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 3
"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.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly, bringing a chilling coldness, as cold as his frigid expression.
"It wasn't me!" she pleaded desperately. "My father and Emily, they were trying to use you to pay off his debts! I don't even know how we ended up in the same-"
"Enough!"
The word slammed into her like a physical force. His eyes were dark, so dark she could feel his rage radiating in the air she breathed.
Those eyes that had gazed at her so sweetly, so gently last night were now filled with something she had never wanted directed at her.
Disgust.
"You disgust me." He growled menacingly, disappointment laced in his tone.
Sarina froze, her chest tightened painfully.
He stood up grabbing his clothes and pulling them on with sharp, efficient movements.
Each second felt like a lifetime.
"Alpha Kane..." she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks.
He didn't hesitate.
"I don't ever want to see your face again," he said coldly. "God help you if I do."
Then he walked out.
Just like that he was gone, taking that strange, fragile connection she had felt last night with him.
"Alpha, please don't take your anger out on us!" Beta Simon hurried after him. "This daughter of mine is a disgrace, she is no longer part of my family!"
The words echoed in Sarina's ears, ringing repeatedly.
How could her own father hate her this much? How could her own father betray her and abandon her as if she was nothing, absolutely nothing.
The door slammed shut again and a cold silence settled in Sarina's heart. A sharp emptiness until a loud mocking laughter erupted in the room.
"It seems you're no longer a member of the Dawson family," Emily said with a mocking smile. "And poor thing..." She tilted her head. "The Alpha doesn't want you either."
Sarina's vision blurred with tears.
"What have I ever done to you?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Why do you hate me so much?"
For a moment, Emily's smile faltered, then it twisted into something darker.
"Blame that face of yours," she snapped. "The one that makes every man choose you over me."
Sarina was confused by Emily's words.
"Remember Derek?" Emily continued bitterly. "He was supposed to like me. But then you showed up, smiling like you always do, and suddenly he couldn't see anyone else."
Sarina's memories flickered back to the past, she remembered the boy who had tried to woo her once before.
"I never liked Derek," she said softly. "I rejected him..."
"Who cares?!" Emily cut her off sharply. "He wanted you anyway!"
The words hit her harder than expected.
"And now?" Emily smirked. "You have nothing." She reached into her bag and pulled out a wad of cash.
"Take this as your severance pay. Don't ever think of showing your face here again!"
The notes scattered across Sarina as Emily threw them in her face. Her laughter sinking into Sarina's heart, causing it to break a thousand times faster. The tears that poured down her face burned hot, and she wished she could disappear from existence just so she could stop feeling this pain.
"Goodbye." Emily turned, waving sweetly over her shoulder as she walked out.
Her laughter echoed long after she was gone.
The silence that suddenly fell over the room felt heavy and empty.
Sarina sat there, unmoving, alone, completely alone. Slowly, she looked down at the money scattered around her.
Everything she had, her home, her family, her dignity were gone in a single night.
Her hands trembled and the tears streamed down in heavy torrents. In a single night, everything had fallen apart. She'd lost her home... though it never once treated her kindly she had masochistically held onto her small family, now she realized giving everything for her father and step-sister hadn't earned their love at all. They didn't care about her, they never did.
And the alpha...he didn't know her before this, but he certainly hated her now.
"I didn't do anything..." she whispered brokenly.
But no one was there to hear her. And for the first time in her life...
Sarina had nowhere left to go.
.....
Weeks had passed since that night, yet nothing had changed.
If anything, it had gotten worse.
Alpha Leonard Kane woke with a sharp inhale, his chest rising and falling unevenly as that same, relentless ache pulsed through him.
It wasn't a physical type of pain, not entirely, but it hurt, badly.
"Why..." he muttered, dragging a hand down his face before pressing it against the left side of his chest. "Why have I been feeling this way since that night?"
His brows furrowed, the emptiness was there again. It was gnawing and constant, so unforgiving.
Her face flashed through his mind again, like it did every single day after that night.
Soft green eyes filled with tears looking up at him.
The ache intensified instantly. Leo stiffened, his jaw tightening.
"Damn it," he hissed under his breath.
Why her?
Why now?
Why couldn't he get her out of his head?
She haunted him at the worst possible times. In meetings, during patrol reports, even in his sleep.
That night replayed itself over and over again, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.
And what angered him most was that he didn't understand why.
'Is she our mate Revan?' he asked his wolf. He could have sworn that the spark he felt from her that night had been the mate bond, but what if it was nothing but the effects of the drug she used on him?
'I don't know, she smells different, she doesn't have a wolf, I can't tell if she is our mate or not.' Revan replied. It was obvious his wolf was also slightly bewildered about the whole thing.
