All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JaxonI force my voice to remain level as I step into the elevator, Ethan and Tommy flanking me. "I need you to breathe with me, Freckles.""But I...I don't think I can. Jaxon, Harry is...he's not doing well, and I’m so…I’m so scared."The thought of that little boy—the child who'd wrapped his arms around my neck and called me his superhero—being sick or hurt makes me want to tear the elevator doors apart with my bare hands.I watch the floor numbers count down, calculating how long it'll take to reach my car. How long it’ll take to get to them."I know," I say, keeping my tone steady and calm despite the chaos roaring through my system. Even though I have no clue what exactly is happening. "I know, baby, but you've got to breathe for me, all right?"I hear her sob through the phone, and I have to grind my jaw to keep from snarling at the helplessness of not being able to comfort her properly."You're doing good," I encourage as the elevator doors open and Ethan immediately heads for

Natalie The morning came, and Harry was finally stable after a night that felt like a lifetime.I'd taken Freda’s car, wrapped Harry in every blanket I could find in case the shifting episodes returned, and driven to the only place I knew where I could find Jaxon—the luxury hotel where the Titans stayed during the season. The same hotel I’d been staying at.I didn't call ahead because I was terrified he wouldn't answer. He'd been ignoring my desperate calls for help, after all.The security guards were from the night shift, and I didn't recognize them. Their faces were stern as they took in my pajamas and frantic demeanor. Without my press credentials or any way to prove I had legitimate access, I was just another desperate woman trying to reach a celebrity athlete.When they told me I couldn't enter without proper credentials, panic clawed at my throat because the rejection felt exactly like five years ago, when Jaxon's people had blocked my desperate attempts to reach him.For one

JaxonI lean against the doorway, watching Natalie sleep in my bed wearing nothing but my oversized T-shirt, her hair spread across my pillows like spilled brown ink.The sight of her there? Finally in my space and finally safe?It feels surreal, like something I might have dreamed during those endless nights when I'd convinced myself I'd lost her forever.It had taken considerable convincing to get Freckles to rest.She'd clung to me with desperate fingers, her body shaking with exhaustion, and I'd found myself wiping tears from her cheeks as she trembled in my arms.Even asleep, she'd been restless at first, but eventually her breathing had evened out against my chest.Goddess, I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that Natalie kept Harry away from me for four years.Even though I understand her reasons, even though I know the fault lies squarely on my shoulders for not listening five years ago, the knowledge that I missed almost everything about my son's early life cuts dee

NatalieI've been thinking about Jaxon a lot.The way he's swept back into our lives and taken charge with the determination of a man looking to make up for lost time.Part of me wants to resist the fairy tale he's painting, but there's something that keeps pulling me toward hope; he knew my father. Really knew him.When Jaxon told me about their friendship, about how my dad talked about me during those late-night conversations, it shifted something in how I see this entire situation.My father trusted Jaxon enough to share stories about his daughter.My father, even on his last breath, had Jaxon promise to look after him. He trusted Jaxon, and if that doesn’t say we were meant to be, I don’t know what does."We've decided to stay at Jaxon's until Harry gets better," I tell Freda over the phone, cradling it against my shoulder as I pace around the spacious kitchen of the pack house Jaxon assigned to us.The memory of how I'd felt like I'd woken up in a nightmare still makes my chest

Natalie The Harvest Moon Gathering transforms the pack's central square into something magical. String lights weave between the trees, creating a canopy of warm golden light, while long tables groan under the weight of dishes contributed by every family. The massive granite wolf fountain has been decorated with autumn flowers and flickering candles.Harry runs off to join Emma and the other children, their laughter echoing across the celebration, and I call after him, "Be careful, baby!"My gaze drifts to the man beside me, taking in how his charcoal wool sweater clings to his chest and shoulders. He paired it with faded dark jeans that make him look every inch the rugged, fierce Alpha everyone here respects and follows.And he knows just how handsome he is when he catches me looking and grins. "Admit it, Freckles. You like it here, don't you?"The nickname hits even harder here in his compound, surrounded by his world, watching him be completely free and in his element."Definitely,