with me, Dominic. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Heart pounding, Ivy gripped the curtain and yanked it open.

There they were. Sophia reclined on the hospital bed, her head resting against Dominic’s shoulder. His arm was draped around her, though his expression looked more tired than tender. The moment Sophia saw Ivy, her eyes gleamed with malice, but she quickly masked it with a faint smile.

“Dominic,” she murmured, catching his hand and guiding it to her stomach. “I’m already feeling so much better now. Don’t worry.” She pressed his hand firmly against her belly, making it appear intimate.

Ivy’s world shattered all over again. “How could you do this to me, Dominic?” she cried, her voice shaking.

Dominic’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. Quickly, he pulled his hand away from Sophia’s stomach as if burned. “Ivy...”

But Sophia was faster. With a pitiful whimper, she caught his hand again, forcing it back onto her belly. “Don’t move, Dominic. Please, just stay with me.”

Ivy’s tears spilled. Her voice broke with rage and sorrow. “You let her have...”

Dominic cut her off with a harsh glare. “Ivy, what are you doing here? Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?”

The words stabbed her harder than the fall ever had. Her face was drained of color. “You’re not even going to ask me… why am I in the hospital?”

Before Dominic could answer, Sophia let out a sudden cough, weak and dramatic.

“Dominic…” she whispered faintly, “I’m not feeling so well.”

He turned back to her instantly, worry etched on his face. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

Sophia shook her head, her lips trembling as though she were suffering. “Oh, God… I haven’t been able to keep anything down all week. Do you think…” She glanced toward Ivy with a sly smile. “Do you think Ivy could make me some soup? I heard she’s such an amazing cook.”

Dominic looked straight at Ivy, his tone sharp and commanding. “Of course. Ivy, you heard her. Can you make some soup and bring it back as soon as possible?”