All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JaxonI watch Natalie sleep, the early morning light filtering through the cabin windows.Her face is peaceful in a way I haven't seen since we were together five years ago.And my wolf ? He’s settled into a contentment so foreign that it’s like a part of me that's been missing has finally clicked back into place.Freckles sits up in bed, now wearing my black Henley that I'd given her after she'd finally emerged from her long, steamy shower. The fabric swims on her smaller frame, the sleeves hanging past her wrists, but somehow seeing her in my clothes makes her look even more perfect. Like she belongs here, belongs to me.Her brown hair spills across my pillow in waves, and freckles I've been obsessed with stand out against her flushed skin.The sight of her in my clothes, in my bed, makes something possessive purr in my chest."Were you gonna stare at me all morning instead of waking me up?" Natalie's voice is thick with sleep as her lashes flutter open.There's a playful edge in h

Natalie Freda stays completely silent, which gives me emotional whiplash because she's never been the type to hold back her opinions. Usually, she'd make some sarcastic joke about Jaxon, or launch into her usual protective best friend mode. The silence stretches until I can't stand it anymore. "Say something," I plead. "I don't know what to say, Natty." Maya's voice is careful and too measured in a way that immediately puts me on edge. "Did you forgive him? Are you sure you can trust him this time?" I'm surprised by the questions, by the lack of immediate support I'd expected, and by her asking me what exactly Jaxon said to convince me. "Yes to both. Like I said, he explained everything." "But..." Freda pauses, her thumb tracing worried circles on the back of my hand as she studies my face. "I've seen you anxious for two days straight, checking your phone every five minutes and jumping every time it rings. So, I have to ask again, what's wrong if things are now okay b

Jaxon My suit feels like it's strangling me, the collar pressed too tight against my neck despite the fact that I've already loosened my tie twice. I yank at the button, finally freeing myself from the constricting fabric as I press one fist against the floor-to-ceiling glass of my penthouse office. The night greets me through the window with Dallas sprawling out below in an array of lights that used to feel like my domain. Now it just feels empty. I dial Natalie's number again, listening to it ring once, twice, before going straight to voicemail. Her voice, bright and professional, cuts through me like glass: "Hi, you've reached Natalie Anderson. Leave a message and I'll get back to you." "Fuck," I mutter under my breath, hitting redial. "Come on, Freckles." Same result. It goes straight to voicemail. I try again, my fingers moving frantically across the screen, and when I get the same automated response, I slam my fist against the glass hard enough to make the enti

Natalie Moonlight filters through the sheer curtains of our living room, casting everything in silver shadows as I sit curled on the couch with my iPad balanced on my knees.I'm scrolling through potential assignments on NSN's portal now that my assignment with the Titan is done and Paul is handling the rest. As I do, I try to focus on upcoming football seasons and spring training coverage, anything that might distract me from the hollowness in my chest.It's been three days since I hung up on Jaxon, and even though I still remember how much it hurt forcing strength into my voice to end things, three days later, the pain feels exactly the same.Worse, even. Like picking at a scab that refuses to heal properly.A strand of hair escapes from my messy bun, and I sigh as I twist it back up, securing it with the elastic band.I've been wound so tight since that phone call, but it's not just because of Jaxon. Something strange has been happening with Harry, and the worry gnaws at me const

Natalie Back home, Freda is slumped on our couch looking exhausted. It's nearly midnight, and she pulled an all-nighter last night working for a law firm client with an impossible deadline."How is he?" she asks quietly, her voice still shaky from what she witnessed earlier."Sleeping. Finally." I lean against the kitchen counter, exhaustion hitting me like a wave.Freda wraps her arms around herself. "Natalie, what I saw today...his hands actually changed. I know what I saw."I meet her eyes directly. "I know. And I think I know someone who can help him better than any doctor can. But Freda, I'm scared. I'm terrified of what getting that help might mean for both of us.""It’s Jaxon, isn’t it?"I nod, unable to trust my voice."Then call him. Whatever weird stuff is happening with Harry, whatever world you've stumbled into…he needs help, someone who understands. And you need to stop protecting yourself and start protecting your son.""It's not that simple," I say, wrapping my arms a