My Secret Alpha Heir

Chapter 2: The Road Back to Him

Olivia Parker

I stood up and stretched but my breasts still felt sensitive from the dream. My n*****s were still hard and rubbing against my bra, making me uncomfortable.

I pressed my thighs together but the ache between my legs wouldn’t go away and the dream felt too real. I could still feel Ethan’s mouth sucking hard on my n*****s and his thick fingers stretching me.

I shouldn’t want him after he chose to believe Madison Reed and let me leave while I was pregnant and alone but my body wasn’t listening.

The fated mate pull was still strong even after seven years.

I sat back down on the chair and looked toward Noah’s room to make sure the door was closed.

My heart was beating fast as I whispered under my breath,

“f**k it… just this once.”

I slipped my hand under my shirt and cupped one of my breasts. I squeezed it gently, then harder, remembering how Ethan Hayes used to suck on them.

My n*****s were so sensitive and when I pinched one, rolling it between my fingers, a soft moan escaped my lips. I bit my lip to stay quiet as I pulled my other breast out and played with both of them, squeezing and tugging on my n*****s until they were even harder.

The wetness in my panties was getting worse. I cursed under my breath again,

“Damn you, Ethan Hayes.”

I slid my hand down into my shorts and pushed my panties to the side. I was dripping so I just started rubbing my p***y slowly, spreading my juices over my folds.

My fingers moved over my c**t, rubbing in small circles. It felt so good after the dream so I rubbed faster, my hips moving a little on the chair. I kept playing with my left breast with my other hand, squeezing it hard while I fingered myself.

I thought about the past while my fingers moved. How my mother Victoria Parker was never there for me. She only cared about parties and high society and many nights when I was young, she would leave me alone in the house while she went out.

I would sit with my paintbrush and draw my dream home, wishing someone would love me. Then when I turned eighteen, Victoria Parker, my mother, finally got engaged to William Hayes and he was kind to me, treating me like his own daughter because he had lost his real one.

Later, I met Ethan, William Hayes's son.

At first we acted like normal step-siblings. But soon the attraction became too strong. We were fated mates and I wanted him so badly even though it was wrong.

Ethan was already engaged to Madison Reed, but we couldn’t fight the pull. One accident led us to have s*x, and I got pregnant. Instead of standing by me, Ethan avoided me and hurt me deeply. Then Madison Reed framed me with horrible lies.

Ethan Hayes believed her and turned his back on me and I had to run away from the Hayes family without knowing I was pregnant until later.

I arrived in Los Angeles with almost nothing. I gave birth to Noah alone, crying in the hospital room with no one beside me.

For seven years I worked hard, learned from Margaret Bennett, built my career as an interior designer, and raised my son by myself. I became stronger and independent and got money from my business slowly.

But right now, with my fingers deep inside my p***y and my breasts out, all I could think about was Ethan. I rubbed my c**t faster, breathing hard, chasing the pleasure. I was so close and my legs were already shaking. I've missed good s*x.

Just then, the doorbell rang loudly.

I froze, my hand still between my legs. My face was hot and my p***y throbbing. I quickly pulled my clothes back in place, wiped my fingers on a tissue, and tried to calm my breathing before going to answer the door.

A courier handed me a thick envelope when I got to the door. When I saw the name on it, my stomach dropped.

It says "William Hayes Estate."

I opened it with shaking hands. The letter said William Hayes had passed away after being sick for a while. The funeral was in New York in three days, and they wanted me to attend because I was named in some matters.

I sat on the couch holding the letter for a long time. William had always been kind to me and had treated me like a real daughter even though I was Victoria’s child. He never mistreated me and I felt sad that he was gone. That made droplets of tears fall from my eyes.

But going back to New York meant I would see Ethan again. Ohhhh f**k!

The man who got me pregnant. The same one who believed Madison Reed’s lies and let me leave broken and my son even has the same eyes and face as he does.

I walked to Noah’s room and stood there watching him sleep for a long time. He looked so peaceful and I touched my stomach while staring at him, remembering how scared I was when I found out I was pregnant at nineteen. I had morning sickness every day, cried every night, but I kept going.

I had to run away and start over alone in a new city and for seven years, I worked hard, learned from Margaret Bennett, built my career, and raised Noah.

I became stronger and independent and honestly don’t need anyone now but the thought of facing Ethan Hayes again made my chest feel tight.

Late at night, I stood by the big windows looking outside of my window. My body still felt restless from the dream and my p***y was still a little wet. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to think about Ethan’s fingers pumping inside me, or his mouth sucking hard on my breasts.

I didn’t know what would happen when I went back just that everything I had worked so hard to build might change.

I looked at Noah’s door again and whispered to myself, “I have to be strong for him.”

But deep down, I was scared. Because part of me still wanted Ethan Hayes, even after everything.