All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Natalie "What's going on, Mommy?" he asks, his face falling as he picks up on the tension. "I want to play more.""I know, baby, but it's getting late, and we need to go home."Since I came with Jaxon, I'm wondering how I'll get back to the pack house when a man I’ve seen with Jaxon too many times, appears. I recognize him as the same man who was in charge of security five years ago, the one who’d been giving the guards orders to make sure I didn’t bother Jaxon anymore."Ethan, I’m Jaxon’s Beta. Need a ride?" he asks quietly. "My car's right over there.”I want to say no, but he’s my only ticket out of this mess.After Ethan straps Harry into the backseat, the fifteen-minute drive passes in silence until he finally speaks."What happened five years ago, I apologize. Whether or not I was following orders from the Alpha, I still did you wrong, and I’m sorry. As for whatever happened back there, I can assure you the pack wants you here, Natalie. And Jaxon wants you here more than anyth

JaxonThe asphalt hums beneath my tires as I drive toward the Ashworth Pack’s compound. Rain clouds gather overhead, and the air pressure drops like it’s announcing how much of a storm to expect.I'm about a mile from said compound when my father's black Mercedes appears in my headlights, forcing me to slam on the brakes as he blocks the narrow road completely.Samuel sits behind the wheel. He’s his oldest friend who has taken over driving duties when old age had finally caught up to my father.I recognize the car's license plate too, and the small dent in the rear bumper from where my father had backed into a tree during one of his rages.Irritation flares as I climb out of my truck, every second of delay feeling like another opportunity for Victoria to disappear or destroy evidence.But beneath the frustration? Fury burns at the fact that this is the same woman my father had pushed toward me, the same woman who'd been destroying everything I care about while he cheered from the si

Natalie Two hours later, I'm sitting in Jaxon's office wearing dry clothes while watching a small woman with haunted eyes deliver the news that confirms my worst fears."I saw her, Alpha," she says, her voice shaking with trauma and guilt. "It was Victoria, and another masked man beside her, carrying what looked like a struggling little boy. It was raining so hard, everyone was taking cover, so I couldn't do anything to stop them." She turns toward where I'm sitting, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, Luna. I'm so, so sorry."Dylan, who's holding a sleeping Emma with one protective arm, gently ushers the woman outside before her breakdown can shatter what's left of my composure.I feel numb, like I'm having an out-of-body experience where I'm watching someone else's life fall apart in real time.My son was carried away screaming by a man who might have been a lackey of the woman who hates me enough to destroy an innocent child, and I couldn't stop it.After everyone leaves

Natalie The abandoned warehouse reeks of motor oil and decay, the acrid smell burning my nostrils as I stand behind the protective wall of Jaxon, Marcus, and their most trusted pack warriors.My heart pounds against my ribs as I hear the metallic creak of heavy doors opening, followed by the thud thud thud of the footsteps of multiple men entering the vast space.Once the steps come to a halt, a deep, mocking laugh echoes through the cavernous room, carrying the kind of cruel amusement that makes my skin crawl and break into hives."Never would I have thought the great Jaxon Wolfgang would come crawling here trying to broker an agreement with his tail tucked between his legs," Baron Montana's voice booms with vindictive satisfaction.I feel Jaxon's entire body coil with rage, every muscle inside him, locked in for a fight and not flight mode.Before he can step forward and lose his temper, potentially ruining our only chance to find Harry, I grab his hand, squeezing tight. He looks b

Jaxon The textile factory looms against the night sky, its broken windows telling us what kind of abandoned dump it is.I pick up Harry's scent immediately and relief courses through my veins because that means he’s still alive. He’s still breathing.Moving through the building stealthily, my team clears each floor while Natalie stays close behind me at all times.Every single minute, I listen to that hitch in her breath when we open the door to a room and find it empty. And when we reach the top floor, it’s my wolf who gets that cathartic feeling that our son is behind the door in front of us.I hold up a hand to signal to everyone to stop.Through the office windows, I can see Victoria pacing like a caged animal, and there—tied to a chair in the corner—is my son.Harry looks so much smaller than he should, his face streaked with tears, his little body trembling with terror. The sight of him like that sends rage coursing through my veins like acid.I signal my team to spread out,