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

AYLA

I pick up my head, and through the crack of the closing door, see a weird view.

Aaron has Hazel pressed against the counter, her back facing his front. I blink, my mind going numb as I watch my innocent baby brother roughly pulling Hazel’s panties down her legs. Before the scene escalates, I squeal and make a run in the opposite direction. My heart pounds like crazy as I struggle not to cringe.

My friend and my baby brother. Oh, Goddess. I thought they both were innocent.

Well, the view was anything but innocent. Right in the bathroom.

I let out another squeal and shake my head to get rid of the view. Terrible memory to have! But then again, when did these two start doing such things? I scrunch my nose at the thought. “Hey, sexy girl! “A man suddenly blocks my path.

I peer up, meeting the face of the blonde I saw earlier. He leans against the wall and shoots me a charming smile.

My heart pounds harder as I stare at him. “what- - -”

“Thought you were up for some fun.” He takes a step closer.

I stagger back, as memories threaten to resurface. The blondie doesn't take the hint and grabs my arms, tugging me to his chest.

A gasp whooshes out of my lungs. My ears start ringing, and my vision blackens instantly. “Wanna go somewhere quiet? I can give you some quick pleasure.” He is murmuring but his face is disappearing, and getting replaced with other older faces.

Sweat trickles down my back. I try to scream, but my voice drowns behind a wave of panic. I can't breathe. I need to run now.

I try to pull free, but he is already dragging me to a corner. I need to fight. I need to do something. But my body is not working.

“N- = -No. “I murmur, my voice small and weak.

“Fuck, doll. I can't hold back, but I promise I will take you to a hotel later. Let's have a quickie for now.” He suggests.

“N-No." My chest tightens.

I stumble and fall to my knees. No. Don’t touch me. It feels like my skin is peeling off as if someone has poured acid all over me and inside me.

“Oh come on—

Suddenly, he is thrown away from me. I drag my body away from him. My back hits the wall as I hear a deep voice saying coldly.

“Did you not hear it? She doesn't want a quickie.”

“Who the fuck are you? “The blondie screams.

“Husband.” Massimo replies cooly and points a thumb in my direction.

My sight restores like it never blackened. My pounding heart calms down and my hands stop trembling when I find him standing between me and the blondie, like a shield. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on Jo=bn-ib.c(o)m. “What?” The blondie glances at me.

“l am her husband. And you f****d up.” Massimo’s voice turns colder before I watch him throw the other guy down and punch him.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I shudder, pulling my legs closer to my chest in fear. One punch, and another, and so many follow that I lose track of them. The blondie’s blood spills over the floor and stains Massimo’s face and neck.

My so-called husband has this crazy, furious look on his face that makes my soul tremble and I find it hard to reach out.

He is savage, and ruthless about the way he beats the other man. The intention to murder and the blood that falls on his face with each hit make me stiffen.

He iis going to kill the blondie.

“M- - -Massimo." I gather the courage and mumble his name as tears leak out of my eyes again. Just when he hears my voice, he stops. His fist hovers in the air, his other hand still clenching onto the blondie’s collar as Massimo directs his enraged gaze toward me.

“It- - -It's my fault. P- - -Please spare him. “I sniffle, pushing myself harder towards the wall. Is he going to kill me now?

Massimo throws the blondie on the floor and gets to his feet. I grip my knees, my eyes following his every movement cautiously.

“Your fault, Kitten? ” Massimo towers over me, his crotch so close to my lips.

“I- - -I, Yes. Please." My body starts shivering under his darkening gaze.

Massimo crouches in front of me and places his palm on the wall, right above my head. I gasp, trying to disappear into the wall. His scent surrounds me, making me dizzy and lightheaded. “You wanted him to fuck you?" Massimo’ voice drops, a warning clear in his crazy eyes.

“No. I shake my head and blink away my tears but they keep falling.

Massimo's eyes lower to the trail of tears on my cheeks. He lifts his hand towards me. Instinctively, I flinch and close my eyes.

Will he hit me like he did to that man? If so, I should defend myself and- - -

I shiver at the sensation of his rough fingers on my cheeks. My core tightens, as blood rushes down to it with a single innocent touch from Massimo.

Sparks fly, my body arches and my senses tune out the whole world but him.

“Why are you crying?" Massimo whispers, his minty breaths ghosting my quivering lips.

He cups my cheek and traces the path of my tears with his thumb. At the weird gesture, more tears fall out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks.

“Open your eyes. ” Massimo rasps. " I need you to look at me. Right now."

Immediately, my eyes snap open and meet his gaze. The darkness still clouds his eyes, but his touch is gentle.

Unconsciously, I lean into his palm.

“Why are you crying?" He asks again and leans closer.

As if I found the cue, I sob and throw my arms around his neck. My face disappears in his chest and the dam I was trying to build for my tears breaks.

“I- - -I got so scared. “I tell him in between sobbing and hold him tighter.

I don't feel fear with him when he is like this. I don't feel like running away when the sparks run down my spine. I don’t find him repulsive when he is not trying to force himself upon me. “Of me?” Massimo’s hands cup the back of my head and the small of my back.

“No I sniffle and blurt mindlessly. “No, I thought you wouldn't come. I was scared of the blondie. I am- - -I am scared of all men. I can not touch anyone but you.

Sobs rack my body as Massimo falls silent and pulls me closer to his chest. His disturbed heartbeat against my cheek soothes something inside me.

In the arms of my father’s enemy, a man who took advantage of me, a man who hates me for reasons I am unaware of—

In the arms of a monster like that, oddly, I feel the safest I have ever felt before.

Massimo gathers me in his arms and walks out of the corridor. I don't question where he is carrying me. I rest against him, and let his touch and scent calm my demons.