All Chapters of Hiding The Alpha's Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In a dark cave in the Northern Mountains a blood-spattered and weary general sat hunched next to a dying fire. Beside him, a small boy slept fitfully, still whimpering and crying for a mother who would never comfort him again.The battle was lost before the man had even arrived on the scene. The dead were scattered around the road, like blossoms shed from a tree, the Alpha and his Luna had been brutally slain, along with their beta, and the handful of guards that were with them. They had been ambushed on their own territory. The child was the only survivor.There was movement at the mouth of the cave, a small scuffle in the loose gravel. The general moved quickly, leaping over the fire, flying through the shadows, until he had the intruder by the neck, and his steel blade pressed against the neck.“Jareth…” The intruder managed to croak.Immediately, the general released his hold. “Apologies, Alpha.”They stepped into the cave, and the flickering firelight revealed the intruder was an

SarahThe members of my pack weren’t as unkind as I anticipated. Right after I left my father’s house, I was able to get a job cleaning in the pack’s small, two-story hospital. It was disgusting at times, but it was honest work, and I was grateful for the job. But, it didn’t last long. After about a month Jasper found out I had been employed there, and he harassed the director until she was forced to fire me.It was the same story at the factory, the diner and the bakery. Getting jobs was easy, but keeping them was near impossible, thanks to Jasper’s vindictive crusade.I’d given up trying to rent a room, because Jasper chased me out of every housing opportunity as well. Instead, I built myself a primitive lean-to in a neglected corner of the forest. Even the Alpha's security patrols didn't bother passing through there.After completing whatever work I could scrounge up for the day, I would return to my little camp, strip out of my clothes, and shift into my wolf for the night. If I h

JarethIt was a little over a mile from Poppy’s Tavern to the little cottage I had bought on the edge of the Crimson Fall’s forest. The boy and I walked side by side, at a slow pace to accommodate Kevin’s short legs. For once, I didn’t mind moving slow.My belly was very full.The cottage was completely dilapidated when I bought it. A simple three room stone hut with a thatched roof that was rotting and full of holes. In the months we’d been there, I had ripped off the straw roof, replaced the timbers, and put on corrugated tin sheets.. It wasn’t luxurious, but at least it didn’t leak. I had bought a twin bed for Kevin’s room, a king-sized bed for myself, and a used table with a few mismatched chairs.I had to be careful not to spend an absorbent amount of money in Crimson Falls. I was supposed to be a poor hunter, a grieving widower trying to start a new life with his boy.Unfortunately that meant I also could not hire someone to cook, clean and watch the kid while I went out to scou

JarethThe boy was sleeping soundly, so I slipped out to scout the area around the cottage, as I did most nights. I carried my bow and a quiver of arrows, to keep my cover story intact. Sometimes, if I actually stumbled upon some game, I did do a little hunting.I was trailing a young moose when I heard movement ahead. Splashing in the small, rocky stream, the snapping of a branch. I pushed through the underbrush expecting to find that juvenile moose standing knee deep in the water.I was shocked into silence when I saw the woman, perfectly naked, pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. I had been thinking of her so much for the last few days that it almost seemed like I had manifested her from my thoughts.Not that I was thinking of her naked. But now that I had seen her, those full, natural breasts with dusky nipples pebbled with the cold, rounded hips and thick thighs, a hint of dark curls at the juncture- well it was now thoroughly etched into my memory.I wasn’t able to think clearl

JarethChoosing the Alpha-heir’s rejected mate to be my fake-wife probably wasn’t the best way to maintain a low-key profile. But I needed help, and so did she.And…the girl could cook. I polished off two bowls of the turkey and stuffing before she reappeared. She looked hot and tired. There were sweat-stains on her t-shirt and her hair was frizzled and stuck to her face. She gave me a nervous smile. “I’m ready.”I grunted in reply and pushed back my chair.She squatted down to the young Alpha’s level. “Hello. What’s your name?”The boy stared at her without speaking. He wasn’t much for talking, and I’d warned him repeatedly not to speak to strangers. I put my hand on his shoulder to silently let him know that it was okay. “This is Kevin,” I said, answering for him. “Kevin, this is Sarah. She’s going to be your new step-mother.”His eyebrows furrowed and he gave me an angry look. I didn’t blame the boy. He’d just lost his mother six months ago. He likely had no interest in calling ano