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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 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..."

---

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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