บททั้งหมดของ A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

LauraI stood in Sam's living room, watching him and Ryan mess around with an expensive robot model kit on the carpet. It was the third gift Sam had given Ryan this week, and my kid was over the moon. Even after I told him Ryan wasn't his, Sam still treated him like his own flesh and blood."Mommy, look! Sam says this robot's got a remote and can shoot little missiles!" Ryan waved the controller, his eyes sparkling with a pure joy I hadn't seen in ages."That's awesome, bud," I said, smiling, but my heart was a tangled mess.Sam was patiently showing Ryan how to work the remote, his usually sharp eyes soft as hell. Every time Ryan nailed it, Sam ruffled his hair with a grin—so natural, like they shared some unspoken bond.It hurt to watch. For seven years, I'd told myself I raised Ryan alone because Sam ditched me, choosing pack honor over our love. But seeing them together, so in sync, I started questioning everything."Alright, little man, bedtime," Sam said, glancing at his w

LauraA few days later, I sat at my desk, fingers tapping absently. Since that steamy night, Sam and I had grown tighter, but my mind was nowhere near work. Normal life? Yeah, right.I opened my drawer, pulling out Ryan's photo. His brows, his jaw, the way he stood—it was Sam all over. Every detail hit me with guilt. I should've told him Ryan was his. I had the chance that night but chickened out at the last second.Sunlight streamed through the office window. I sighed, glancing at Sam's desk. Tonight, I'd tell him. But how? Just blurt out, "Hey, remember that full moon seven years ago? The girl you ditched? She had your kid.""Laura?" Isabella's voice snapped me back. She stood in the doorway. "You okay? You've been zoned out all morning.""I'm fine. Just... stuff to deal with," I said, forcing a smile.Isabella shut the door, plopping into the chair across from me. "Is it Sam? The whole office is buzzing about you two."I blinked, caught off guard. "What?""Come on, Laura. T

LauraThe next morning, I woke up disoriented, blinking at the unfamiliar room. It hit me—this was Sam's guest room. Last night's chaos flooded back: the preschool's call, Ryan's disappearance, Sam's protection, the elders' threat.I shut the door softly and headed to the living room, hoping to see Sam. But the place was dead quiet. A note sat on the kitchen table. I picked it up."Laura, my beta's outside keeping you safe. Stay in the apartment—it's the safest place. I'll be back soon. Love you, Sam."I sighed. Always the same—facing danger alone, trying to shield everyone. He's an Alpha, sure, with duties and strength, but I couldn't help worrying. I shot him a text, letting him know we were up and to be careful, then started on breakfast. Ryan shuffled out half an hour later, rubbing his eyes, his face falling when he saw just me."Where's Sam?" he asked, disappointment clear in his voice."He's out handling some stuff, sweetie," I said softly, sliding scrambled eggs in front

SamI stood in the middle of Pack Hall, surrounded by a circle of grim faces—the Council of Elders, those self-righteous pricks who still thought they could jerk me around like a puppet. They sat there, all high and mighty, like they were conducting some sacred ritual instead of this pathetic circus."Sam," Elder Carter's voice boomed through the hall, "as the Alpha of this pack, it's your duty to strengthen our numbers. We've noticed you've been distracted lately, letting personal feelings get in the way of your responsibilities. Today, the Council of Elders is announcing your engagement to Theodora Belle. This union will refocus you on your role as Alpha."I glanced at Theodora, standing off to the side—a gorgeous blonde, the pack's hand-picked, picture-perfect Luna candidate. She flashed me a smile, that polished, obedient grin she'd been trained to wear. The ideal mate, from her pedigree to her manners. Flawless. Except she wasn't Laura."Elders," I said, my voice cool and ste

"Fuck, Laura," I murmured against her mouth, my voice rough with need, "you don't know how many nights I've dreamed of this." My hands slid lower, tracing the curve of her hips, dipping beneath the waistband of her jeans. The denim was tight, clinging to her like a second skin, and I popped the button open with a flick of my thumb, easing the fabric down just enough to slip my hand between her thighs. She was already wet, her slickness coating my fingers, and I let out a guttural groan, my cock twitching in my jeans. My wolf howled inside me, its hunger a sharp edge to my own, clawing for release.Her breath caught, a soft gasp escaping as I teased her slowly, circling her clit with deliberate, featherlight strokes. Her eyes fluttered shut, dark lashes fanning against her flushed cheeks, and I watched, mesmerized, as her lips parted. Her hips rocked against my hand, seeking more, and I obliged, sliding one finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit that spot that made her t