Filed to story: Hiding the Alphas Baby Novel PDF Free by Author Lia
My cheeks flush as I stare at her without ever blinking my eyes. My breath gets stuck in my throat due to surprise.
“He will take care of you too. He will shit you in his lap and feed you medicine when you are sick. Do you get it, Mommy?” She grabs my shoulder and shakes me softly.
“Who… Who taught you all this?” I finally manage to utter. A shudder rolls down my spine.
“Everyone has their Mommy and Daddy. I want it, too. “A frown marks her forehead.
“You have us both, Baby. “I press my lips to the crease between her brows as I barely contain the scowl threatening to contort my face.
“Daddy said the shame, but I don’t believe it.” She shakes her small head in denial as big tears well in her eyes.
“Don’t cry, Princess. “Alpha Alexander’s voice falls on my ears and startles me.
I jump in my spot and look to the right, dark corner of the room. He is sitting on his wing chair there, hidden in the shadows and looking dangerous.
Was he here all along? My throat dries as I think about it.
Why am I so oblivious to my surroundings? I scold myself and turn to my baby.
“Mommy.” She stares up at me, the tears still shining in her eyes.
A lump forms in my throat as I look at her. She has never cried like this before. I didn’t know how much she wanted a family until now. Does this make me a bad mother? I believe I was enough for her, and she was happy with me.
“Ayla, Baby. We are a family.” I whisper under my stuttering breath.
My heart is breaking. No matter what I do, I am never enough for anyone. But I wish… I wish I was. I wish I didn’t have to try so hard in life to make others happy, only to end up failing.
“No!” She yells as the tears start rolling down her soft cheeks.
“Ayla. Please, Baby. You are sick. You need to get some rest. “I gasp, cupping her wet cheeks to rub the tears away.
“I won’t sleep. Everyone sleeps with their Mommy and Daddy. But you don’t sleep with me.” She sniffs before glancing at Alpha Alexander.
My sight gets blurred with tears again, but I swallow them all to be strong for her.
“Baby, ” I start softly.
“You want us to sleep together, Princess?” Alpha Alexander asks.
“Yesh, Daddy. You, me and Mommy. On the same bed. “She nods hurriedly.
No. That’s not possible. She needs to understand. I open my mouth to give her an excuse but close it after sensing the strong body looming over me.
“Whatever you want, Princess, Daddy will make it happen. If you want Mommy to sleep with us, then she will sleep with us.” He says as if it’s all up to him to make the decision.
LAYLA
He made the decision, and I couldn’t even refuse when Ayla looked at me with her teary eyes.
… That’s how we three ended up on his bed.
Ayla lies in front of me while Alpha Alexander is behind me. This is the arrangement Ayla insisted on because apparently Serafina’s son, Shawn told her that their family sleeps like this.
I abhor this setting where I am sandwiched between my daughter and her Daddy. I can do pretty well with just being by my baby’s side but I can’t bear the heat of Alpha Alexander’s body which warms my back and my stomach.
He is at a little distance, but it’s not enough for the sparks to leave me alone. I sigh, focusing on patting Ayla’s little stomach so she can sleep. The room is drowning in darkness, and my baby is almost asleep.
I swallow as Alpha Alexander’s breaths trickle down my nape. Sneakily, I slide a little closer to Ayla to put some distance between me and him.
Silence reigns, and he doesn’t notice. I release a breath and close my eyes while my hand comes to a steady stop on Ayla’s stomach.
I will stay just until Ayla is in a deep sleep and starts snoring like she usually does. Then, I will leave to return in the morning before she wakes up.
There is no way I am sleeping with this vile man breathing down my neck like an enraged dragon, and I am too drained today, physically and mentally, to endure this.
Maybe, I will come check up on my baby occasionally during the night too, so I can make sure her fever is down and she is not sick. I can handle all that stress and pull an all-night for her. It’s no big problem.
My thoughts all come to an abrupt halt when a strong arm coils around my mid tightly and tugs me back until my body meets the muscled front. I yelp instinctively and claw at his arm to let me go.
“Mom… Mommy. “Ayla cries out, scared that I have left her or something has happened to me.
“Baby. Mommy is here.” I release Alpha Alexander’s arm and reach out to her belly to pat it again.
Ayla grips my fingers and closes her eyes. My hand, patting her, trembles slightly.
His nose presses into my hair, inhaling my scent. Shivers run down my body as I silently struggle against his vice-like grip.
We stay like this for some time. My heart pounds in my chest. His nose nuzzles into my nape as his lips hover above my skin. My thighs press together. Wetness slides between them involuntarily.
Slowly, Alpha Alexander pushes his hand inside my silk shirt and lays his hot palm flat against my stomach. My head falls back as his heat makes my body shiver. His thumb strokes and drags imaginary lines across my skin, coaxing a few ragged breaths from me.
Ayla’s soft snores sound in the room. Cautiously, I take my hand off her stomach and grab her Daddy’s wrist.
“What… What are you doing?” I choke, keeping my voice down to not wake her up.
“Shhh. Be quiet. You will wake up our daughter.” His stubble tickles my ear as he whispers into it.
“Leave me,” I utter weakly.
My nipples tighten and scrap against my silk shirt. Now, I regret not wearing a bra and panties to bed. Oh, Goddess Selene.
Alpha Alexander’s hand travels down instead of leaving my skin. I bite my lower lip to keep any loud noises from escaping my mouth.
“Spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are for me.” He presses his lips to my ear, making me shudder.
His hand rests on the waistband of my silk pants. I shake my head silently. I won’t spread my legs for an a-hole like him.
His husky voice chuckles in my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on my body and my back to arch into his front. His laughter is like erotic music that brings all my dirty fantasies to light.
“I have my ways, Layla. Tonight, you will beg me.” He whispers in a husky and deep voice.
His hand stops going low and starts climbing high, right under my shirt. My chest heaves rapidly, making my hardened nubs rub against the silk material again and again until I am out of breath.
His palm spreads on my stomach again, but a little higher this time. So high that his thumb brushes the underside of my firm right breast. I hold my breath as I relish in the languid strokes of his thumb so close to my aching nipple.
Damn. Why am I letting him do this to me?