All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Secret Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Amma’s Point of ViewMy heart is thumping, an ache in my chest that won't go away. My eyes shift to the red light above the door, then begin to count.For five years, I have lived a life of uncertainty. Always looking over my shoulder and praying no one recognizes me. Five years ago, I gave up my position as Luna and chose my baby over everything else.Six hours. That's how long the surgery has taken. I get up from the chair and start pacing around. She will be fine, I assure myself, but I can't shake off the feeling that something might go wrong. That they might find us.I stare at the door, praying to a goddess I don't even believe in anymore. The last time, the surgery didn't take this long. Even as a doctor, I can't get closer to my own child; all I do is stare, hoping and praying that my child is safe.I hug myself, reminding myself that I am stronger than I believe. That everything will eventually work out.When the surgery light goes off, I quickly walk forward, waiting for the

Evander's Point of ViewI found her. I found her after almost giving up. I found her in this place, and there’s no fucking way I'm leaving her here. She fucking ruined my life, and now she needs to pay for that. When the alarm goes off, she takes off running without looking at me. Running from me. Straight toward that room. I don't move for a second. My hand is still warm from touching her cheek. From feeling her whole body lean into it before she caught herself. She can lie to me all she wants. Her body doesn't know how to lie. It still remembers who it belongs to, and I can use that to my advantage. But there's a strange scent about her. I lean into the space she just left, waiting for the familiar, intoxicating rush of her true pheromones. I want the sweet, sun-warmed vanilla and wild strawberries that used to drive my wolf insane. Instead, I get nothing. The air carries only the smell of hospital bleach, sterile latex, and a strange, bitter chemical undertone. It’s a flat, d

Amma’s Point of View"What’s wrong with her?" The door clicks shut, and Evander’s voice cuts through the room. He walks back toward the bed, his massive shoulders throwing a long shadow over my daughter's small frame. His dark eyes flick from me to Isadora with curiosity. Mirabel doesn't even look up from her clipboard. She just keeps clicking her pen, ignoring him. "I asked you a question, Omega," Evander all but growls. The air in the room suddenly grows thick. The suffocating pressure of his Alpha command ripples outward, a silent wave of power meant to force any lower-ranking wolf to their knees. A normal Omega would have been trembling on the floor by now. Mirabel doesn't even flinch. She just sighs, adjusts her stethoscope around her neck, and slowly turns to face the most powerful werewolf in the world. She tucks her hands casually into the pockets of her white lab coat. A mocking smirk plays on her lips. "You were right, Naya," Mirabel says, slanting a look toward me. "