Hiding the Alpha’s Heir

I woke up early this morning to prepare the food we needed for our picnic. I made sure that I woke up before Desmond so I could handle everything.

But I hadn’t gotten started yet when Desmond arrived. “Good morning,” he greeted. “You’re early, seraphim.”

I wanted to retort back but I realized it was way better to have him. My heart flipped upside down when he settled beside me.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Desmond asked.

“Stay away.” I distanced myself away from him.

As stubborn as he was, Desmond went beside me. Our skin grazed each other making me feel shivers down my spine.

“Desmond…” I almost growled in annoyance.

“I want to help.” He smiled sheepishly. Then his face drew closer to me. “What food should we prepare, seraphim?” he asked in his dark hoarse voice. I didn’t answer him, rolling my eyes. “Can I have you for myself?”

I glared at him, realizing that this man was pestering me until he got what he wanted. And was he trying to seduce me with that action of his?

Wait… My purpose was like that, right? I was supposed to seduce Desmond to abscond again! How could I miss my agenda?

I released a soft sigh before I drew closer to him as well. Desmond was taken aback by my action. I took that as a chance to brush my knuckles against his cheek.

“Boil some chicken to make some chicken salad sandwich. Then you make some of them with meatballs to fry them,” I said seductively. “Also, will you cut some watermelon?”

His breath hitched. Desmond must have not expected that I would do that to him. He was rendered speechless, fluttering his eyes.

When I slowly distanced myself, I felt proud that Desmond didn’t get a chance to retort back. That’s right… I knew that I still had an effect on him.

“Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.

Desmond snapped back. “Um… Ah, yes!” With that, he didn’t say anything and did what he was supposed to do.

I pursed my lips into a thin line when I almost smiled realizing that I caught him off guard. Desmond must have not expected my actions but it was a good thing that I remembered that I still had an agenda.

I glanced at the outside, only realizing now that we didn’t have any guards here. But I knew that Desmond wouldn’t act at ease and would put some countermeasures. If I was right, he still had elite pack warriors dispatching right now to guard this vacation house.

Secretly.

I guess it was hard to abscond for the second time, huh?

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Desmond and I turned our heads when we saw Sander who was already wearing outside clothing, rubbing his eyes.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake,” I said, smiling as I wiped my hands. I approached him so I could kiss him on his forehead. “Your Papa and I are about to pack for our picnic,” I told and glanced at Desmond who was wearing an apron.

“Really?” Sander’s eyes widened.

“Indeed,” Desmond answered and winced our son’s hair before he lifted him up in his arms. “I am certain you are going to like what your Mama and I prepared.” Sander giggled and nodded. “Mama, shall we?”

“Um…” I processed the words he just said. My heart was reacting to the new endearment he just uttered. “I-I need to change into my outdoor dress first,” I stammered.

That was the moment Desmond raked his eyes to my body. He must have realized that I was wearing a robe. My nightgown was underneath it. When I looked at Desmond, he was already wearing his outdoor clothes.

“Sander and I shall set up the picnic blanket outside then. We will wait for you there.”

I returned to my chamber after I summoned a maidservant to help me change into a simple gown. I looked at my naked body in front of the mirror while caressing the stretch marks.

I realized that Desmond had touched me before but he never said anything to discourage me when he saw my stretch marks. He didn’t even question it. In fact, I saw adoration before when he was caressing my body. I felt like at that time, he was worshipping me even though he was being rough on me.

I went outside after I was done. My eyes widened seeing my two boys set up the picnic blanket in the usual spot where Desmond and I were setting up back then. My heart clenched seeing that place again.

He set it up under those fresh pine trees I usually adored.

“Mama!” Sander was waving his hand when he saw that I was going in their direction. Then he started running toward me.

I met him halfway as he hugged my waist. “Did you help Papa in setting it up?” I asked softly.

“Mmm!” He took my hand and gently tugged me. “Papa wants to show you something, Mama.”

