All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Natalie “You are gonna poke a hole in his face if you keep staring at him like that.” Freda’s voice slams me from behind, and I turn around, hand on my heart.“Jesus Christ, you scared me.”Standing in the doorway, my best-friend-slash-roommate holds grocery bags in one hand and a gym bag slung over her other shoulder. Freda has been my anchor through everything.Whether it’s being an emergency contact at Harry’s preschool, babysitting when work takes control over my life, or being my only family after my dad died when I was seventeen, Freda’s been with me through it all.We met during my senior year of high school when she transferred from Chicago after her parents' messy divorce. Two broken girls who found family in each other.She needed stability after years of her parents' toxic marriage and them ignoring her, and I needed someone who understood what it felt like to navigate the world without a safety net.It also helped that she worked from home as an online consultant.“You s

JaxonAdjusting my cufflinks in the hallway outside the media conference room, trying to get this interview over with as quickly as possible, I watch as my assistant Liza approaches.She’s clutching her tablet with that look she gets when she thinks she needs to sell me on something.“I really think you should know that today's journalist isn't like the others. She's doing an in-depth championship series, focusing on each player rather than the whole team,” Liza continues to explain.Believe it or not, I’ve heard this exact pitch from her mouth before, and as I straighten my tie, my mind starts cataloging the clipped responses I'll give.This is just another journalist looking for the angle that'll set off their career, or probably hoping I'll slip up and give them something personal to exploit.After years of interviews, I’ve learned how to maneuver my way through them."She won't be asking any invasive personal questions," I state more than ask, meeting Liza's eyes with the look tha

NatalieMy fingers tremble as I shuffle the cards, aware that we are done here, and that any more questions will be arranged next week after I’ve gone through the other players. But one card in particular stops me.And it’s the one written in my boss’s scrawly handwriting.Got a few questions from the fans. Ask him about these, the card reads, and as I glance over them, mortification grips my bones. These questions are way better than unpacking everything the smug bastard has just said.“Moving away from that, Mr. Wolfgang. I have a few quickfire questions from your fans before we wrap this up.”Jaxon’s lips curve into a slow smirk like he can see me diverting. “Fire away, Miss Anderson.”“At thirty-nine and the oldest among the Titans, fans have started calling you ZaddyWolfgang. The nickname has been used by nearly a million followers online. My question is, does ZaddyWolfgang have a Mrs. Wolfgang stashed away somewhere?”Christ, Tim. What kind of fans are these?But I know what ki

Jaxon The Dallas skyline stretches endlessly before me, the sprawl of glittering lights against the midnight sky making my head throb. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, the city looks nothing like the chaos raging inside my chest. My wolf hasn't stopped pacing since this afternoon. Since we saw her. Mate. Mate. Mate. The word pounds through my skull like a relentless hum, and it drowns out every rational thought I've tried to form in the last eight hours. Five years of convincing myself I made the right choice. Five years of burying the Mate bond so deep I thought it was dead, only for all of it to crumble the moment Natalie Matthews walked back into my life. She looked...fuck, she looked incredible. Not like the broken twenty-one-year-old I'd been forced to walk away from, but like a woman who'd built herself into something formidable. Our Freckles thrived without us. The thought should comfort me. Instead, it feels like a knife twisting in my gut. My p

Jaxon I stare at the way the movement makes her breasts press against the fabric of her shirt, and my mouth goes dry imagining my hands mapping every inch of skin hidden beneath that flimsy top.We both step into her hotel room, and the door closes behind me with a soft click.The room feels smaller with both of us in it.All I can do is breathe her in. All I see is her…after five torturous years."How have you been?" I ask, the question coming out like it did five years ago.Back then, I made sure she ate regularly and none of that junk food she always ate on her lunch break. The boss she was interning under had starved and worked her to the bone.I made sure to check up on her—her sleep, her health, her…untouched grief about her father’s death that she carried at the time.Positioning herself by the window to keep the distance between us, Natalie’s cold glare is almost enough to dig a hole in my heart."Let's not waste each other's time with you pretending you care about my well-b