Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

Chapter 92

AYLA

It takes everyone a long time to recover from the shock. When they do, Mom and Dad rush towards me.

I lift my

bloodied palm and stop them.” Do—Don’t.”

Their faces now show every emotion they feel—agony, worry, and shock.

W

Princess, I didn’t- – – ”

* You have hurt me enough. “I whisper, not letting Dad finish that.

I know he didn’t want to hurt me. To this day, Dad has never even raised his voice at me let alone his hands. That’s something I know he will never do.

But, pain doesn’t only come with words or hands. Sometimes, it comes with the way someone treats you, unknowingly or knowingly.

I am at fault too. When Mom believed that all the psychologists or doctors helped me get over my trauma, I acted a certain way and let her live in her happy bubble.

When Dad asked me what I wanted to study in college while subtly telling me that he wanted me to go for business, I didn’t once refuse and tell him that I didn’t want to do that.

It has always been like this and now they believe I can not refuse them over anything.

My view of my hurt parents gets blocked by a cold face. His hands, cold and calloused reach for my forehead, touching the wound lightly.

Our eyes meet, and my breath hitches.

“It’s not deep, Kitty. You will be fine. “Massimo whispers, pulling his hand to his side.

of

Ayla Baby. ” Mom calls out again, her hand holding onto Dad’s arms.

attention.

The fake concern in his eyes makes me sick. He can pretend to the end.

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whisper with a heavy

Please—Please take me home.”

Dad is by my side in the blink of an eye, crouching

his feet and takes a step back. Desperately, I push my hand forth so he can grab my hand and take me with him but he

in my line of sight. “He is Massimo

”

for him and avert my

swirls in his eyes. It makes my heart hurt more. But I can not give up now. I can not even think about the

do you really love him?” Dad’s voice sounds hesitant and

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open my mouth to

he did anything to you. Please. You don’t need to be scared. We

the other side.

three people, my family, peer

sides, waiting for

until

“I blurt before I

became to admit my fake love for Massimo, I couldn’t do it, but if I have to deny that I ever loved any man in my life before, I will

the beginning and so I wanted

his face in front of you again.” Dad trails off, his

same.

is tell the

*I told

Dad.” My mours. “I am married to Massimo. I

He releases my arm and runs his

you really not care that he

is—He is not my enemy.

head is starting to spin. I clutch my

about

to my feet and leaving the three

i a n. He looks pi s se d, and murderous as if he can’t wait to

my lips in a thin line. He will never get

Massimo steps in front of C a s i a n, blocking my view of that monster. My heart s k i s a beat as our g azes clash again. Heat shoots to

to say about him. I watch him until he is towering over my head, keeping his eyes solely

He whispers, offering me his palm. “let’s go home and

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