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 6
"Papa! Papa! Papa!"
Asher's tiny voice rang out brightly, his little hand stretching insistently toward the television.
Sarina's heart nearly stopped.
"No, baby..." she said quickly, forcing a light laugh as she gently lowered his hand. "That's not your papa."
She was astonished at her son's reaction seeing the man's face on the television. He had never once addressed another man as his father before even if he saw them on TV or in real life. How could a child so young have been able to instantly identify his own father.
This was dangerous!
Sarina tried to pull his attention away from the television and explain to him that the man was not his father but Asher didn't understand.
"Papa!" he repeated, even more excited this time, his grey eyes locked onto the screen.
Avery, the owner of the daycare watched the boy's excitement, curiosity written all over her face.
"Papa?" Avery asked, glancing between the child and the television. "Is that your daddy, little one?"
"Oh no," Sarina said immediately, her smile tight but polite. "He's just... mixing things up. He calls everyone Papa, its a weird little habit of his."
Sarina knew nothing if the talks of Alpha Kane desperately wanting an heir was true or just plain rumors, but she couldn't have anyone linking her son to him.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she smoothed Asher's hair, the fear of meeting him again even by accident making her feel unsettled.
The human territory was huge and so was South Rivers City, he could be anywhere, even if he was in this city, it would be difficult to run into him.
'Stop worrying Sarina, you'll never see him again.'
"Be good, okay?" she whispered softly, pressing a kiss to Asher's forehead before straightening. "Mommy will be back soon."
At the moment she turned to leave, her eyes settled on the familiar face whose photograph still remained on the TV screen.
The man's face was rigidly handsome, the years had done nothing but made him look more breathtaking. Steel grey eyes seemed to look coldly into her soul and she held her breath, just for a moment. A strange anger welling up in her chest as she looked at him.
'Did you know that you broke my heart after taking my innocence? Did you know how much I cared about you? After your wife died, I stayed every night outside your house, every day I dropped notes outside your door...but all of that was a stupid little attraction that should never have existed.'
'Don't let me ever see you again! God help you if I do!' She recalled the words he'd said to her and tears stung her eyes.
"I hope I never see you again too." She whispered, quiet anger laced in her voice as she walked away, leaving the daycare to head to work.
Behind her, Avery glanced back at the television, her eyes widening slightly. Something about the child she currently held in her arms looked strongly similar to the picture of the man on TV but she didn't take that too seriously.
One wouldn't possibly carry the child of a billionaire alpha and keep him secret, especially one who was willing to pay such a huge amount to get an heir.
"Ten million dollars... for a wife and a baby?" she murmured under her breath. "That's insane..."
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Miles away, inside the grand halls of Moon Villa located in the most elite parts of South Rivers City, soft laughter echoed through a luxurious living room.
"Well," Grand Luna Yolanda said with clear satisfaction, adjusting her glasses, "this should teach that stubborn grandson of mine."
The television continued to play the announcement and her eyes gleamed with mischief.
The next second, sharp footsteps began to approach like a storm she had been expecting.
"Grandma," Alpha Kane's voice cut through the room, low and irritated, "please don't tell me you just put out an ad to attract every gold digger in the country."
The older woman smiled.
"Oh, I'm doing you a favor, Leo," she replied calmly. "You should be thanking me."
Leo dragged a hand through his hair, already feeling a headache forming.
"Until when are the elders going to beg you for a Luna? Get married while you're still young and handsome, before you become an unsightly old man." His grandmother scolded.
Leonard's jaw tightened.
"And let's not forget," she added pointedly, "you need an heir or the elders are going to vote you out as Alpha. Your brother Raymond would be more than happy to take your place."
Leo exhaled slowly, massaging his temple at the mention of this issue. The elders have been on his neck to produce a Luna and an heir otherwise he would be voted out of his position as Alpha of Blue Moon pack, and his estranged older brother would be voted in. And Raymond was more than eager to take the spot and have him dethroned.
Seeing him look stressed, Grand Luna Yolanda smiled. This little trick of hers might just work.
"That ad I placed already has a running website and hundreds of women are already signing up. Every girl wants to be the Cinderella chosen by the prince, just do what you must and pick a wife.
Leonard sighed exasperatedly hearing that she had even put up a website as well.
"What am I going to do with you..." he muttered under his breath.
Forget it, dealing with the old woman was no use.
"Tim!" he called loudly for his beta.
Tim appeared almost instantly, though the slight curve of his lips suggested he had already heard everything.
It wasn't every day the great Alpha was being publicly advertised for marriage, especially in the human world where the ladies would kill to have an alpha wolf for a husband. Human men just didn't seem to meet their standards anymore.
"Handle it," Leo said sharply. "Take down that story. Shut down the registration site. I don't want to hear another word about this again, is that understood?" Though his words were directed at his beta he kept his eyes firmly on his grandmother letting her know the words were meant for her too.
Tim nodded, though his eyes flickered briefly with amusement. "Yes, Alpha."
"Leo," his grandmother cut in, unfazed, "just take one look. I have eight hundred women lined up for you tonight."
Leo paused at the doorway.
For a moment, he almost turned back. He had worked really hard to gain this position as Alpha. He hadn't inherited it like others did, he had proven himself worthy and the whole pack had voted him in as alpha instead of his useless stepbrother. He couldn't afford to lose this spot...he could just pick a woman, any random one would do but then...
Someone he had long wanted to forget creeped back into his mind again, he shook his head to discard the thought.
"There's no point arguing with you," he said flatly, already walking away.
"Leo, I'm still talking to you!" his grandmother yelled after him.
"I'm busy, Grandma." His voice carried finality. He didn't even stop to listen anymore as the door closed behind him.
Grand Luna Yolanda huffed, crossing her arms.
"You're going to end up all alone!" she called after him. "All alone, do you hear me?!"
Silence answered her.
She leaned back in her seat with a frustrated sigh.
Stubborn boy.
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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.