All Chapters of The Alpha’s Hidden Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Fuck, yes. Like that, ride me, don’t stop. Good girl!” His rough palm rested on the side of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like I belonged to him. He moved in slow circles, savoring every single motion I made. I bent over, placing my palm on his chest, and locked eyes with him. Then I began to rock harder, faster.I watched his head fall back, his eyes rolling upward as he groaned, biting his lower lip. I tightened my grip around him, sinking into the rhythm with a precise motion. My hips swiveled, the familiar ache and pleasure mixing in a bitter cocktail.“Fuck, yeah, Angel. Yes!” He called out my name—one that wasn’t mine. One that reminded me I was nothing more than a tool, a slut.I knew exactly how to make all men bend, how to reduce them to trembling messes with nothing but my body. After all, I had started this job at thirteen—fucking different men, learning how to perfect my skills, all while drowning in a growing debt.His breath soon became erratic, his body ten

MAYA. Six Months Later“You have to know that you’re not capable of carrying these children. There are two of them in your belly, and you have no strength. You have no wolf, which makes you no different from a human. Humans can’t bear werewolf children—they don’t have the strength.” Giana’s voice was calm but firm as she spoke, her eyes filled with concern.I said nothing.I was determined to have them. To bear these children and use them for my revenge. Even if it meant my death, I had already started writing them diaries, so they would avenge my death—and that of their grandparents. I would never relent. Never.“Maya has made up her mind, Giana,” Stella said, walking into the room as Giana packed up the instruments she used to check on me. “No matter what, she’s going to have these kids. She’s even started writing a diary. The other day, she told me I have to give it to them.”Giana didn’t argue. She’d been with me through it all, ever since they found me. Running from Leonardo had

MAYA. Everything was going well. It all came together, and in no time, we were running our restaurant off-pack restrictions. No men allowed, and thinking this was going to make us less known, it actually made us all popular.Women trooped in every day — it was our little sanctuary without the restrictions that men brought. Every woman felt safe, and we bonded so well. At first, I thought it was only going to be about food, but our restaurant became a haven for women. No judgment. No domination. It was all beauty and fun.This warmed my heart, healed a part of me that I thought was lost forever. I rubbed my belly as I watched them from the kitchen. They were happy. “Maya, you haven’t finished up the menu for the day. I have to come up with herbs to suit them, so hurry.” Giana called out to me. The other women were cutting up the vegetables. I nodded and went to join them.While we were busy with that, Rayla burst through the back door. Her face was pale, her chest rising and falling

VICTORIA — LEONARDO’S HALF-SISTERVictoria ran her fingers slowly over the tequila bottle. Her eyes were half-lidded, and heavy with intoxication. She nearly slipped off the high stool next to the bar but caught herself just in time, giggling softly to herself like the fall would have made the pain she was feedling better.Her personal maid—and best friend—Rayden stood nearby, arms crossed, watching her with a mixture of pity and frustration. Rayden was gay and one could easily notice it because of his makeup which was bold and dramatic. Rayden, ever the fashion lover and unapologetically flamboyant, had bonded with Clara back in high school over their mutual obsession with style, sass, and rebellion.“Is he… back yet?” she slurred, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes fluttered closed.Rayden shook his head, arms folding more tightly across his chest.“No, he is not. And I advise you go to bed. Drinking yourself into oblivion won’t fix anything.”Victoria let out a broken lau