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

AYLA

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I could hear Dad shouting behind me. For a second there, I thought he wouldn’t let me leave. They will keep me there, kick Massimo out, and force me into mating with C**n.

But to my surprise, Mom holds him back. “Let her go, Alex. ”

“I am going to rip that f**r to pieces and—”

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Alex, let our daughter go. She has grown up. She knows what she is doing. “I was shocked to hear Mom say that and almost stopped but Massimo grabbed my elbow and pulled me out of my house before I could rush back to my agitated parents.

“We are going home, Kitten. ” He whispered to me, but I could sense the underlying threat to his words.

That’s why I am in his car now, driving to wherever his d**d home is.

I steal a glance at the man driving the car with a frown between his brows before sighing and leaning back in my seat.

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Until this morning, you were so sure you would get rid of me.” He says, his voice harsh.

“I will get rid of you. That hasn’t changed. ” I whisper, staring out the windshield.

The road is dark and has trees on both sides. I should fear this repulsive man in the middle of nowhere. He can kill me, dump me into the forest, and disappear without a trace.

However, I find myself relaxing back as if nothing is wrong. The only worry I have is of my parents and my brother.

I broke their heart. But their hearts would have broken more if they had married me off to C**n and later realized what he had done to me

before.

“Why do I feel like you are using me and it’s not the other way around?” Massimo growls under his breath.

My lips curl.” Bravo! You hit the bullseye.’

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Suddenly, my doubts become reality. He pulls the car off the road, into a dark part of the forest and presses the brake. His car comes to a screeching halt, jolting me forward with a brutal force.

I gasp as my head almost collides with the dashboard but his arm shoots out at the last moment, and wraps around my chest, pushing me

back.

You—

With a speed that’s unusual, he tugs me out of my seat, and in the blink of my eye, I am already seated on his lap, my legs on both sides of

him.

When our position registers in my mind, my gaze is drawn to his face which appears cold under the dim lights. My breath catches in my throat, fear making its way down my spine.

“Massi—Massimo. “I stammer, my heart hammering inside my chest.

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He seizes my chin between his calloused fingers and draws my head towards his face. Our breaths mingle, and a rush of sparks explodes behind my eyes, making me shake atop him.

‘You wore this little dress for that a**le C**n, yet you were desperate to run away from him? Are you trying to use me to make him f**g jealous, Kitten? “His eyes flash golden.

“No.” I shake my head, my hands balled into fists.

His hand slides to my thigh. Horror paints my face as I look down. The dress has ridden up, leaving my upper thighs exposed, so close to his

c**h.

My head spins. I try to think, but panic holds my reigns and makes me blind to what he is doing.

His hand inches closer, and closer to my panties, making me shake worse than before.

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Do you have a thing for that s**g?” His voice is thick and heavy with desire.

I blink, trying to return to the moment but I am drifting away. I need to run or push him away. I need to do something to get him away from

me.

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“You do, don’t you?” Anger invades his voice.

His grip on my chin tightens. He pulls my face in before our lips meet with a fiery urgency. His teeth nibble on my lower lip, tugging savagely as if he wants to wound me and taste my blood.

He tastes like mint and whiskey, raw and natural. I try to focus on that, on the explosive sensation of his lips, but I am still moving across time, returning to a place where I don’t want to be.

A girl is screaming behind closed doors in my memory. The booming laughter that follows her screams leaves me shivering on the dirty floor.

Look at the Alpha Brat! She thinks she is next!’ They laugh at my fear.

Don’t worry, Brat. You are too expensive for us. You will be sold at a high price, to a man who will make you regret being born in this world.’ Their evil voices echo in my mind.

I am so scared, alone, and hungry. These men—they hurt girls. Every day, and night, they drag girls in there by their hair and beat them, and do Goddess knows what to them that they scream for as long as they are inside with those big men.

When those girls come out, they are unconscious. Blood taints the path they are dragged on and the men laugh before telling me that the same is about to happen to me if not worse.

‘Why not have a taste? Maybe, use her mouth?’ One of them suggests, as the screams continue in the background.

I don’t know what they mean. I don’t want to know. I want Mommy and Daddy. Why are they not coming for me?

I see them coming towards me before I am grabbed by my hair like the other girls and pulled to a corner. I try to fight and kick them but I am so small and they are so big. It hurts my neck to even look at them.

Jackie! Let the girl go. There are several mouths to use. Let her be or Boss will have our head. ‘Another stops the man who is dragging me ruthlessly.

But he refuses to let me go. I remember crying for Mommy and Daddy, but there is no one here for me.

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Mon, 24 Jun

Here, the world is bleak, and the men are cruel. But I am special. In the end, the man named Jackie lets me go because I am Alpha Alexander’s daughter and I must be sold at a high price to someone who wants a taste of the Alpha’s Brat.

They dump me in the corner, but they tell me they will come again.

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When another unconscious, bleeding girl is pulled out of the room and dragged to the door that leads out of the murky place, I believe it.

They will always come back for me. They will hurt me more than they hurt those girls because I am my father’s daughter.

I don’t want to be.

I just want to be Ayla.

Ayla has no enemies. She is not special. Men don’t want to hurt her.

She can stay at home with her Mommy and draw little houses. She can play with Shawn in the yard. She can be happy with double chocolate chip cookies and simple pancakes.

“Ayla. ” Rough hands stroke my cheeks, as a voice calls out my name repeatedly.

I blink, my vision blurred with tears. When Massimo’s face comes into view, I unlock his side of the door and lunge out of the car hurriedly.

I need to run before he catches onto everything that is wrong with me. He can not catch my weakness and use it against me.

My feet carry me away from him, as fast as I can. My lungs ache as I hold my breath for too long.

I am running through the woods, just to find a place to hide and get away from him. He shouldn’t touch me again.

He-

A fallen branch makes me trip and fall on my knees. Instantly, bile rises to my throat and throw up. Tears run down my cheeks while I try to get back to my feet.

But I have no energy left. I am so tired of running and so far now. Maybe, Massimo won’t catch me and I will stay here until I can get back on my feet again.

“Ayla.” But his dreaded voice follows me, now sounding from in front of me.

His shiny shoes come into my view, knocking the breath out of my lungs again. I must look like a mad woman to him, running and throwing up in the middle of nowhere.

“Massimo. “I whisper, clenching my shaking hands into fists.

Slowly, I look up and find him crouching at a respectable distance. His brows furrow, his eyes staring at me intently.

What was it?” He asks, his jaw clenched.

Wh—What?” I stutter.

He stares into my eyes for a long moment, before he looks down and his jaw tightens some more.

He gets up, walks to my side, and crouches again. The moment his hands reach for my shoulders, I flinch, unconsciously slipping to my left.

A strange gleam flashes across his eyes when he notices my reluctance. It’s almost like he knows what’s wrong with me.

Massimo curls his hands into fists and pulls them back to his side as he questions,” Can you—get up and walk?”

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My heart s i p s a beat as I nod reluctantly. The quiet of the dark forest threatens to pull me back to the horrible memories but he is there, in- the dark, staring down at me.

His brown eyes appear a part of the night, scarier than the monsters that may lurk in the forest.

“Good. Let’s go home now.” He whispers.

Home? I just left my home.

“I won’t touch you like that again, if that’s what you are worried about. ” His voice is still cold, but his eyes hold that strange gleam.

Something pushes me to trust him in that moment, as if a bond exists between us and I am not yet aware of it.

I nod, and get to my wobbly feet. The episode of that horror is over, and now, I can walk again for some time.