'But she is different...' Revan added, 'Different from Everly, different from any other she-wolf we've ever met before. When you were with her I felt...'
A low, frustrated growl built in his chest.
'Enough Revan, we can't feel things for any female ever again.'
Revan went silent in his head after that, it was evident his wolf agreed with him, even if they both had been feeling this strange and heavy longing for the past week.
'Alpha, the pack elders have arrived.'
Timothy, his beta's voice echoed through the mind link.
Leo exhaled sharply, forcing his emotions down.
"On my way."
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To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
9.2
My husband, a ruthless mafia Capo, brought his pregnant mistress to our anniversary party. He then ordered me to give her a blood transfusion, knowing my heart condition could kill me. As my life drained away, I knew my nine-year marriage was finally over.
It was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I stood in an expensive gown, watching Dominick Reyes, a feared mafia Capo, celebrate with our guests. But the celebration wasn't for us; Dominick had brought Chastity, his pregnant mistress, and then publicly ordered me out of our master suite. Chastity, who had faked her pregnancy, then framed me for an attack. Dominick forced me to give a blood transfusion to Chastity, knowing my heart condition made it potentially fatal. As my blood drained from my veins, sustaining the woman who had stolen my life, I felt my consciousness fading, hoping I would not wake up.
When I woke, Dominick had already paraded Chastity to a gala. He had drained me, used me, and then abandoned me in a hospital bed, breaking his promise of a divorce. I was nothing more than a debt payment, a pawn in his brutal game. Knowing he would never truly let me go, I calmly called a trusted contact. I would disappear from his world, become someone new, and this time, Dominick Reyes would pay.
8.1
I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home.
A mafia daughter, I expected routine at Rossi's law firm. But Rossi, pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, signed three years ago, and his marriage certificate to Gia, our nanny.
Truth slammed me: Gia poisoned me for years, causing infertility, making her bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Underboss, to kneel, drink hallucinogenic tea, and profess devotion. She smirked.
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From a hidden phone, I called Luca, the underworld's elite cleaner. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get me out of this hell. I'd rather die than be his taxidermy specimen."
7.3
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"How can I forget it happened, Nicole?" He questioned, gripping her chin. "When the image of you whimpering for more replays in my head every fucking night?"
When one night of desperation turns into Nicole ending up in bed with a nameless stranger, she's almost shocked to death when she moves in with her mother's new husband to see that the nameless stranger is her new stepfather.
Tristan Michelson has always been in control of his emotions, but he can barely control himself when he realizes the masked stripper is his new stepdaughter.
9.8
The fluorescent hum of the DMV was the soundtrack to my boring life, until I tried to replace my lost driver's license.
"Your marital status. It says you're divorced," the clerk said, shattering my five-year marriage to Jackson Parks with a single, flat sentence.
My husband, Jackson, the man who swore he loved me, had secretly divorced me three years ago. Not only that, he had remarried the very next day to Candida Camacho, the woman who had tried to murder me on my wedding day and left me infertile. And they had a two-year-old son, Joey.
I stumbled home, my world a blur, only to find Jackson and Candida in our living room, arguing. "I hate having to pretend for that pathetic woman!" Candida shrieked. Jackson, my husband, pleaded, "I love you. I've always loved you."
The man I sacrificed everything for, who swore to destroy her, was now playing house with my attempted murderer, and I was the fool living in his house, sleeping in his bed, believing his lies.
The pain in my abdomen, a phantom ache from five years ago, flared to life, mirroring the gaping wound in my soul. I would not be his victim anymore.
"Hamilton," I said into the phone, my voice clear and steady. "I need your help. I need you to help me die."
9.4
Aria Mcgee was the unwanted second daughter of a decaying Long Island family.
To save their bankrupt corporation, her father and older sister drugged her. They shoved her into a town car and delivered her to a ruthless Wall Street billionaire's bed like a piece of meat.
They expected her to be the perfect sacrifice. The original Aria had no access to her own trust fund and was forced to live in a windowless broom closet. Even worse, a cold, synthetic System voice echoed in her skull, demanding she play the tragic, helpless female lead. It ordered her to endure her family's abuse and suffer the billionaire's humiliation to force a pathetic romance plotline.
"Host must follow the tragic trajectory and achieve the ultimate painful romance."
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Instead of trembling in fear as the System commanded, Aria looked at the billionaire and smiled. Using her flawless acting skills, she shattered his ego, extracted a hundred thousand dollars, and walked right out the door. Now, she was heading back to the Mcgee estate, ready to rip her money from her father's greedy hands and burn her sister's life to the ground.