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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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