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 2
His control snapped...
From the moment he stumbled into this room and saw the frail looking but drop dead gorgeous blonde woman on that bed, something inside him had instantly pressed him to claim her.
Her green eyes seemed to draw him in, even more so her scent that smelled like fresh lilies in morning due.
'Who is this woman? Why am I feeling such a strange pull to her?'
Alpha Kane dragged her closer, his restraint dissolving like it had never existed. His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him as if distance itself was unbearable.
Sarina's breath hitched.
Her heart pounded wildly, loud enough she was sure he could hear it. But she didn't push him away.
She couldn't.
Maybe it was the drug.
Maybe it was the years of quiet, foolish admiration she had buried deep inside her for the alpha. All those years of secretly watching him from the distance, quietly nursing a stupid little crush for someone who didn't even know she existed.
Or maybe...
Maybe it was the way her body didn't recoil. Not like it had when she thought it would be Alpha Jones walking through that door.
His lips hovered over hers closely and the fire inside her burned even hotter, it flared but she fought with all her might to resist the effects of that drug Emily injected her with.
"I don't know who you are..." he murmured, his voice rough, strained. "But let me love you... just for tonight."
There was something raw in his tone. Not just desire, desperation, vulnerability. It broke through her fear, broke through the restraint she was working hard to hold onto.
Sarina nodded almost immediately.
"Okay..." The whisper slipped through her lips ever so softly and that was all he needed.
His mouth crashed against hers, and the world seemed to have disappeared.
Heat surged between them, overwhelming and consuming. His kiss wasn't gentle, but it wasn't cruel either. It was urgent, like he was holding onto something slipping through his fingers.
His mouth felt hot and soft at the same time, tongue slipping through her lips making a soft moan rumble in her throat.
Sarina clung to him instinctively, she had never been kissed like this before, it felt like fire was consuming her whole body, that strange spark came sharper, blazing through everywhere he touched her.
It shot through her chest, stealing her breath.
Alpha Kane stilled for a fraction of a second. His grip tightened.
She could see in his eyes that he felt it too.
Her lips had tasted as soft as berries, he had never felt this way kissing a woman before. She was hot yet inexperienced that he had to guide her mouth to follow the rhythm of his kiss until he felt that sharp spark.
'What is this feeling?'
He stopped, gazing into her dreamy green eyes, they were moist, filled up with a sheen of desire that he also felt ten times hotter than hers. Since he set eyes on this woman, he felt like he couldn't look away.
Not even with his late wife had he ever felt something this intense... this immediate.
This...
This felt like a mate bond.
But that couldn't be...this woman couldn't be his mate. He had never once found his fated mate since he had decided to choose his previous wife as his mate.
Leonard kissed her again just to feel that spark, it burned, singed, deliciously and coiled all the way to his heart.
No, this wasn't the mate bond...this was just another effect from whatever had been in that drink he had at the party.
He couldn't control his desire, she melted beneath him, face flushed as he slowly led his erection towards her entrance, the sleek feeling of wetness made his eyes roll back as he entered her...he was too far gone in the bliss to register the momentary obstruction or the slightly pained gasp she released in that moment.
"It hurts." She whispered dazedly.
"Shh...I'll make it better."
Somewhere within the haze, he kissed her pain away, gently, gentler than he'd ever been with any other woman.
He couldn't get enough of her, even after he reached the first release, the second, the third...
Somewhere along the line it was no longer that strange intoxication driving him anymore, it was a new obsession and hunger for this woman. A hunger that couldn't be satisfied... eventually he seemed to have tired her out as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
He found himself kissing her everywhere, the strange desire to worship her, until slowly he fell asleep peacefully lulled by her addictive scent.
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Hours later, silence filled the room.
Sarina lay curled against a strong and hard body, her head resting lightly against his chest. His arm was still draped around her, his breathing deep and steady.
For a moment, just a moment, it felt safe.
Until...
BANG!
The door slammed open.
Sarina jolted upright, panic crashing into her as reality came rushing back.
Distant voices suddenly flooded the room.
"Dad, how could you do this?!" Emily's voice rang out, sharp with anger. "Sarina was brought into the Alpha's room instead?! That creep alpha Jones almost had his way with me, luckily I tricked him into falling asleep and escaped!"
"Fuck!" Beta Simon cursed under his breath. "I gave that guard the wrong key."
Sarina's stomach dropped.
Wrong key?
So that was how she ended up with the alpha last night?
The alpha... realization slammed into her and all the memories of the way he touched her last night came crashing back.
Her thoughts spiraled as she glanced back at the man beside her. He was beautiful, every rigidly handsome part of his face irresistible, but she knew last night would never had happened if he wasn't under the influence of that drug Emily gave him.
He stirred and panic shot through Sarina's heart.
"Dad, fix this!" Emily hissed urgently at the very same moment...
Alpha Kane's eyes snapped open. His grey eyes were sharp, alert, and his aura felt infinitely dangerous.
The air shifted instantly into something cold and deadly.
"Alpha Kane!" Beta Simon rushed forward, his tone suddenly filled with false panic. "I'm so sorry! It seems my daughter Sarina played a dirty trick here tonight."
Sarina's head whipped toward him.
What...?
"Emily and I only found out too late," he continued smoothly. "We rushed here as soon as we could, but it seems..." He sighed dramatically. "It's already too late."
The Alpha sat up slowly, his expression hardened as his gaze swept the room landing finally on Sarina who was in bed next to him.
Sarina hoped...hoped that by some miracle he would feel whatever connection they'd had last night again, but the cold detachment in his eyes told her otherwise.
"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice cold, and authoritative.
Emily stepped forward immediately.
"Sarina has been lusting after your wealth for years, Alpha Kane." Emily said with disgust. "I never thought she'd go this far."
Sarina stared at her step-sister in disbelief.
"She drugged your drink," Emily continued, venom dripping from every word. "Just so she could spend the night with you and trap you into marriage."
"No...!" Sarina's voice broke as she scrambled forward. "I didn't! Please, Alpha Kane, it was..."
"You drugged me?" His growl cut through her words like a blade. He looked at her as if suddenly realizing why he had felt something for her last night.
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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.