Hiding the Alpha’s Heir

I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. Damn it… I should have not reminisced about our past. Why did it become so memorable to me? Why is that memory still sitting in my heart?

I quietly left Desmond’s chamber before I returned to the north hall, feeling dejected. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Somehow I rejected going there. My hand crawled to my neck where I was holding the other ring-my wedding ring-which I already made as a pendant.

I never threw this away and still managed to keep it by my side. But I never wore it to my ring finger on my left hand anymore because I already thought that it was futile to think to myself that I was still married to him.

I managed to wear it from the time I removed my bangle. Ah, yes. That bangle was still in my flat. It was a good thing that I managed to wear this pendant. I was already planning on passing this down to Sander and having him keep the pendant but I was afraid he might lose it.

Now that I recall. I caught Desmond looking at my left hand from time to time. Could it be that he was looking for my wedding ring?

I was supposed to have on my ring finger the engagement and wedding ring. But I left a remembrance to Desmond seven years ago. I left that citrine engagement ring that was why I was able to see it in the compartment.

I kept it under my dress before I fell asleep to take a nap. I was tired of crying and my head was pounding from reminiscing.

I only woke up when I heard giggles and laughter from outside of the manor. I got up and rubbed my eyes, walking outside of my chamber. I came to look for where that laughter came from and I was led outside.

There, I saw Desmond and Sander in the swing. Sander was being swung by his father as they happily giggled and chuckled.

Sander looked in my direction and beamed a smile. “Mama! We are back!” he said when I was walking in their direction.

I glanced at Desmond when I caught him looking at me. My heart flipped upside down from that before I looked away and focused my attention on Sander.

“How’s your day, little man?” I asked when he greeted me by hugging my waist.

Sander looked up. The strands of his golden lock hair were blocking his view. I used my fingers to comb his hair so he could look at me properly.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“I want to be an Alpha! I didn’t know that Alpha’s job is fascinating, Mama!” he said excitedly.

“What? No,” I said, disagreeing. I glared at Desmond. “What on earth did you show you to him, Desmond?” I growled in annoyance.

“My usual work for the rest of the years,” he answered, creasing his forehead. “Why are you reacting as if you didn’t want our son to be the next Alpha? It is his right.”

“No,” I said firmly. “You said that you are making Daniel the next Alpha, not Sander. I did not agree to this, Desmond!” I raised my voice.

Desmond scoffed. “If I don’t have any offspring, I can consider him as the next Alpha, Seraphina,” he said through gritted teeth. “But no. I have Sander and he will inherit my Alpha position.”

I huffed in disbelief. “What on earth?” I looked at him in disbelief. “You sound like we are going to stay here for so long. No! I will do anything to abscond from here again! I am not going to allow you to force him to turn him into a tyrant one!”

“Are you hearing yourself, Seraphina? You heard our son! He decided on his own. I did not force him to be one!” He raised his voice as well. “Thanks to you. I know your plan. I will put more pack warriors to guard the pack!”

I clenched my hands so that he got me there. “You are going to force him since he said that!” I raised my voice again.

“Because he wants it! He agreed with it when I discussed it with him earlier.” He looked down. “Sander, tell your mother that you agree on your own. Right?”

“I am his mother so you discuss the matters to me, not to him, Desmond Verlice!”

“I am his father so I can also decide things for his sake, Seraphina Beryl-Verlice!”

“MAMA, PAPA, PLEASE! STOP FIGHTING!”

Desmond and I flinched when Sander screamed at the top of his lungs. We both turned at him and saw him crying.

My wolf and I felt heartbroken all of a sudden seeing his state. “Sander…” My eyes widened when Desmond and I called our son’s name in unison.

Sander wailed more and started running away from us.

“Sander!” I called as my chest was rising up and down because I just realized that Desmond and I argued in front of him. “Darn it…” I mumbled, annoyed.

“Fuck…” I heard Desmond say. I glanced at him when he caressed his face, frustrated.

I shook my head, looking at him. “This is your fault…” I said, starting to get more annoyed than before.

Desmond knitted his forehead, looking at me. “How is this my fault again?”

Scoffing, I clenched my hands. “I should’ve not allowed him to come with you. I cannot allow him to be a tyrant Alpha like you. I know how you work things, Desmond. You are freaking strict and have no consideration.” I faced him and pushed him. “Make Daniel the next Alpha. I am not going to allow you with the way you handle things, Desmond.”

“He is my offspring, Seraphina. I am the one who will decide who will inherit my Alpha position and that is Sander,” he said firmly. “Do you hear me?”

I shook my head as I was stepping back. “I am not hearing this topic again, Desmond. I do not want this to be a discussion,” I said through gritted teeth.

“We will discuss it again, Seraphina. Remember that you are never going out. You can never escape from me ever again,” he said. His face darkened.

I smirked. “We’ll see.” I exhaled sharply. “You don’t know me, Desmond.”

He shrugged, smiling. He even crossed his arms over his chest. “I know you, Seraphina. I have been watching you for six years so do not say that I never got to know about your movements,” he said arrogantly. “I have Niscia as well to report about your activities.”

At that moment, I almost attacked him when he mentioned Niscia’s name. I almost lost my cool. “You should have gotten Hazel pregnant so Sander and I will live in peace,” I said before I turned my back, not letting see the expression he expressed.

Damn him… I must think of ways to abscond with Sander! I must not let Desmond push this. Never!