Filed to story: Hiding the Alphas Baby Novel PDF Free by Author Lia
That is not certainly why I am here.
Right?
It can’t be because she fucking hurt her heart when she should have submitted to me and let me have her. We could have fucked, and she would be out of my system, long gone from my thoughts. Her life would be easy like that. When I stop thinking about her, I won’t care if she goes to another man either.
My wolf growls at the suggestion. Even I feel an ugly feeling settle in the pit of my stomach.
“Mommy ish strong. She will be fine after rest.” Ayla grabs my cheeks in her small hands and tells me in her small voice.
I smile unconsciously. Her mommy has taught her to be considerate of others.
I press my lips to her forehead, earning another cozy hug that makes this world brighten up. Who thought a little hug from this Princess would turn my life into something more than a warzone?
I sigh as my eyes drift to the unconscious face on the bed. A blanket covers her up to her neck. Her body is naked under that.
It’s a good idea to send my Princess away.
“Princess. Why don’t you go down and have breakfast first? Mommy and I will join you later.” I suggest, combing her slightly tangled hair.
“Okay, Daddy.” She replies obediently and jumps down from my lap.
I watch with a smile on my lips as she runs towards the door on her small feet.
“Ayla.” A startled gasp sounds in the room, drawing my attention to the woman on the bed.
Ayla stops at the doorway. Her body turns around at the speed of light before she runs in the direction of the bed.
“Mommy.” She yells excitedly as she jumps over the bed and snuggles into her Mommy’s neck.
“Ayla.” Layla groans.
I focus on her scowling face. Her eyes are still closed, but she is conscious enough to wrap her arms around our daughter.
“Are you sick, Mommy?” Ayla asks softly.
“N-No, baby.” Layla’s eyes blink open and land on her.
I sigh, leaning back in the chair. It’s like a huge burden is off my shoulders. The burn in my chest finally dissipates. Seeing her open eyes brings me this relief, and it infuriates me.
She is a nobody. She means nothing to me.
Yet, she gets on my nerves like she owns me.
I watch as the realization slowly sinks in, and her eyes widen. She knows she is naked under that blanket. Her smooth skin and sexy curses that I barely avoided touching last night when I was removing her dress with my eyes closed are only covered by that thin material.
It’s a crime for her to be so fucking beautiful.
I have seen better women, I tell myself. I have fucked plenty even, but no one has managed to wake up the sleeping beast inside me.
When it comes to Layla, I don’t want to caress her skin or make love to her- – -I want to fuck her, devour her, mark her skin with angry bites as I take her over and over and over again until she cries and begs me for more. I want to fuck her so fucking hard that her trembling legs and shivering body yearn for mine and find it hard to like anyone after me. I want to imprint myself on her memory, her soul, and deep in her body so she never dares to reject me again.
I barely contain the throaty rumble in my chest. My cock is fucking getting hard again. The angry dude just wants those warm folds wrapped around it.
Layla’s eyes jump to mine as if she knows I am sitting here and thinking about all this. My face turns cold. She shudders. The muscles of her arms stiffen around Ayla.
“Ay-Ayla, baby.” She stutters softly.
“Yes, Mommy.” My Princess leans back to cup her Mommy’s cheeks.
“Did you have breakfast?” She takes her eyes off me and focuses on her.
“No, Mommy.” Ayla pouts.
“Go, Baby. Go have breakfast. Ask the aunt in the kitchen to cook something for you. Okay?” Her soft voice fuels my frustration and anger.
Why can’t she talk like this to me?
She even talked in this lovey-dovey tone with that fucker Theodore. So why not me?
“Okay, Mommy.” Princess nods and gets off.
“Good, baby.” Layla smiles at her.
Ayla nods cutely and runs off. She knows her Mommy needs rest, so she is not clingy today. I smile at my daughter’s retreating back. She will grow up to be a kind girl, and I will kill every motherfucker who tries to get near her.
“Why… Why am I naked, Alpha Alexander?” The putrid stench of fear perfumes the air as Layla asks.
ALEXANDER
I shift my attention to her face. Her wide eyes are fixed on me.
“Do you think I fucked you when you were unconscious?” I drawl, spreading my legs to accommodate my hard cock.
She opens her luscious lips and licks them softly. I wait for her words, but they never come.
“So, now we are done,” She changes the topic.
“Is that what you think? Why did you want to be done so soon, though? Any specific reason?” My mouth grows bitter as I throw her a fake smile.
“I- – -We can’t spend our lives like this, Alpha Alexander. I don’t want to be tied to you when I know you hate me. And I don’t feel much better about you either.” She sighs.
I rise to my full height and stroll to the bed slowly. Layla’s breath hitches, and she pushes herself up so she is sitting. Her hand grips the blanket to her chest, hiding her sinful body that I have seen already and have thought about every time my hand has closed around my hard cock for pleasure.
“Oh? Is that it? Who do you like then?” I ask, pressing my knee on the bed.
“It’s not-“
“Is it that Theo guy?” I hum, inching my way closer to her.
Her sweet scent drives me crazy. It’s like I am taking a stroll in a flower garden. And I don’t even fucking like flowers. I hate them. I despise them.
“Yes.” She lifts her chin defiantly.
The thread to my tolerance snaps. I grab her ankle, which is covered with the blanket, and pull her petite body under me. She gasps and starts thrashing instantly.
From the moment this woman told me that she didn’t spread her legs for any other man but me, my possessiveness has grown. I need a fucking taste no matter how much I don’t like seeing her face.