All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Natalie "So, Natalie. Can I call you Natalie? What I'm really curious about is whether you're single, because I've been thinking we could grab dinner and discuss my...athletic performance in more detail."Oh brother.I mentally roll my eyes while keeping my expression professionally neutral.Believe it or not, out of all the players I've interviewed so far, Jake Morrison has been the most entertaining and the goofiest. It’s odd for a guy who's a Dallas Titans wide receiver with enormous pressure on his shoulders.There’s also the fact that he’s living up to his player reputation and has been flirting with me since he entered the room."Mr. Morrison, I think we are going off-track a bit," I say, shuffling my interview cards, "And if you can bear with me, I have two fan questions I'm required to ask before we wrap this up."Jake leans back in his chair, that trademark grin he uses on and off the field spreading across his face."Fire away, beautiful. Though I'm hoping one of them is

Jaxon"Run it again from the top," Coach Harrison barks from across the conference room, his weathered face set in the permanent scowl that's made him legendary in the league.He also happens to be childhood best friends with my father."If you can't execute these plays in your sleep, you're gonna get your asses handed to you by the Chicago Bears."The man's been relentless for the past three weeks, drilling every formation into our heads until we could run them blindfolded.Like my father, Harrison doesn't accept anything less than perfection, and right now, his laser focus is trained on the defensive schemes spread across the whiteboard.I lean back in my chair, studying the X's and O's while my teammates shift around the table. The five werewolves present are all pack members since most of the human players, including Jake Morrison, didn’t show up. They look as tired as I feel, but their attention never wavers."The weak side blitz leaves us vulnerable here." I point to a gap in th

Natalie My heart pounds against my ribs as I glance down at the final card in my hands.The entire Dallas Titans roster sits before me in perfectly arranged chairs, their presence charging the conference room with electricity.But my eyes keep drifting to one man.Jaxon sits in the center. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his jaw clean-shaven, and those intense blue-grey eyes seem to find mine every time I look up from my notes.Over the past few days, he's stopped trying to corner me, stopped showing up at moments when I least expect him to. Instead, he's been respectful, almost...professionalIt's somehow more surprising, given the fact that he saw me with Harry at the mall. I’ve been dreading a conversation with him ever since.Clearing my throat, I raise my eyes to meet his while trying to ignore the way my pulse skitters."Final question for you, Mr. Wolfgang. How are you feeling about tomorrow's game against the Chicago Bears?"Jaxon's lips curve into a smile that's pure c

JaxonFreckles gave me her number, and that's considered the biggest win in my book.The thought runs through my mind as I lean back in my desk chair, phone pressed to my ear, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice."When I gave you my number, I didn't expect you to call and text me daily, Mr. Wolfgang," Natalie's voice comes through the speaker.It’s carefully professional with an edge that tells me she’s still guarded toward me.My wolf also recoils at the way she addresses us, but I swallow the emotion down.Baby steps. Fuck, we’re taking baby steps.“We are back to Mr. Wolfgang, Freckles?” I ask, testing the waters."A couple of conversations and you ordering my favorite dessert for me won't have me calling you by your name," Natalie replies, her voice more monotonous than ever.Ever since we shared that tiramisu at Bella Notte a few days ago, I've been having it delivered to her hotel room every other day.It started as a way to remind her of our evening together, but it'

NatalieThe hotel room alarm screams at 6:30 AM, jolting me from dreams filled with blue-grey eyes and Italian restaurants.Day eighteen of my Titans assignment, and I still wake up disoriented in this sterile space that smells like industrial carpet cleaner more than anything.I reach for my phone immediately, muscle memory from weeks of this routine etched into my mind as I call Freda’s phone.Harry's sleepy voice answers on the second ring."Morning, baby," I whisper, padding to the window to pull back the heavy curtains. Dallas sprawls before me, already buzzing with early morning traffic."Mommy! Aunt Freda made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs!" Harry's excitement crackles through the speaker, instantly lifting my mood."That sounds amazing, baby. Did you eat your fruit too, or just the dinosaur pancakes?"There’s a pause from the other end of the line."I ate...some grapes.""How many grapes, Harry Anderson?""Three. But they were really big grapes, Mommy!"I can't help but smi