Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

I was restless in the new place. Unexpectedly, the room Massimo gave me was not a storeroom but a big bedroom equipped with everything! could imagine.

But I still couldn’t sleep. My mind kept telling me that I should go out once I stopped hearing Massimo’s movements and scan the whole place to find out routes of escape and things that might help me in case Massimo tried anything.

Call me paranoid for good reasons, but I couldn’t trust that man not to barge into my room in the middle of the night and take advantage of me again. Or worse, he could try to kill me and I was not ignoring that thought.

I was not idiot enough to sleep peacefully under the same roof as my father’s enemy and the man who blackmailed me.

However, a small voice in my head tried to stop me from roaming his home at night. I shouldn’t go out alone and remain locked inside my room, it said.

I have never actually listened to that voice though.

That’s why I found myself checking the windows and doors in the house, scanning the sharp objects, even the lamps. But it all stopped the

moment I heard loud groans as if someone was in pain.

Call it my bad luck, but I recognized that voice instantly. It was Massimo. He was in pain. For some reason, that thought unsettled me instead

of satisfying me.

And so, I followed the noise and ended up in his room. Surprisingly, he had not even locked his door and left it ajar. The lights in his room

were all turned on, as he twisted in his bed.

This told me that he was not afraid of me creeping up on him and killing him. I was no threat to him, like he was to me.

That thought instantly left me when I observed him screaming in his sleep.

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M—Mom. Dad. You promised. ” He kept repeating the same words.

Mom and Dad, you promised to stay with me. Always.

His words, the pain reflected on his contorted face, and his hands clinging to the sheets as he screamed for his parents made my chest ache.

It was unbelievable for me to see my father’s worst nightmare to be yearning for his parents in his sleep. It felt like he had suffered a deep

scar on his soul, and it didn’t heal.

Like me.

come for me. In my nightmares, I always found myself in that dark place, alone and

my own and reached for him on instinct. My fear of touching a man disappeared once more, as I shook him and tried to get

I sat there, holding his hand, and waiting for his pain to pass. Maybe, my touch could assure him

gasp before his arms closed around

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Chapter 96

my chest and my palms sweated as he crushed me in his embrace and rested his face in my neck, inhaling and exhaling

body trembled softly. I should pull away, I should push him—the thoughts were there. Instead of listening to those rational thoughts, 1 patted

the man who hurt me or was after my father, or the man who vowed to make me suffer. He was just

where it got

myself as he pushes me

area appears small just because his towering figure is looming

but I am noticing how his eyes darken, and his ruffled hair fall over his forehead, making him appear

s

from glancing

still shaken up, unable to get these

jaw clenches, as he glares me down. “You took me too

pause as I watch him turning and walking towards the cabinet.

have stayed inside your room, like I told you to.” He murmurs, his shoulders tensing

in my head, telling me that I should run and lock myself inside my room. He hadn’t looked this cold

1. me.

”

I will listen to

my fucking control!” He yells, returning at the speed of light.

eyes widen, first going to

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how did

behind me. He seizes my

around it.

in my skin, drawing my wide eyes to the slightly burning flesh under the handcuff around my

It’s silver—Goddess, it’s the fucking silver. It’s brutal to werewolves, as it weakens

Massimo. “I say, but my

my cheek. I look