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 7
In the bustling epicenter of South Rivers City, Sarina stood before the towering glass building of Skyline Towers, her reflection staring back at her.
This was it.
A new beginning.
She inhaled deeply before stepping inside.
Luxury surrounded her immediately. Glistening marble floors, golden chandeliers and soft music drifting through the air.
It felt like stepping into another world.
She almost bumped into a strict looking woman at the entrance if she hadn't stopped herself. Seeing the badge on the woman's chest that said; Manager, Sarina immediately greeted her.
"Hello, I'm Sarina Dawson."
"Yes, I've been expecting you." The woman said dryly. Her gorgeous dark eyes taking in Sarina from head to toe. "Follow me."
Elena Hastings, the manager, didn't bother with pleasantries as she led Sarina through the hotel.
"Your job is to clean. Only to clean," she said sharply as she gave Sarina a brief tour, "Skyline Towers has strict policies so make sure to read the handbook to understand it all even more."
Sarina nodded quickly. "Yes, Miss Hastings."
"Elena," the woman corrected coldly. "Just call me Elena. And remember this..."
She stopped, turning to face Sarina fully. "The only person you answer to here is me."
Sarina stiffened slightly, for some reason the woman's tone held a strict threat Sarina couldn't understand.
"Get on my bad side," Elena continued, her gaze narrowing, "and you won't last a day."
"Understood." Sarina nodded. She would just have to stay out of the cranky Manager's way and everything would be fine.
"Good. Get to work." Elena ordered authoritatively.
Sarina immediately turned to leave, but it seemed Elena wasn't done yet as her sharp voice reached over again...
"One more thing."
She paused, then turned around inquisitively, "Yes?"
Elena's eyes flicked over her face, then down her whole body something like disdain flashing across her expression.
"That pretty face of yours might distract our guests," she said bluntly. "We don't tolerate staff trying to seduce clients."
Sarina blinked, stunned. Her face was a problem? What was she supposed to do about that?
"Before you get any ideas about trapping a rich man, remember you'll lose your job."
Sarina swallowed nervously, she couldn't accord to lose this job, she wanted a comfortable life for her and Asher but she had no intentions of chasing any rich men.
"I understand." Sarina replied.
"Good."
---
Work began quickly and she found it quite easy. Sarina focused on cleaning, letting the routine settle into her nerves.
She dragged the cleaning cart she had been given to different places, humming to herself as she got her work done. She had been nervous last night knowing today would be her first day, thinking working here would be challenging, but being here Sarina realized that it was a lot easier than she thought.
"Things will be fine from now on." She sighed to herself having finished cleaning one particular section, "I just know it."
Sarina was about to pull her cart somewhere else when a set of other staff rushed down the hallway, she quickly dragged her cart to the side. They walked hurriedly, their voices excited as they chattered,
"Hurry! The new owner is coming!" One of them said.
"What? I didn't even know the hotel was sold!" Another replied.
"You won't be able to guess who the new owner is." The first girl said mysteriously.
"Who...?"
"He's handsome, rich and famous as well. And he's not from around here."
"Stop with the suspense Rachel, just tell me who he is!"
"Alright, alright, the new owner is..."
Their voices faded as they turned the corner. Sarina frowned slightly, she hadn't been able to overhear who the new owner was as the girls already rounded the corner.
Curiosity stirred within her despite herself. She pushed her cart toward the lower floor, hoping to catch a glimpse when someone suddenly yelled, making her jump alert.
"What are you doing?!" Elena stormed toward her, her expression sharp with irritation.
"You're ruining the aesthetic with that cart! Get it out of here before the new owner sees it!" Elena snapped.
"I was just trying to..."
"Save it. Move!"
Sarina bit back her response, seeing that Elena wasn't interested in hearing whatever she had to say.
"Yes, Elena." She turned away, pushing the cart quickly, she took one last look down to the lobby but it seemed the new owner still hadn't arrived. When she felt Elena's sharp gaze on her, she quickly looked away, pushing the cart hastily.
The lobby buzzed with excitement.
Whispers carried through the air, bouncing from one staff member to another like wildfire.
Elena slowed her steps as she passed a group of female employees gathered near the front desk. Their voices dropped slightly when they noticed her.
"Oh my gosh, I heard the new owner is Alpha Leonard Kane from Blue Moon Pack!"
Another girl gasped softly. "Isn't he that insanely handsome alpha from the ads?"
"Yes!" the first replied eagerly. "I tried registering, but the site crashed. I don't even know what happened."
"Imagine being chosen as his wife..."
The group of girls sighed dreamily.
"That's literally every human girl's dream," another added. "These alphas aren't just hot, they're filthy rich. One lucky woman could go from cleaning floors to becoming queen of this entire place."
Elena's lips curled slowly into a smirk. One would think she was receiving a sweet compliment from someone.
"I don't care if the registration site crashed, when that Alpha steps through those doors, I'll definitely shoot my shot, do you think he'll be able to resist any of this?"
The smile on Elena's face fell immediately, her eyes turned dark, settling on the girl who just finished speaking. She stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
"Do you actually think you stand a chance with Alpha Leonard Kane?" Elena's words were sharp, derision evident in her gaze as she sized the girl up. "You might as well go back to sleep."
