Hiding the Alpha’s Heir

“By the next two weeks, I would be able to finish your tuxedo,” I said to Desmond when we were having a morning meal on the balcony. Again.

Actually, he threatened me again to eat with him for one week straight which was why I have no choice but to obey or he would inform Madam Ibanez of my disobedience.

“We will be leaving. You are going to come with me today,” he said, ignoring my statement earlier as he wiped his mouth.

“What?” I looked at him, creasing my forehead as I finished my meal. “But I need to finish…”

He butts in. “Why every word I say you keep on questioning them, Seraphina?” he said. His tone smeared with a coldness that sent shivers down my spine.

He was trying to intimidate me. But I knew better how to fight him back, I guess.

“Because what you are saying is always filled with absurdness,” I reasoned. “I am working as a seamstress for my employer and you are trying to ruin my schedule…”

Desmond squinted his eyes. His hand on the table clenched. The veins on his arm were visible. It was enough to take my breath away as always. But I looked away and dared to look at his eyes.

He stood up and immediately grabbed my arm. “D-Desmond!” I hissed with the way he was holding me again. It was rough and yanking it like he wanted to rip my arm off me. “Release me this instant!” I said, struggling at his hold.

But Desmond didn’t listen to me and took me back to the room where he had taken me so many times in the past few days. I shrieked when he pushed me to the bed. Groaning in pain from my wrist, I watched him take another dress from the wardrobe.

I flinched when he threw the dress he picked to the bed. Then he approached and towered towards me. I clenched my hands, ready to fight him if he dared to raise his hand again.

I held his hand when he was about to caress my face. Desmond scoffed. “You are feisty as ever, Seraphina. You know how I like everything is so challenging when it comes to you.” He used his other hand to touch me but I was quick to use my other free hand to hold it.

“I am not going to let you touch me again,” I said, barking.

“Is it?” He arched his eyebrow and drew closer. “But you allowed me to touch you so many times, seraphim. Do not hurt my feelings.” He grinned.

In one swift motion, Desmond was already on top of me and placed my hands on the top of my head.

“Bastard!” I used my wolf strength to push him off me but he was too strong to even lift a finger. I couldn’t just let us take the bed again as I was still sore from down there ever since he took me so many times the other day.

I gasped when he licked my cheek causing me to shiver as I looked at him, horrified. “Say, are you going to change and come with me or do you want us to stay here and make you moan in this very bed? Hmm?” he whispered huskily to my ear.

I looked at him when he distanced his face as he showed this cold demeanor toward me. His gaze looked like he was belittling me and wanted me to choose the latter. That lustful gaze would also be the death of my body if I kept letting him pound inside me.

“Fine. I’ll change,” I said through gritted teeth. “Now, get off me!”

Desmod smirked. “If I were you, I would choose the latter,” he whispered to my ear again. I inhaled sharply when he sucked on my earlobe. “I have been having restless sleeps, wanting to hear your moans again, seraphim. I love how my addiction to your body succumbs to my whole being again.”

I closed my eyes in submission. His words suddenly hypnotized me. I could hear my breath shaky. He never failed to make me realize that my body was reacting to him.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that Desmond was not in the room anymore. I stared at the ceiling first asking why I was letting myself be burned by his touch and kiss every time he would find a chance to have me.

Alone. In this room.

I already felt humiliated for someone who was sleeping here and had to use the dress here that wasn’t even mine in the first place. I didn’t even meet the woman who was staying here. It was clearly unacceptable for her that Desmond and I were doing something nasty like a newlywed couple.

“I am finished,” I said after I finished dressing up and even fixed my hair.

Desmon, who was busy signing some documents given by Oakley, looked up at me. His stern expression softened upon seeing me.

I looked away, ignoring how my reaction was reacting to that. His gaze was the same gaze every time he would see me dressing up and dare to say…

“Beautiful.”

I clutched my skirt, annoyed that I could still predict his movements like it was as if I was still married to this man.

Damn it!

“Settle the new supply today, Oakley. Stick with the same deal we had last year,” Desmond said before he stood up from sitting and approached me. I knew that he was talking about the food supply needed by the Rising Diamond pack members. I used to help him with that work. “We must go now, seraphim.” He offered his hand. “And don’t you dare to avoid my hand because if you dare to do that, I cannot promise not to hurt you again,” he threatened and didn’t wait for me to hold his hand. He yanked me towards him, looking at me with his blazing eyes. “I am an impatient person. You know that.”

“And I am a stubborn one,” I retorted, scoffing. I coughed and held his arm when in a blink of an eye, his hand was on my neck, choking me. “S-Screw you, Desmond!” I said, coughing when his hand on my neck tightened.

