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 8
"You!" A raw and sharp growl echoed into the elevator and Sarina stepped backwards, her back almost slamming against the glass walls of the elevator.
Leonard Kane...how could he be here?
'Oh God, he said he never ever wanted to see me again!'
Alpha Kane's eyes locked onto hers, shock flashing openly before it hardened into something far more dangerous as he stepped into the elevator his presence filled the confined space completely and the doors slid shut behind him with a soft ding, sealing them inside together.
He caged her in without touching her, one hand braced beside her head, his towering frame blocking any possible escape.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded.
Her heart slammed violently against her chest as his voice, hot and angry settled into her ears.
Though she had told herself she would never let herself meet him again, in some moments she had imagined this...meeting him again unexpectedly.
She had wondered what would happen if she ever saw him again, but she had never truly prepared for it, because she had never believed it would actually happen.
Her throat went dry and words refused to come.
"I..." she faltered, forcing herself to stay calm. "I don't know what you're talking about, sir."
He had told her he never wanted to see her again right? It was best she pretended never to have met him before, like that night had never happened.
He scoffed, low and disdainful.
"Don't insult my intelligence, Sarina Dawson." he said coldly.
Her breath hitched.
Her name...
He knew her name?
That night he hadn't even known who she was even though she had known him for years. A wolfless nobody in his pack, of course he wouldn't see her even if she saw no one else but him back then. But all of that was over now.
However, hearing her name from him...it felt like a blade twisting deep into her chest.
Sarina Dawson.
The name she had once carried with pride. The name that had been stripped from her the night her life fell apart.
Had he asked for her name just to know the woman he believed had deceived him?
His jaw tightened as he stared down at her. Every familiar feature on her face he remembered very vividly, this woman's image had haunted his dreams, his reality, he had never been able to get her out of his mind.
He could remember that one time he'd sent out men to search for her, against his better judgment.
After nights of restless thoughts and unanswered questions, he had done the one thing he had sworn he wouldn't, he had asked his beta to give him every information about her, and Tim had told him everything, she was the daughter of his late father's beta.
Everyone said she was a quiet girl. She was barely seen. Many didn't even know she existed.
She was a nobody in his pack and yet she had somehow managed to entangle herself in his life in the worst possible way.
Had she really drugged him to get into his bed out of greed because she was after his money?
"Why are you here?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing. "You saw the ad, didn't you? You came running straight to my hotel to try again after you failed two years ago. Are you that desperate to have me? Are you that desperate for my money?"
It had to be it, if she was really after his money this was the perfect moment for her to return for it.
Each word he said struck her like a slap. For a moment she was silent, but something inside her snapped.
"Stop thinking so highly of yourself, Alpha Kane."
Her voice cut through the air, sharp and steady, unyielding. She dropped the act of trying to pretend not to know him, there was no point anymore.
His eyes flickered slightly at her words, surprise in his silver eyes.
"Trust me, I lost all interest, and all respect for you the moment you destroyed my life."
Back then, she had held a candle quietly for him, but he ended up believing everything when Emily and her father lied to him about the fact that she'd drugged him.
It still hurt, her vision blurred and tears welled up despite her efforts to hold them back.
Because once the memories started coming back to her, they didn't stop.
All those moments she had silently been by his side and he never really saw her until that night, the cold and disgusted look in his eyes as he looked at her with hatred.
She'd lost her family, lost the right to remain in a pack. She had wandered the woods barefoot until she stumbled out into a human city. She could recall being drenched in the rain, her footsteps heavy, cold had engulfed her entirely and eventually she had passed out on the streets. If Hailey and her brother hadn't found her lying there, she would have died.
The hurt in her eyes stopped him dead, the anger in his gaze stiffened. That sad look on her face caused his heart to wrench tightly.
Why was the sight of her tears making his heart hurt so painfully?
"I'm only here because I work here, in housekeeping." She explained. "It doesn't matter to me who owns this hotel, I'll focus on my job and rest assured, you won't have to see my face. I will stay out of your path and please stay out of mine."
There was distance in her gaze now, a very cold distance.
Leonard was struck by her words and the look in her eyes, his wolf suddenly became restless, pushing towards the surface as he felt a familiar ache in his chest. The ache one felt towards one person alone if they were in pain.
A mate...
Why was he having these feelings for her if she wasn't his mate? Her scent was irresistible to him, her pain made him hurt equally, he tightened his hands into fists resisting the urge to wipe her tears and draw her into his arms.
She moved to leave pushing at his chest but her foot suddenly caught on the loose strap of her shoe.
"Ah...!"
Her body lurched forward and before she could fall, his arms wrapped around her waist instinctively pulling her against him.
Sarina almost tripped, it all happened so suddenly and her hand already reached forward to steady herself but he suddenly caught her around the waist, accidentally she grabbed his shirt and his buttons tore open, the fabric of his shirt pulled open under her grip.
Her scent assaulted him again and his wolf growled in his head.
'Claim her! She's ours!'
'She is not our mate Revan!'
Ding.
The elevator doors suddenly slid open and everything shattered.
Right outside the elevator, Elena Hastings along with several staff members, all stood frozen, all staring, because what they saw was unmistakable.
The powerful Alpha of Blue Moon Pack was holding a woman close her hands gripping his shirt, his chest exposed, her body pressed against his.
It looked, intimate.
This only meant one thing...
Elena's expression darkened instantly.
Shock surfaced in her eyes, this man hadn't even looked at her a while ago, yet here he was already with this...
Her gaze narrowed onto Sarina, and something ugly reared its head within her,
Jealousy.
Sarina stood frozen in his arms, her heart pounding before she suddenly tried to push out of his arms but he held onto her, his arms tightening even more around her waist.
Shocked gasps echoed outside the elevator.
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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.