All Chapters of Hiding the Alpha's Heir: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I returned to the ceremony after I remained calm. I looked for Sander and didn't bother to try to speak with Desmond's pack members.Why would I? They ridiculed me when they didn't know that it was their Alpha who ruined our marriage.Why must I waste my time dealing with them?I was way more worried for my son than anybody else.Sander approached me with a familiar young boy who I hadn't seen for seven years. "Mama, look! I have cousin Daniel with me."I gasped seeing Daniel again. "Danny!" I exclaimed.Daniel, who was ten years old now, gently bowed his head. "Greetings, Mama Ina." He had a gentle smile as his eyes looked excited.Sander creased his forehead at what Daniel called me."It has been seven years, Danny!" I exclaimed as I greeted him with a hug. "You are a grown-up boy now. I am excited to meet you again!" I squeezed him so tight.Daniel coughed. "I am... too, Mama Ina..."I creased my forehead when he sounded like he was going to be out of breath. When I checked it, I g

Desmond made a one-week stay at the vacation house located at Elian. Sander couldn't hide his excitement as soon as he eyed the mansion."Wow! It is big! Bigger than our flat, Mama!" Sander exclaimed, raising both of his hands.I smiled and nodded. "It is, sweetheart." I heaved out a sigh, feeling nostalgic somehow."I am certain you will love it here, son," Desmond said as he got down and helped Sander to get down, too. Sander giggled when his father raised him up before he turned to me to offer his hand. "My marchioness..."I frowned at that other endearment he came up with from the past. "I do not need your help," I uttered in a harsh whisper, afraid that Sander might hear me.It was a good thing that he was being entertained by George, the caretaker of Verlice's vacation house. He was already in his mid-50s still having jet black hair and round-shaped eyes.Desmond chuckled when I got down on my own. "Feisty... I wonder if you can still put that up when I tie you up in our bed, Se

"Let's set a camp here," Desmond announced. "Near the lake would be suitable. What do you think, Sander?"That was what Desmond thought when we finished our morning meal and we were taking a stroll around the vacation house. We happened to halt in front of the lake which Sander didn't hesitate to wade in the water."Hmm!" Sander said. "Or a picnic. We haven't done it back in the pack, Papa."Desmond nodded. "We can do that. I shall tell George to make preparations.""No," I chimed in. Desmond looked at me, creasing his forehead. "You know that I do not want anyone who shall make the preparations," I said unhappily.At first, Desmond was perplexed at my words. It took him a few moments before he realized what I meant. He smiled. "Ah, yes. Indeed. I have forgotten. My apologies, seraphim. I shall not do that then."I almost frowned when he called me in that endearment again. I just ignored it and glanced at Sander who was looking at us."Is there something wrong?" I asked because he had

I was left astounded at that action coming from Desmond, wide-eyed. I received jolts of sparks flowing in my skin when he cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss.His tongue sought entrance inside my mouth, asking for an invitation. I clung to his neck, wanting him more as we were both entangled with each other.I questioned how I ended up in this situation again. Why was I inside Desmond's arms and I was allowing him to smash his lips in mine?And how dare I respond back to him? When did I even do that?Why did his lips feel so right with mine?Desmond slowly parted. I slowly peeled my eyes open, following his lips again. But when I heard a soft warning growl coming from him."Our son is here, seraphim..." he whispered near to my ear, leaving wet kisses.His words felt like a bucket of ice threw me. I pushed him away from me and immediately looked at Sander who was covering his ears, still turning his back on us.I mindlessly touched my wet lips, looking at Desmond with an unbelievable

"Your answer?" Desmond asked in a dark sensual tone while his fingers were swirling in the few strands of my wavy blonde hair.Nervous, I looked into his eyes.He wanted me to visit his chambers tonight. Shit... I knew it would end up in that condition.And I couldn't say no to that since I told him that I would do anything so he wouldn't dare to separate me from our son."Yes..." I gulped, answering him.But he didn't look satisfied with my answer. "You know I am still doubting you, seraphim. Your answer doesn't make me convinced that—""Yes, cinnamon." I cut him off.I knew what he was trying to mean. He sounded unsatisfied because he had been wanting my endearment to him to be used to calling on him.My theory was right as soon as Desmond's alluring lips curled up into a smile. "Good." His knuckles brushed against my cheek. "You know how to read the room, Seraphina."I shivered at what he said and the sensation he made me want to feel."Return to your post," Desmond ordered coldly.