Hiding the Alpha’s Baby (Layla and Alexander’s)

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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.

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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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Wh-Who are you?” I whisper.

The memory of the calloused hands, harsh lips, and that electrifying sensation hits me in the gut. I gasp, slipping back on the bed.

“You don’t remember me?” The man spreads his legs and leans back leisurely, his smirk widening.

He is that man. Is he—my mate?

I gulp, clenching my hands. “I—”

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

My heart jumps in my mouth. I gawk at him while the room spins in my view.

Did we-

I slept with him? But I couldn’t bear the thought of another man’s touch.

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We spent a long night together, Little Wifey. “He taps the armrest and hums.

Suddenly, everything stops spinning. He becomes the sole object of my attention.

“Wife?

will be over. One word hammers my head. I am about to pass out. I am sure when I wake up, this joke

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You forgot about that too?” He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my back.

try to recall what happened after we kissed last night but nothing comes to the surface. The harder I try, the more my head hurts.

It-It’s impossible. “I gasp,

You signed the marriage contract. It’s already been sent to the marriage bureau. We will get a certificate today, Wifey. What’s impossible about it?” His voice carries amusement. It’s like he is enjoying my denial.

Instinctively, I clench the sheet tighter to my chest. ” stop this! I am not your wife.

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But you are. “The stranger glances at his watch. ” You became my wife five minutes ago and my woman last night when you gave yourself to me.

“—“I am at a loss for words.

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

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

“Why should I care if you were drunk or not?” He shrugs without a care in the world.

I gulp, glaring at his handsome but cold face. “who—who are you? Why did you do this?”

Dad will be so disappointed and Mom will cry when they learn about what I did. Aaron, my younger brother will be so upset with me.

How could I make such a mistake?

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Maybe because you looked hot and I wanted to f**k you exclusively a little longer?” The stranger provides, his eyes shining with a flicker of humor but also something deep, like anger.

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You took advantage of me.” I whisper, my heart drowning.

You liked it.” He tilts his head to the right and his eyes move down to my collarbone. “You moaned and screamed in pleasure all night.

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His dirty words set my veins alight. Tears well in my eyes as I sneer hatefully. “Who are you?! Do you even know who my Dad is? Do you think you will get off easily after taking advantage of my drunken state?”

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

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Massimo Rossi.” He says, his eyes meeting my teary gaze.

What?” Shock leaves me breathless.

“You asked who I am.” He straightens his head and folds one leg on the other arrogantly.” that’s who I am.”

Massimo Rossi?” I taste his name on my tongue as his eyes flash a golden color.

MASSIMO FREAKING ROSSI?

The same man who has been after Dad’s company for three years. He is like a snake, always sneaking his way in and stealing important projects. It doesn’t end there. He is always stirring up trouble on the pack borders with his warrior,

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He is the CEO of Rossi Group—one of the world-renowned groups of companies and the new Alpha of the Black Lake Pack—A bloodthirsty place where they believe in war, bloodshed, and destruction.

For some reason, he is after Dad and is trying to cause trouble with him all the time.

He is my father’s enemy, one who is like a pain in the a**, and a thorn in my family’s side.

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Daddy Dearest didn’t teach you language, little kitten but don’t worry. I will teach you everything you are lacking.” His voice sounds so close.

My breath catches in my throat as I find his towering figure looming over my head. I blink, my heartbeat picking a dangerous speed.

“Massimo. “I whisper.

His eyes flash golden again. He leans in, his nose brushing mine slightly. The little touch makes me draw my head back.

This man is revolting. Hate fills my mind, my heart, and my eyes that glare at him.

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My Kitten.” He murmurs, his dark gaze switching between my eyes and lips. “do you realize how deep in shi t

you are?

Do you think you can keep me in this shi t? A marriage contract? It’s nothing. It can always be nullified when I prove that I was not in my right mind when

I signed it! But once I tell Dad about what you did to me, you are so done, Mr. Rossi. “I scoff.

I wait for him to get angry or threaten me, but he smiles instead. That little smile does what his threats never could.

It scares me and deeply unsettles something inside me.

What about this? Do you think it’s nothing like the marriage contract?” Massimo whispers huskily and brings out his phone.

In the few moments that follow, my whole world collapses.