Hiding The Baby From The Alpha Who Hates Me
One night, all they shared was one night, but it led to the single lie that destroyed her life.
Sarina Dawson was nothing more than a forgotten half-breed until the night she was framed, drugged, and thrown into the bed of the most powerful Alpha alive, Alpha Leonard Kane.
He believed she had schemed to trap him so he cast her aside without a second glance and by morning, she had lost everything.
Banished, broken and alone.
But Sarina didn't leave empty-handed, she carried a secret.
A child with silver-grey eyes... the heir of the Alpha who despised her.
Two years later, she's built a quiet life far from the pack, hiding among humans, determined to protect her son at all costs until fate drags him back into her world.
Alpha Kane arrives closer than ever, more dangerous than ever and this time, he's searching for a wife... and an heir, and she is determined to keep her child away from him.
But secrets don't stay buried forever. And before he can lose her for eternity, will he claim her as his mate, or destroy her all over again?
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Chapter 1
The music from the gala downstairs throbbed faintly through the walls, a distant echo of laughter and clinking glasses, mocking the chaos unfolding in Beta Simon's private room.
"Dad, you have to do something," Sarina's voice trembled, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Emily is planning to drug Alpha Kane's drink. She wants to..."
A sharp crack suddenly split the air. Pain exploded across her cheek as her head snapped to the side. For a moment, all Sarina could hear was ringing.
"Oh yeah?" her father said coldly.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze, Beta Simon stood before her, a sharp calculation dancing in his eyes.
"You little waste," he spat. "So what if that's what Emily plans? At least she's trying to pay off my debt."
Sarina's breath hitched.
"The Alpha has been closed off ever since his wife died," he continued, pacing. "No woman has caught his attention. But if Emily succeeds..." His lips curled. "He'll have no choice but to marry her."
Her stomach dropped.
"And when that happens," he added, his voice lowering, "we will gain access to everything. Don't you dare try to ruin this." he warned sternly with a finger pointed at her face.
A soft giggle broke through the tension. Sarina turned her head slowly to see Emily leaning lazily against the wall, arms folded, amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Do you actually still have a crush on the Alpha?" Emily mocked. "That's pathetic."
Sarina swallowed hard, a faint red color rising onto her cheeks at the mention of her crush on the alpha. For years she'd only dared to look at him from afar but never went close, she knew she could never dream of having him, but she just couldn't bear to stand aside and watch Emily scheme against him for her own selfish reasons.
"You're just a half-breed," Emily continued, stepping closer. "Born from some random human woman. You're nothing in this pack." Her lips curled. "The Alpha doesn't even know you exist."
Each word struck her deeper than the slap her father had just dealt her, But Sarina stayed silent, she always did, because what else could she do?
She had been left on this doorstep by her own mother like unwanted baggage. Raised not as a daughter but as a servant, a mistake her father tolerated. As for love...she doubts he ever felt it for her at all.
"But Dad..." she tried to reason with him again, her voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't possibly think he could just deceive the alpha and actually succeed. He could be killed if the alpha caught on to their plans.
"Enough!" Beta Simon snapped, cutting her off sharply. "If you have any sense of gratitude, you'll keep your mouth shut."
Sarina's chest tightened, though she had never felt love from her father, she would never be able to bear it if he was harmed in any way. Alpha Leonard Kane wasn't one to mess with, he was a very dangerous man.
"You always try to be a good daughter, don't you?" her father added, his voice deceptively calm. "Now it's time to prove it."
A chill crept down her spine at his words, she could see the flash of greed in his eyes, she instantly knew that whatever he wanted to make her do was something she would not like.
"What... do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice small despite her effort to sound steady.
Emily's smile widened. "Oh, it's simple." She stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
"Alpha Jones from the Moonstone pack just arrived," she said casually. "And as we all know..." Her gaze flicked over Sarina with cruel intent. "He loves beautiful girls."
Sarina's blood ran cold at the mention of that man. He was a disgusting predator who shamelessly lusted over younger girls. Her father surely wasn't planning to make her go to him right?
"And Dad recently found out that he has a particular taste..." Emily continued,
"Virgins," she finished softly.
"No..." Sarina shook her head, backing away. "No, Dad-please-"
"This is a deal worth millions," Beta Simon cut in smoothly. "Not to mention we would get Moonstone Pack's support."
Sarina's eyes filled with panic, they weren't asking her to go to him, they had already decided to give her to him.
"You should be honored," Emily added mockingly. "Finally, you'd have some use for this family. Good thing you're still a virgin, he will happily do whatever we want after he has tasted you."
Sarina couldn't even think about being anywhere near that disgusting man not to mention being given to him.
"No! I won't-"
The door suddenly burst open before she could finish voicing her protest, a guard stepped in immediately.
"Grab her." her father commanded.
Strong hands seized Sarina before she could react, she struggled wildly. "Let me go! Dad, please-!"
Her father didn't even look at her as he gave the order, "Do it."
