Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

Chapter 88

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I wake up with a headache. The world is spinning around me, or maybe it’s me. It feels like I am on a rollercoaster, going round and round on the turn.

I groan, clutching the side of my head. Even my throat burns.

What happened? I search my memories to find out what I did but find everything blurred.

Marriage. That’s the first thing that comes to mind.

Hazel is yelling at me to tell no to some men and one of them is dragging me somewhere.

With a terrified gasp, I sit up on the bed and blink my eyes open. The beige wall in front of me is unfamiliar.

My mouth dries at the thought. That man—I didn’t see his face but he kissed me. His hands were all over me, his voice skimmed over my skin, and his

touch burned.

That only happens to mates, right? The moment he touched me, I just lost my mind and let him do whatever he wanted.

Cold air brushes against my bare skin, making me shudder. Unconsciously, I pull the sheets up my chest but freeze mid-air.

Bare. Skin. And sheets.

The sense of panic takes over my mind. Reluctantly, I manage to glance down. The color drains from my face just as I feel like my soul is leaving my body.

I am naked. Even the undergarments are gone.

Instantly, I feel like I am going to vomit. I try to lurch out of bed but a raspy voice makes me freeze all over again.

”

Going somewhere, my kitten?

I direct my gaze towards the left corner of the room. My muscles become stone under my skin as soon as my eyes meet the pair of light brown orbs.

My breath hitches. I pull the sheets up to cover myself, as I take in the rest of him. He has tousled brown hair, a straight nose, and lips that curl into an icy

smirk.

His white button-down shirt highlights the rigid muscles of his torso and arms. His thighs, toned and firm, strain against the black slacks.

My heart s k i p s a quick beat. He is like a sculpted statue, everything touched to perfection. His face, his body, and his h** voice.

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you?”

hands, harsh lips, and that electrifying sensation hits me in the gut. I gasp, slipping

man spreads his legs

that man. Is

clenching my

don’t forget me after we f**k.” His deep voice echoes in the silent

jumps in my mouth. I gawk at him while the

Did we-

him? But I couldn’t bear the thought of another man’s

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long night together, Little Wifey. “He taps

stops spinning. He becomes the

“Wife?

One word hammers my head. I am about to pass out. I am sure when I wake up,

ww

chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers

last night but nothing comes to the surface.

It-It’s impossible. “I gasp,

certificate today, Wifey. What’s impossible about it?” His voice carries amusement. It’s like he

I clench the sheet tighter to my chest.

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became my wife five minutes ago and my woman last night when you gave

a loss

I stare at him. How could I do this? How could I just sleep with a stranger and get married to

drunk. “I whisper in defeat and resentment. ” but you were sober, right? You sent your men to get

were drunk or

gulp, glaring at his handsome but cold face. “who—who are

Mom will cry when they learn about what I did. Aaron, my younger brother will be so upset

I make such

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looked hot and I wanted to f**k you exclusively a little longer?” The stranger provides, his eyes shining

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of me.” I whisper, my heart

it.” He tilts his head to the right and his eyes

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you?! Do you even know who my Dad is? Do you think

lifts his brows. I sniffle, trying to push my tears

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Rossi.” He says, his eyes meeting