Hidden Alpha's Daughter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Bri Life seemed to even out and stayed consistent for Dominic and me for the first two years of my teaching career. Then things changed again for the two of us. Though I wasn’t sure, I was ready for it. Heck, I wasn’t sure I was prepared to even look at the test results as I stood in my bathroom with Angel waiting for the test to finish. I was so nervous I could hardly contain myself. If the test was negative, I was sure I would be heartbroken. It has only been a few months since I haven't been on any form of birth control. We decided that we wanted kids but would let things happen as they pleased. We weren't actively trying, but more like if it happens, then it happens. Well, at least that's how Dominic put it. "Will you calm down? You're making me nervous just watching you." Angel was sitting on the bathroom counter, watching me. She had taken the timer from me a minute ago because I kept looking at it. I stopped my pacing and sat on the ledge of the bathtub. "Sorry. I'm just n

DominicMy life was nothing like I thought it would ever be. For one, I never thought I would be a member of a pack. Let alone a high-ranking member of said pack. Second I could only in my dreams think I would be so lucky as to have a mate that was so amazing. She was strong and proved that more than once. And third, I never thought I would be so lucky to be the father of not one but two little boys. After giving birth to our oldest son, Damion, on the front porch, I made sure we were at the clinic when it came time for our secondborn to come. Though I know Bri was annoyed with me because I was rushing her to the clinic with every little contraction. I still stand by my obsession. Especially when our second son, Bryce, arrived just as fast as his older brother had. Within minutes of Bri going into active labor and her water breaking, both our sons made their way into this world, ready to take on anything. With Damion announced instantly as being next in line as Alpha, Bryce was set

AlisonThe sound of my cellmate moving around our cell wakes me up. I really hate her. She is the loudest person ever. I sit up in my bed and glare down at my cellmate as she continues to move about. But before I can say anything, our cell door is open, and the guards yell, "Count," this means no matter what, I must get up. With a sigh, I climb down, step out of my cell, and stand in line. The guard moves down the line calling out our inmate numbers, stopping briefly in front of me. "Inmate 728435," He looks up from his clipboard. "Your lawyer is here to see you. After count, one of us will walk you down there." I give him a confused look but nod my head. I have learned that it is easier to just agree with the guards than it is to try and argue. I don't have a lawyer, nor do I have anyone on my list to visit me. And saying as much will only piss him off because, well, frankly, he doesn't care.After the count, I go back into my cell and quickly change out of the sweats I wear to b

AlisonThe next few days seemed to go by super-fast but, at the same time, went by so slowly, if that was even possible. I spent my time, as I always did, in the yard working out. The day before my release, I was pulled from the cell block after the morning count and taken to the warden's office. He was an ugly man. He had a ring on his ring finger indicating he was married, but I didn't see any woman that could possibly love him. He had a huge nose that had what looked like craters spotted all over it. His eyebrows were thick and bushy. Maybe they wouldn't have been so noticeable if they weren't black. He kept his hair in a crew cut as though he was in the military or something. He also wore a suit as though he didn't work in a prison and was important. And for a heavy guy, he walked around as though he was the most attractive-looking guy there ever was. I was sure he fancied himself as good looking too. Sometimes he would walk around the prison and flirt with some of the women, who

Alison I sat in the cell for hours while I waited. Whoever this alpha was, he had been watching my interaction with the other wolf. If I hadn't felt his eyes burrowing into my head before, the guy freezing in the middle of unlocking my cell was a sure giveaway. After a while, I started to grow bored, so I stood up and paced back and forth. Finally, I smelled someone else approaching my cell. I stopped so that I was just out of arm's length, so if someone were to reach through the bars, they wouldn't be able to reach me. But not so far away, it wouldn't seem as though I wasn't right there in their face. The man that appeared was, well, if I may say so, mouth-watering. He looked like he lived in a gym. His muscles went on for days as they threatened to rip his shirt right off his body. His brown hair hung down to his shoulders. His face was covered in stubble as though he hadn't shaved in a few days. My wolf yipped in excitement and did what I could only describe as a happy dance at th