Page 14 of The Alpha's Forbidden Secret Baby

He could not believe his eyes, nor could he come to terms with the fact that she was holding on to the kid who had shown up in his room, out of the darkness of a corner. The teenage boy was able to conjure the shadows and effortlessly jump through them, which was impossible for humans. Therefore, the teenage boy was something more than a human.

How did she get to be close to a supernatural kid?

Wait a minute…

Xander's mind began to analyze the situation, and his heart skipped a beat as he thought of a possibility that would be both exciting and infuriating should it turn out to be true.

The Shadow ability could only be done by werewolves from the Shadow Moon Pack—specifically those from the alpha bloodline, the firstborn in a lineage.

Suffice it to say, as alpha of his pack, that the kid was from his bloodline.

Now, his heart was racing faster than a galloping horse as he knew that he was drawing closer to something that might be the truth.

The look in her eyes when she held the boy so tightly was the look of a mother afraid for her child's safety.

With a reflexive move, he jumped out of bed and focused on the image of the boy flashing in his mind. There was a resemblance that was striking; that boy had Rayla's eyes and his own hair color.

It was crystal clear; Rayla was the boy's mother. But could it be that he was the boy's father? If yes, then that would mean that the day she left, after he ended things with her, she must have been pregnant.

Did she know and keep that piece of information from him? Why would she do that? Why would she deprive him of the right to know about the existence of his son?

He knew that he hurt her and probably deserved to be punished, but this was a low blow.

Xander impatiently paced across the room with a heavy heart, uncertain about how to feel about this, especially because he was only groping for ideas that would make sense. He didn't have the answers he needed. But she did and he was determined to find her come daybreak. Xander needed to know the truth even though he was almost sure about his assumptions.

He had to talk to her, and this time, he wasn't going to leave without getting answers. He wasn't going to let her push him away again. He would stand his ground and have a decent conversation with her. Xander was not only after the truth, he also wanted to use that opportunity to see her and enjoy her company. He'd be killing two birds with one stone.

For some reason, time seemed to have stood still and he was growing impatient by the minute. He tried to woo the goddess of sleep, but she didn't seem to budge, and now, he had to stay awake and wait for the next few hours. He didn't think that he had that kind of patience but at the same time, he didn't have a choice either.

He would just have to wait.

Thousands of thoughts were running through his mind, all of them revolving around Rayla and the kid.

If the boy was his… and this was most probably the case… then that would mean that the Elders were wrong because the boy definitely had the Shadow abilities. A part of him was pissed at them, blaming them for being the reason he had to end things with Rayla and break her heart. He was mad at them and feared how he would confront them should he find out the truth.

But for now, he had to wait.

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A couple of hours that seemed like ages sped past in a moment once he drifted to sleep after a long time of brooding, thinking, and worrying. He didn't even realize that he'd slept until he felt the brightness of the rising sun on his closed eyelids.

With a slight groan, he awakened to the yellow rays of the morning sun, filtering through the windows in a soft glow that draped over the room. The sound of a crowing cock accompanied by the chirping of birds outside caught his attention, and immediately, his eyes bulged out at the realization that it was daybreak already.

With a rapid blur of supernatural speed, he dashed out of bed, and a few seconds later, he was in the bathroom getting ready. With the same speed, he did the usual morning routine and bathed.

Xander zoomed out of the shower with a white towel around his waist, and he halted in front of his wardrobe. He wanted to look good, and now he was trying to figure out what exactly to wear. He didn't want to appear too formal, nor did he want to appear too casual.

He shuffled through the clothes neatly arranged on hangers until he made up his mind and decided on what to wear. Withdrawing the selection from the wardrobe, he got dressed in a trice, and with a blur of movement, he stopped in front of his mirror.

Xander combed his soft black hair as he stared at his reflection. He was dressed in a black suit that hugged his masculine physique, exposing the shape of his muscles. His black shoes were shining, well-polished, and the golden Rolex around his wrist added to the wealthy demeanor he exuded. He had no tie around his neck because he remembered that Rayla used to tell him how sexy he looked when clad in a suit without a tie.

He remembered how she used to be unable to stop looking at him whenever he was dressed like that. It always used to make him feel loved and wanted, cherished and adored. The top two buttons of his white undershirt were open—just the way she liked it—revealing the pendant she'd once gifted him while they were still together.

He drew in a deep breath.

“You got this,” he encouraged himself and stared at his reflection for a couple of more seconds before heading out.

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