Hiding the Alpha's Heir
Hiding the Alpha’s Heir Chapter 45

Sander had been feeling more cheerful for tonight. He was excited that he would have us on his bed to sleep.

I couldn’t say no to this little man. I promised myself that I would let Sander experience having a complete family. I must do what it takes even if it means enduring Desmond by my side.

I was just done taking a bath and wore a night dress. I went straight to Sander’s bedroom, hearing soft giggles from him and deep chuckles from Desmond.

Knocking, the laughter gradually dissipated. Desmond was the one who opened the door, having our son in his arms.

“You’re here now, Mama,” Sander exclaimed happily.

I gently tapped his nose. “Of course. I promise that I will be here, right?” Or rather, Desmond begged me not to spoil the fun for Sander. I could have just ignored him the whole night and just focused on Sander.

And that was how I was going to do it. I would ignore him.

But my eyes betrayed me. I glanced at Desmond when I heard uneven breathing from him only to see him looking at my chest. He snapped back when he was caught checking me out.

I couldn’t help but notice that he was half-naked like he used to do before we went to sleep. I gulped when I saw his trousers tightly pressed to his bulging crotch. I immediately looked away from embarrassment when our eyes met.

I cleared my throat. “So, what shall we do before we go to bed?” I asked when Sander was now jumping on his bed.

“Hmm…” he hummed softly, thinking. He got down from his bed and went straight to the bookshelves.

I immediately prayed to the Moon Goddess, begging that Sander would not take a book that was about political management or anything that was not interesting to read. That was the thing he asked about before, he wanted me to read it for him. I really had a headache after that.

“Papa will read us some bedtime stories.” He showed the children’s book.

I was surprised that he would have his father read this. “It’s a good thing that you finally pick something different, sweetheart,” I said.

Desmond took the book and flipped the pages. “You sound like this is the first time Sander would get to read a children’s book.”

“Because he is.” I gently winced at Sander’s hair causing him to giggle softly. I told him what could have been the cause of why I was acting this way. “He’d rather pick deep meaningful books than children’s books,” I added.

He chuckled upon learning it. “Oh, Sander… You silly boy…” He tickled him which earned Sander a giggle.

“Papa…” Sander jumped to his bed to get away from his father, giggling more.

My expression softened. Sander was beaming more ever since he was slowly opening up to his father. That was a good development ever since we arrived—abducted, I mean.

However, I still needed to do something to escape from here. It was important that we must not stay here or Desmond would do anything in his power that we couldn’t go out anymore. I needed to have his trust again so there would be a chance that I could escape.

“Mama.”

I snapped back when Sander tugged my hand. “Hmm?” I slightly tilted my head, looking at my son. “Is there something wrong?” I asked softly.

“In the bed, please.” I allowed him to bring me to his bed while I smiled and nodded.

But my smile dissipated as soon as I realized that Desmond was also in the bed. I held my breath as my wolf suddenly squirmed when our eyes met.

“Here,” Desmond said with a meaningful smile when he tapped the space beside him.

I smiled bitterly, glaring at him. I was about to bark when Sander pulled my hand. “Come, Mama. The same position I said this afternoon,” he demanded.

“But…” My son frowned when I was about to retort back. I almost cussed when I saw him using his puppy eyes. How could I say no to that? “Fine…” I released a sigh, nodding.

Sander’s face brightened up as soon as I got to the bed. I was still hesitant to lay on the bed but Sander was watching so I faced my back to Desmond. But I immediately gasped when he scooped me towards him.

I looked at him in disbelief. But he only arched his eyebrow as if he was challenging me if I was going to disobey him or not.

“Yes!” I turned my head when Sander hopped on the bed and scooped himself into me. He was smiling when he looked at us. “Papa, read us some story. I promise I will listen and take interest in them.”