Emily stepped closer, something gleaming in her hand.
Sarina's breath hitched. "What is that-"
Emily suddenly plunged a needle into her thigh.
"Ah...!" A sharp cry tore from her lips as pain flared.
A strange heat suddenly consumed her immediately.
"This," Emily whispered into her ear, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "will make sure you're... cooperative."
Sarina's body trembled, her breathing turning heavy, tears slowly blurring her deep green eyes.
"You'll be begging him by the end of the night," Emily added softly. "Like the desperate little whore you are."
"Take her to room 104," Beta Simon ordered.
The guard nodded. "Yes."
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The world blurred, she was lifted by strong arms, carried like a sack of rice, She barely registered being dragged down the corridor.
The Blue Moon gala was a distant sound in her ears as the guard took her into a room, the sound of the door slamming behind her as the guard tossed her onto the bed.
Heat consumed her, her skin burned and her breath came in shallow gasps as something foreign twisted inside her-something that wasn't hers.
Minutes passed or maybe seconds, she couldn't tell.
Then the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly floated into her ears outside the door.
Her heart slammed violently against her chest.
"No..." she whispered, trying to move, to crawl, to escape, but her limbs refused to cooperate. She couldn't just stay here till that man came to violate her.
The handle turned and the door opened then heavy footsteps entered coming closer and closer.
This was it.
Tears blurred her vision as she forced her head up.
"I... I won't-"
A strangled groan suddenly cut her off. Sarina froze.
The man who stumbled into the room wasn't what she expected.
He was taller than the way she remembered alpha Jones, broader. Power radiated from him like a storm barely contained.
This was no soft, bloated predator, this was someone else entirely, someone dangerous, someone... terrifying.
He staggered forward, gripping the wall. Sarina's breath caught.
Her voice came out as a whisper.
"Alpha... Kane?"
Alpha Kane lifted his head, his eyes locked onto hers.
They were a dark silver color, sharp, predatory.
"Who are you?" he growled, his voice low and lethal.
Sarina flinched.
"I-I'm..." She hesitated, her instincts screaming at her not to reveal herself. "You're not supposed to be here."
His eyes narrowed.
"You're supposed to be with Emily," she added weakly, confusion slipping through her fear.
For a second, something flickered across his face, then he staggered, he reached for the bed and missed.
His weight crashed into her, knocking the breath from her lungs as they both fell back onto the mattress.
Sarina gasped.
His body pressed against hers-hotter than hers, somehow, stronger.
Overwhelming.
Her heart raced wildly.
"Alpha..." she whispered, her hands betraying her, as she gripped his shirt instead of pushing him away. Something strange was happening to her body, she was feeling hot...too hot. Her throat felt dry and a tight need was knotting in her lower belly.
A low growl rumbled from his chest.
"Something's wrong," he muttered, his breath hot against her neck it made small hair rise on her skin.
Sarina swallowed hard, her heart thundering. She had never been this close to the alpha before, his scent permeated her senses, masculine and hot, like burnt oak and smoke all doused in whiskey.
'Th-they drugged him too...?' she thought, realization dawning on her.
His grip on her tightened, his breathing heavy and his eyes flashed dangerously.
Their gazes locked and all of a sudden it felt like the air around them shifted. "You..." His lips moved and he stared at her intently with deep grey eyes. "You are so beautiful."
Sarina gasped when his rough fingers pushed a strand of her hair aside. That single touch made a sharp, charged tingle that felt like electrical currents shoot through her whole body. Unable to control it, she leaned into his touch.
This was wrong, she realized, so wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it, couldn't bring herself to push him away or stop the way his eyes drank her in like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. He traced a drawled touch down her neck, pushing the blonde strands on her hair aside, his fingers dancing over the opening of her shirt right over her cleavage.
Sarina's pulse spiked as the heat in her body flared even hotter under his touch.
"You feel hot..." he murmured, his lips slowly moving closer until his mouth closed over her neck. She gasped as he sucked her skin into his mouth, his hot tongue lapping until a moan slipped past her lips. Sarina could feel control slowly slipping away.
"I can't..." she whispered helplessly.
He growled, lower this time, more dangerous, thick with uncontrollable desire and heat.
His control was slipping too, his hands found hers, locking their fingers together tightly.
Outside, the music swelled.
Inside, fate took a sharp, irreversible turn.
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7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen.
And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.
9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.
8.6
For two years, I was trapped behind my own eyes, a prisoner in my own skull.
A crazed fan had hijacked my body after a brutal car crash, wearing my skin like a cheap suit.
When my soul finally locked back into my flesh in a cramped hospital room, I realized she had destroyed everything I built.
This parasitic stalker had drained my massive fortune to zero, buying luxury gifts for a mediocre actor and turning me into the internet's most hated woman.
My phone was flooded with death threats, and the hashtag demanding I go to hell was trending at number one.
