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.

cry in my sleep too, asking my parents to come for me. In my nightmares, I always found myself in that

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

holding his hand, and waiting for his pain to pass. Maybe, my

startled gasp before his arms closed around my body and pulled me flush

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chest and my palms sweated as he crushed me in his embrace and rested his face in my

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

He was not the man who hurt me or was after my father, or the man who vowed to make me suffer. He was just someone hurting like me and

look where it

hiss, trying to free myself as he

just because his towering

noticing how his eyes darken, and his ruffled hair fall over his forehead, making him appear like an angry, wounded

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myself from glancing at his naked chest and those

felt them against my body just now, and I am still shaken up, unable to get these

he glares me down. “You took me

I- – – ” I pause as I watch him turning and walking

should have stayed inside your room, like I told you

my head, telling me that I should run and lock myself

1. me.

”

will listen

control!” He yells,

seconds. My eyes widen, first going to the cabinets and

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did

gasp and step into the wall behind me. He seizes my wrist forcefully and

around it.

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

and my lungs constricting. It’s silver—Goddess, it’s the fucking silver. It’s brutal

Massimo. “I say, but my voice sounds

fingers brush against my cheek. I look up,