His face darkened as he drew closer. “Keep talking back. Do remember that I shall never forget how you drugged me-us so you can escape from my pack and dared to abuse your power as my Luna. I can sue you and put you in jail, Seraphina. How’s that?”

I closed my eyes, struggling at his words as I could his anger seeping through me. His action of hurting me was too much that I didn’t expect that Desmond would dare to do this.

That he would come to the point he would hurt me.

Or perhaps, I let him grow to hurt me because of what I did to hurt him back.

I was about to let my breath be out of me but the image of my son flashing before my eyes suddenly woke me up and I punched Desmond’s eye before I moved to kick him with my knee. He stepped backward, groaning in pain while I was panting.

“I am not going to let you kill me just because I severed our mate bond, Desmond…” I said through panting.

I massaged my neck. This was not the second time he tried to hurt me or more likely, we were trying to hurt each other through this process.

Desmond smiled bitterly. “You never know when to stop, do you, Seraphina?”

“Who are you to even threaten me? Just because of the past I did? Did you even question yourself that the actions I did are because of you?” I stood up and tried to make sense of him.

He looked annoyed as his face darkened. This time, Desmond didn’t let me escape when he slammed me to the wall causing me to gasp in horror.

“Then what did I do for you to reach that fucking conclusion, Seraphina?” he asked. “Tell me!” he shouted angrily which made me flinch.

I clenched my teeth. The anger I felt that time when I learned that he wasn’t being faithful to me, was enough to remember those memories. “Why don’t you find it out yourself?!” I screamed back.

I couldn’t let this man shout at me like he was some sort of my Alpha. I never belonged to any pack now.

With Desmon’s blazing eyes, I could tell that he was holding back to hurt me physically. He stepped back as he heaved out a hiss, looking pissed right now. “We must go.” He glared at me before he opened his palm.

I fixed myself and stared at it. I hadn’t recovered from his actions earlier and he wanted me to act now that we were fine just like the past few days? Is he insane?

“Hold my hand or I shall not allow you to leave my place ever again. Choose,” he warned.

That made me shiver. Hesitant, I accepted his hand. It was because I had no choice but to obey. Sander would be worried about me if Desmond had become truthful to his words.

“Why don’t you bring your lover with you instead of me? I still have work to do,” I said when we were in his carriage.

Desmond, as gentleman as ever, helped me to mount his carriage. “She is busy. That is why I will have you as her substitute,” he said. I noticed the sudden change of coldness in his tone.

I froze. So, was he really with his lover? Did I hear him right? Then I was her substitute? And we even made a mess in her room?

“Are you insane?” I could feel my blood boil. This atmosphere right now… I wanted to ruin it over and over.

Desmond checked his pocket watch, ignoring me. “We still have time.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Desmond!” I raised my tone, grabbing his attention.

His cold gaze darted on me. “Is being my lover’s substitute not enough for you? Or you are waiting for me to claim that you are my courtesan, Seraphina?” I opened my mouth to talk back. “You are my personal courtesan. You must pay back all the things I lost since you left my pack. Do not act innocent as if you have never done this to any other man.”

“I am not a courtesan for you nor any other man, Desmond.” I wanted to slam and ruin his carriage. I wanted to tell him that he forced me to please him on his bed.

His words were making me feel hurt that he was calling me a courtesan.

Desmond breathed out, having an amusement expression. “Weren’t you a courtesan before we met? You liked to seduce men just to earn money. Isn’t that right, Seraphina?”

“Shut up…” My lips were quivering. My hands were fidgeting.

Hearing these words from Desmond was making my emotions go haywire.

“And now you are back to that job. Being a seamstress in the morning and a courtesan for me in the afternoon. Isn’t that ironic?”

“Shut up…” One more word… I swear… I really swear…

But Desmond did not stop there. “For those years we haven’t seen each other, I bet… you were fooling with men aside from being a seamstress. Did you like having other men’s cocks pounding inside you like how I was doing to you, Seraphina?” He scoffed, grinning. “Oh, yes. I haven’t paid you for your service. Have no fret. I shall include it in your wage for serving me-”

I cut him off by slapping his cheek. “I said shut the hell up, didn’t I?!” I screamed while tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Desmond smiled. “Does it hurt?” he asked with a bitter cold tone.

I looked at him with hatred expressed in my eyes. It was his purpose to hurt me… emotionally. He was degrading me and he was winning.

I harshly wiped my tears, feeling my heart breaking more the more I kept staying in one place with him. “Now I know better that it was so wrong of me to accept you as my mate… You are a coward and moron, Desmond Verlice….” I said, full of abomination before I averted my gaze, keeping tears flowing down from my eyes.

“Don’t worry, Seraphina. I feel the same way.”