Even the hospital nurses despised me. One marched into my room, raising her hand to violently slap my pale cheek.
"You psychotic bitch, you make me sick!"
Worse, my sprawling Beverly Hills estate had been foreclosed and sold to a mysterious billionaire named Kasey Dominguez.
I had absolutely nothing left. No money. No reputation. No home.
The sheer violation of watching a psychotic stranger ruin my life while I was locked in the passenger seat of my own mind made my blood boil.
I refused to let her destroy my legacy.
As the nurse's hand descended, my atrophied muscles snapped into action.
I twisted her wrist until the joint popped, grabbed the keys to my freedom, and slipped out into the cold Los Angeles night.
I was going to take my life back, starting with the billionaire who thought he owned my house.
7.4
I stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, hoping this tiny heartbeat would finally save my cold, three-year marriage to Kayson Logan.
But when he returned from his long business trip, he brought the sweet scent of another woman's perfume, a brutal assault, and a divorce agreement.
The financial settlement was entirely under the name of his first love, Alyce Murray.
He tossed a box of Plan B onto the table, staring at me with absolute disgust.
"Take it. If you try to get pregnant behind my back, you will walk away with nothing, and you will never see that child."
The next day, I saw him at the maternity clinic, carefully guarding a pregnant Alyce as if she were made of glass.
His family mocked me for being a barren, pathetic loser, cheering as I was kicked out of the house.
He didn't hate children. He just hated the idea of having one with me.
My three years of devotion were nothing but a joke. He even ordered his men to hunt down the legendary underground surgeon—my hidden alter ego—just to save Alyce's complicated pregnancy.
Why should I risk my life to save the woman who destroyed my marriage?
I spat out the pill he forced me to take and signed the divorce papers without a second thought.
I smashed the multi-million-dollar diamond ring he gave me right at his sister's feet.
"Keep the garbage bought by a man who sleeps with other women."
Then, I walked away, ready to embrace my true identity and protect my baby alone.
9.1
Eleonora woke up in the hospital, still feeling the terrifying weightlessness of her own suicide.
She realized her chilling nightmare was actually a prophecy: she was destined to be the tragic, disposable villain, while her adopted sister Addisyn was the beloved protagonist.
On the day of her discharge, her father abandoned her to celebrate Addisyn's eighteenth birthday.
When Eleonora dragged her recovering body back to her family estate, she found her biometric access wiped and her home turned into a chaotic nightclub.
Addisyn had taken over the master bedroom and was wearing Eleonora's late mother's priceless sapphire necklace.
When Eleonora coldly demanded her property back, Addisyn squeezed out fake tears and played the pitiful victim.
Instantly, Eleonora's childhood fiancé and lifelong friends stepped up to shield Addisyn.
They scolded Eleonora for being cruel and classless, demanding she sleep in the guest room so she wouldn't ruin the party.
Downstairs, the elite guests mocked her as a crazy, jealous freak who was bullying her sweet sister.
In her nightmare, their blind devotion to this manipulative parasite had driven Eleonora to jump off a skyscraper.
She was the sole legal heir to the Carlisle estate, yet they expected her to quietly hand over her home, her mother's legacy, and her life to a thief.
But Eleonora was no longer a victim.
She pulled out the irrevocable trust documents, proving her absolute ownership, and looked at her loyal butler.
"Cut the power," she ordered coldly. "Throw every single trespasser out the gates."
8.3
For three years, Adriene Rodgers gave up her brilliant Wall Street career to be the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Dallin Morales.
But one night, she overheard him talking to his lawyer, a confession that shattered her world.
"Adriene is exactly what I need her to be. A perfect social shield to keep the cameras busy so Elaina can live in peace."
Elaina was his late brother's widow. Dallin coldly admitted that touching his wife made him physically sick, and he only stomached it by closing his eyes and thinking of Elaina.
From that moment, the nightmare escalated. Elaina framed Adriene at every turn—slashing Adriene's beloved dog to death and throwing herself into a pool to play the victim. Dallin blindly believed the widow. He shoved Adriene so hard she cracked her head open on the marble deck, leaving her bleeding on the ground while he tenderly carried Elaina away.
The ultimate betrayal came when Adriene's father went into sudden cardiac failure. Desperate, she begged Dallin for the life-saving hospital funds.
Instead, Dallin ruthlessly froze every single one of her bank accounts.
"Go get on your knees and apologize to Elaina. Do that, and I will unfreeze your cards."
Standing in the freezing rain while Dallin's Rolls-Royce sped off to comfort Elaina's fake panic attack, Adriene's heart finally turned to ice. How could she have wasted three years of devotion on a man who would use her dying father as a bargaining chip for a manipulative parasite?
She didn't shed another tear. After borrowing money to save her father, she secretly signed the divorce papers and left them in a Hermès anniversary box on his desk. Then, she pulled out her old resume and sent it directly to his biggest corporate rivals. The submissive wife was dead, and it was time to burn his empire to the ground.