All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S SECRET BOY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bryan Anderson’s P.OV As I watched the young man walking towards my towering skyscraper, a wave of anticipation coursed through me. Despite being immensely wealthy, I knew my fortune wouldn't impress him and quite frankly I found his indifference to wealth, stupid. But there was something about him that made my heart race. For years, I had my lawyers send countless legal notices to Forbes to ensure that I would not be included in their list of the world's most desirable men. I had no interest in such superficial and frivolous attention. My kind valued discretion and maintained a low profile, even though I knew my immense wealth and striking appearance would turn heads wherever I went. But even as I observed the boy's approach, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even if he turned out to be a parasitic swindler. His slicked-back brown hair glistened with gel, framing a heart-shaped face with blue eyes and long lashes. His rosebud lips begged to be kissed, and his lithe body seeme

Ah.Roy manages to swallow back the instinctive gasp that rises out of his throat, a shocked reaction to slamming right into the man he had high hopes of never meeting till he meets his grave. He has never seen the CEO, but what he sees on the internet is more than enough for him to know that this guy is hot. Intensely so—but it’s the first time Roy finds someone so literally hot that sweat actually starts soaking his skin.Was that fear?“Sir?”Eff. It sounds like Roy is about to cry which he doesn’t want to do. He tries again, and this time his voice comes out more confident, stronger than he feels. “Sir. I am so sorry about this. I don’t—”Just as abruptly Bryan held Roy, he lets go of him, and his sensually unsmiling lips thin. Roy almost loses his balance, thrown off course by the thinly veiled condescension in the billionaire’s gaze. It makes him sick to the stomach, especially when his heart refuses to get the memo that this man is looking at him like he was a gnat beneath those

Roy tiptoes through the doorway, swallowed by the vast jaws of the CEO's office. Every fiber of his being screams retreat, but his feet keep moving, driven by a morbid fascination. This isn’t an office; it is a palace carved from glass and steel, sprawled across the entire penthouse floor. From what Roy can see, it rivals the size of the entire apartment complex he shares with Hailey and Liam, maybe even double it. Heck, it can probably work as a landing pad for a couple of choppers. What is he doing here?!!!!! The room is cloaked in twilight, save for a shaft of golden light spearing through a crack in the doorway. Floor-to-ceiling drapes cover the windows, shielding the room from the sun's fiery descent. Paintings, stark against the black-coated steel walls, seemed to leer down at him. His footsteps, muffled by the plush sapphire carpet, sounded like drumbeats against his racing heart. Oh, Christ, Roy feels faint. Gulping air, he cranes his neck upwards, the ceiling angling down in

“Fuck!” Claire screams as he pukes out the last bit of his breakfast on her face, “You are so dead.” She runs out of the elevator, down the hallway, and Roy in confusion, follows after her, trying to apologize. He stands outside the ladies while she cleaned up, his face red with embarrassment. He straightens when the door opens and a very angry Claire stomps out. “You are so gross.” She seethes at him. What? How was he the gross when she was on her knees in the— The thought makes him gag again and this time, she jumps back so his vomit lands on the tiles. “You will not tell anyone what you saw.” “What? I didn’t even see anything.” Roy nods, desperately wanting to forget the nightmarish episode already. “Swear.” She screeches. “I cross my heart,” Roy mumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, wishing he had his water bottle with him. “I’ll kill you if this gets out.” She wags her fingers at his face when he finally raises his eyes to look at her. “God, I already sw

Adrenaline pumps through his vein and instincts he never knew he has kicked in. Roy catches a glimpse of red eyes and pokes at them with his fingers. His attacker howls.It was a dog?—no, a wolf…a freaking werewolf. Roy gasps, absolutely sure of his conclusion.With shaky hands, Roy manages to pull out his pepper spray and he presses his thumb against the nozzle, once, twice, as many times as he can into the eyes of the wolf.The werewolf yelps, turning away as its body falls to the ground with a heavy thud.His phone vibrates against his pocket and he scrambles to answer it but gleaming silver claws swipe it away. Fuck! Another werewolf?The werewolf lunges at him again, swiping the pepper spray out of his hand before he could press the nozzle. Roy stares at the werewolf in dismay. Is this how his end would be?All of a sudden, a third werewolf howls, jumping out of the shadows, claws ripping into the chest of the brown werewolf in front of Roy. The claws are at least 2ft long, as sh