All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

ERIN"Get out."The words hit me like ice water, even though I'd been expecting them for weeks. Marty stood in the doorway of our bedroom—his bedroom now, I guess—with his arms crossed over his broad chest, those dark eyes that used to look at me with such warmth now cold as winter stone."You can't be serious," I whispered, clutching the pregnancy test behind my back. The little plus sign had appeared just five minutes ago, changing everything. Or so I'd thought."Dead serious." He didn't even blink. "I found someone else. Someone better suited to be my Luna."My wolf howled inside me, clawing to get out, to fight, to make him see reason. But I kept her locked down tight. I'd learned long ago that showing weakness in front of an Alpha only made things worse."We've been together for three years," I said, hating how my voice cracked. "I'm your mate—""You're not my fated mate," he interrupted, his voice sharp enough to draw blood. "We both knew this was temporary until I found her. We

ERIN"Hold still," Maya commanded, her fingers working the blonde dye through my dark hair. "Unless you want to end up looking like a zebra."We were in the apartment above the brewery, and the chemical smell was making my morning sickness worse. I gripped the edges of the sink, fighting the urge to throw up."You okay?" Maya asked, pausing."Just peachy," I managed, then immediately regretted the sarcasm. "Sorry. The smell is just...""Getting to you? Yeah, pregnancy nose is no joke. Here." She grabbed a towel and handed it to me. "Breathe through this."It helped a little. As she continued working, I caught my reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back already looked different. Hollow cheeks from not eating properly, dark circles under my eyes, and now with blonde hair processing, I barely recognized myself.Good. That was the whole point."So," Maya said casually, "want to tell me about the father? Besides him being an ass, I mean."I almost laughed. "Marty Blackstone. Alpha

ERINI couldn't sleep.Three hours after Marty's dramatic entrance at the brewery, I sat by the window of my tiny apartment, watching the street below. Every shadow could be him. Every sound might be his enforcers coming for me.My phone—a cheap prepaid Maya had gotten me—buzzed with a text.You okay up there? - MFine. Can't sleep. I typed back.Want company?Before I could respond, there was a soft knock at my door. But when I opened it, it wasn't Maya.Jake stood there, the server from earlier, holding two steaming mugs. "Maya sent me," he said with a sheepish smile. "Said you might need some chamomile tea and a distraction."I hesitated. I barely knew Jake, had only worked with him for two weeks. But there was something honest in his hazel eyes, something that reminded me of simpler times."Sure," I said, stepping aside.He handed me a mug and settled into the worn armchair across from my spot by the window. "So, that was intense earlier."I snorted. "That's one way to put it.""W