His Forbidden Mate: Hiding the Alpha's Secret Heir

The Alpha’s Wrath

"You were pregnant," Dominic whispered, his voice cracking like breaking ice. "When you left this house... you were carrying my child."

He gazed at the old clinic receipt in his hand, the paper shaking so hard in his large hand. The air of the kitchen became so thick, so stiflingly full of raw, unfiltered Alpha power, that I was unable to take a breath.

Then the monster escaped.

A wild, ferocious scream tore out of the breast of Dominic, and shook the very walls of the house. He spun around and slammed his fist into the solid marble countertop. The crack, which was deafening, reverberated in the room, as a tremendous fissure spider-webbed in the thick stone.

"Dominic, stop!" I screamed, receding against the wall.

He wasn't listening. Blind, devastating grief and fury hijacked his senses. He took a heavy oak barstool, and threw it across the room with deadly facility. It crashed against the glass pantry doors, and the thousands of jagged pieces landed on the floor.

Marcus immediately threw himself in front of Vivian and to protect her against the falling debris, but my mother was screaming, and at last she saw that she had thrown something into the air that she could not direct.

Dominic turned and came back to me, his heart puffed, his silver eyes full of the glowing, deadly gold of his wolf. He went flying into the kitchen, which was destroyed, bumping me up against the wall. His hands hit the plaster on both sides of my head.

Where is my pup? he growled, a guttural, demonic growl which shook me right up through the bones. Where my child, Sophie?

My eyes were filled with tears, and I could only see through the sheer horror and the torturous memory of my desperate, lonely pregnancy. Should I say to him the truth--that Ethan was his, that the lad I had just concealed in Brooklyn was the heir whom he was so screaming after--he would put us both into this fortress for life.

It was necessary to save my son.

"There is no pup!" I cried, and had to squeeze the most wretched, cruel lie I ever uttered out. I lost it, Dominic! I lost the baby!"

Dominic froze. The radiant light in his eyes was broken and in its place was a terrible hollow silver.

"No," he rasped, taking a half-step back, shaking his head. "No. You're lying."

I was a pregnant fourteen-year-old, turned out on the streets in the snow in the middle of winter! I shouted at him, the true trauma of those times being my driving force. I had no money, no house, no pack! The pressure, the hunger! I gave birth to three weeks after I went! No heir Dominic, there is no secret. He's gone!"

"She's lying!" Her greed overcame her instincts to survive and Vivian screamed behind Marcus. "Look at her! She was always a little tramp, and manipulative! She has something to conceal so that she can claim the inheritance! Get her to tell you the truth, Dominic, and when she does, you shall pay me a finder's fee!

The sheer wickedness of her words roused Dominic out of his surprise.

He turned his head slowly towards Vivian. The mere, homicidal purpose of him caused the temperature in the room to drop to below zero.

Marcus, said Dominic, in a voice that was so horrifyingly calm and unemotional. Get this scum out of my house. Should she ever set foot on New York State again you have my express Alpha leave to tear her throat out.

"Wait, no! The money! Richard owed me!" Marcus lifted her up like a ragdoll and pulled her kicking and screaming out of the kitchen, Vivian screaming as she was lifted.

The great doors swung closed and Dominic and I were closed up in the stifling silence of the wrecked kitchen.

Domic looked at the pieces of broken glass upon the floor, and his broad shoulders trembled. The cruel billionaire had vanished and in his place stood a heart-broken mate to whom it seemed that he had only just found a child.

Run.

The command was screamed out by my inner wolf. He was distracted. He was broken. And I had just reminded him that I did not have his child, that he would still have a loose end in the Ethan Miller who was adopted and who was out in the city. I couldn't stay here for six months. I couldn't risk it. I had to go to my son, and take him away, and run away to another continent. Damn the inheritance. Damn the will.

I turned and bolted.

I ran as quickly as I could to the back door of the kitchen, where the servants were, and I had to step over the broken glass. I banged my hand on the push-bar, and burst out into the freezing New York night.

The cold wind struck me as a body blow. It was a heavy snow, and there was an already three inches of fresh, freezing powder on the ground. My slender silk robe was no defense, the cold biting directly on my skin turning it blue immediately, but my veins were filled with adrenaline like rocket fuel.

I rushed without any thought to the huge wrought-iron gates at the fringe of the estate.

"Sophie!"

His shout cut the snows of the blizzard behind me, the note of complete, jealous anger. He was well aware of what I was about. I was violating the terms of the will by going out of the grounds. I was forfeiting billions.

And my lungs were red with each breath. My bare feet were numb in the snow, and my mad run was slowed down. The iron gates were so high, just half an hour distant. Forty. Thirty.

There was a great, dreadful pounding at the back of my head.

I was not able to scream, even, when a huge, scalding-hot body pounced upon me in my back. Down to the ground we rolled in the deep snow. I scratched, kicked and cried but I was not fit to fight an Alpha.

I was pinned down in the freezing snow, and Dominic was on my back.

He sat on my hips, with his huge thighs riveting my legs. With one huge hand he took both of my wrists, and bound them fast above my head. The difference was excruciating--the cold, snow-biting chill beneath me, and the burning, choking heat of his naked, muscular heart, knocking against me.

He panted, his chest pressing on mine, molten the snow between us. His eyes were wild silver, and flashed with a terrible combination of lust, rage and undeniable obsession.

"Let me go!" I screamed, kicking in his trampling feet. "I don't care about the money! Take it all! Just let me leave!"

Dominic bent, his face a few inches near mine, his hot breath brushing my freezing flesh. The snow had whitened his black hair, and he appeared a dark beautiful and winter demon.

You believe it is about the money? he growled, and the voice was a dark vibrating purr that brought a wave of forbidden heat to my very heart, in spite of the freezing cold.

His head came down, his nose snorting furiously along my jaw, breathing my fragrance in.

You never miscarried, he said in my ear, and I felt a chill of ice in his voice, which made my blood turn to ice. When a mother loses her pup, she will be forever changed in her scent, sour with grief. But you... you are milk and the life growing up.

He drew back and his silver eyes bore a frightening, bloodthirsty threat.

You are lying to me, Sophie. My pup is alive. And you are not going away out of this estate till you tell me where he is.