“What?” I creased my forehead when I looked at Desmond whose hands were behind him while he was waiting for us. I didn’t know why but he looked refreshing right now with his handsome features.

His almond-shaped amber eyes, high-bridged nose, kissable downward-turned lips, and round-shaped jaw. What made him more attractive was his beard and his clean-cut brown hair.

Oh, how I missed running my hands on his mustache and his beard…

I immediately castigated myself when I realized that I was fantasizing about Desmond right now. I was not supposed to do that.

However, how could I ignore seeing his bewitching, charming face?

“Papa, Mama is here now,” Sander said, giggling when we were in front of his father.

“Good job, son.” Desmond gently winced his hair before he turned at me.

“What is it that you want to show me?” I asked, arching my eyebrow. “I swear if you are going to play pranks on me, I would love to halt this picnic right away,” I threatened him.

He chuckled. “No, I am not.” Then he showed me his other hand he was keeping from his behind and showed me a lovely yellow waterlily. “I picked this for you. I know you also love waterlilies especially if their colour is yellow.”

My breath hitched. “Um…” My mind suddenly went haywire. I could feel my heart instantly become in a turbulent state. “T-Thank you, Desmond…” Hesitant, I took the waterlily from him.

I didn’t know why but I felt shy when our eyes met. But I couldn’t help the smile smearing on my lips. My wolf was feeling giddy at Desmond’s action but I castigated her since I knew that he was acting like that because our son was here.

“How about a kiss?” Sander spoke.

“What?” I parroted, hearing Sander’s teasing tone.

He pointed his cheek, poking it. “”When you thanked me, you always kissed my cheek, Mama. Papa should have it, too.”

I opened my mouth to retort. “Sander… Your father and I’s marriage is-”

“I’d rather want it instead of thanking me though,” Desmond chimed in.

I squinted my eyes at him. He showed me his megawatt smile as if his statement was on point. “Do not start here…” I warned him but he only shrugged.

“Don’t you love Papa anymore, Mama?”

My heart leaped at Sander’s question. I could see that he was eager to know my answer. “I…” How must I tell him that I don’t love him anymore? Or was I wrong? “Um…” I glanced at Desmond, asking for help. But he was only watching me.

Why did his eyes look hopeful somehow? Was I seeing it wrong?

“Just one kiss on the cheek.” Instead, that was what I said to Desmond, not wanting to answer Sander’s question.

Desmond looked dejected but he kept up a smile. “Please do…” His tone sounded exciting somehow.

“Yiiee!” Sander exclaimed, clapping his hands.

I sighed. I felt like these two collaborated together to set me up here. But I did not want to let Sander put high hopes on our relationship with his father. I could get along with Desmond but there was no way that I would reconcile my relationship with him.

Never.

As I drew closer, I looked up at Desmond. I was just below his chin so I really had to look up at him.

My agenda suddenly came up in my mind. I knew it was impossible to abscond but there was nothing wrong if I tried to seduce Desmond for the benefit of absconding from here.

Perhaps, this scene… I must take it as my opportunity to outsmart him again.

I tiptoed and reached for his cheek. I was planning to plant a quick kiss on his cheek but Desmond suddenly turned his head.

My eyes widened when my lips landed on his lips.

I gasped, shocked at his action. Desmond smiled more seeing my reaction.

I felt shivers down my spine when his hand was already on my cheek. “That is a peck, not a kiss, seraphim,” he said sheepishly.

“W-What?” I couldn’t move from my standpoint.

He grinned and turned at our son. “Sander, close your eyes for a moment and turn around.”

“Yes, Papa.” Sander did what his father told him while he was giggling.

“W-What are you doing?” I panicked when Desmond faced me as his arm wrapped around my waist. I gasped and placed my hands on top of his chest. “Desmond…” What the hell was he planning this time?

His face was inches away from me. “I will show you what kiss it should be, seraphim,” he said and didn’t wait for me to react as his lips captured mine.