The girls stiffened immediately they spotted Elena, forming a straight line as if struck by lightning with their heads lowered.
They fell completely silent, none of them uttering a word. Elena Hastings was a demoness no one wanted to mess with among the staff.
"Alpha Kane doesn't just want a child, he wants a wife. And do you honestly think he'd look at you...or any of you..." she paused, her lips curving faintly, her dark eyes swept across them, full of quiet superiority. "...while I'm here?"
No one spoke, they didn't dare to even look at her.
So even Elena Hastings with all her superiority had her sights set on the alpha. With Elena in the picture, everyone secretly harboring thoughts that they could get the alpha completely dismissed that thought. Elena wasn't just beautiful, she was classy and elegant as well, men usually couldn't resist her. No one stood a chance, if Elena wanted the alpha, many thought she could get him.
"Keep your eyes off him," she added coldly. "He's mine."
A chorus of soft "Yes, Elena" followed.
Satisfied that she had laid her claim, Elena turned away, already preparing herself.
This was her moment, she wouldn't just rule over this place as a manager, she would become the queen of it all, once that alpha falls right into her lap.
The revolving glass doors of the entrance moved and the air suddenly shifted.
"He's here!" Someone whispered and all the staff straightened instantly.
The man stepped into the hotel with crisp black shoes, his every step commanding, and powerful.
"Alpha Kane, welcome to the Skyline Tower Hotels."
Leonard took off the dark glasses that shadowed his eyes, his silver orbs sharp and cold. He stiffened, the moment he stepped into the hotel, his wolf suddenly became alert, there was a strange scent in the air...it felt like that scent was calling him...
"Alpha, is everything alright?" Timothy, Leonard's beta noticed him stop abruptly, and came forward to ask.
Just like that, the strange scent that stopped Leonard in his tracks disappeared, he frowned.
'What was that?' he wondered internally. Immediately, strange scents filled his senses instead. Cheap, overly seductive feminine perfumes that irritated him. His gaze barely skimmed over the women, excitedly watching him with eager lustful eyes as if they wanted to devour him whole.
Tim," Leo said, his voice low but clear enough to carry across the vast lobby, "find someone who can give me a proper debriefing. I want full stats, staff numbers, operations, everything. Upgrades are needed here."
Elena felt her breath catch. The man she had been fantasizing about was standing right in front of her!
She had only ever seen him in screens, and magazines, but seeing the man in reality was.. different.
"God... he's hot," she whispered under her breath, completely forgetting herself for a moment, but when she saw him walking away, not acknowledging anyone who came to welcome him, she came forward quickly, gathering her confidence.
"Alpha Kane," she greeted with a bright, polished smile as she stepped forward. "I'm Elena, the manager, and I..."
Her words cut off as he walked past her. He didn't stop, didn't even slow down or look at her for a second.
Elena froze, her smile cracked instantly and heat rose to her face, embarrassment burning a hole in her chest.
She composed herself and glared sharply at the other staff lined up behind her before walking away with a straight posture.
---
Sarina stood in the quiet space of the staff restroom, washing her hands slowly, the cool water helped steady her, it helped her breathe.
She suddenly felt a sharp pang in her chest. "Asher must be missing me so much." She muttered to herself.
After drying her hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed quickly.
"Hello?" Avery's voice came through.
"Hi, it's Sarina," she said softly. "I just wanted to check on Asher."
"Oh, he's doing perfectly fine," Avery replied warmly. "You should hear him right now, he's been giggling nonstop."
As if on cue, a soft, familiar giggle echoed faintly through the phone. Sarina's lips curved into a smile and relief flooded her chest.
It seemed he was doing just fine without her.
"Thank you," she whispered, and after a brief exchange, she hung up.
The knowledge of Asher being safe, and happy made her feel even more determined to focus on her work.
"Shit, I'm supposed to clean up the penthouse floor. If Elena finds out I'm not done yet..." Sarina didn't even want to think about the things Elena would say to her.
She hurried into the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse floor.
She exhaled softly, her shoulders relaxing, but as she glanced down.
Her brows furrowed, the strap of her shoe had come undone.
"...Great," she muttered under her breath bending slightly to reach down and fix it, but just as the elevator doors began to close, a hand shot forward stopping them and the doors slid open again.
Sarina froze, slowly looking up from where she was fixing her shoe and her breath stopped. Time itself seemed to have come to a sharp halt.
A man was standing there, right outside the elevator, he was tall, broad and overwhelmingly handsome...a lot more handsome than she remembered.
Those steel-grey eyes locked onto hers cold, and unforgiving.
It was him! The man she dreaded seeing again. Alpha Leonard Kane!
His eyes narrowed onto her, and something electric seemed to surge through her veins.
She took two steps back when a cold recognition suddenly settled in his eyes and something unknown flickered in them, those familiar steel grey eyes and her heart slammed violently against her chest.
No, no, no, this can't be happening!
"You...!" He growled furiously, stepping into the elevator and caging her inside it's glass walls.
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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.