All Chapters of RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I wake up to sunlight burning through my eyelids. My head is pounding like someone’s taking a hammer to the inside of my skull, and my mouth tastes like something crawled inside and died. My body feels heavy and wrong, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. When I force my eyes open, everything is too bright. I squint against the light coming through thin curtains and realize immediately that this isn’t the cabin. Panic hits me like ice water. I sit up too fast and the room spins violently. I’m going to be sick. I’m in a cheap motel bed with scratchy sheets. There’s a painting of a lighthouse bolted to the wall, a TV on a dresser, and a door leading to what looks like a bathroom. Why am I in a motel room? I look down at myself and my stomach drops. I’m naked. There’s someone next to me in the bed. I turn my head slowly even though everything in me is screaming not to look. Marcus. He’s asleep, also naked, his arm stretched across the space where I was lying.

My whole body tenses. “Stay away from her.” “How old is she?” I don’t answer. “How old, Emily?” “Six.” I watch him do the math. Six years. Six years since that Christmas morning. Six years since he destroyed me, and I left with his child growing inside me. His face goes pale. His hands clench into fists at his sides. “You were pregnant.” It’s not a question. “When you came to the pack house that morning, you were already pregnant.” “Yes.” “And you didn’t tell me.” “You called me nothing.” The rage is pouring out now, hot and uncontrollable. “You married someone else. You made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me. So why the hell would I tell you?” “Because she’s my daughter!” His voice rises for the first time, his devastation r leaking through. “She’s MY daughter!” I step forward, matching his intensity. “I’m the one who’s been there every single day for six years. I’m the one who held her when she was sick. I’m the one who taught her to walk and r

They bring Mia into the ceremonial room at dawn. She’s still groggy from the medications, but when she sees me, she reaches out and I take her hand. “Mama? I’m scared.” “I know, baby. But Mr. Alexander is going to make you better. I promise.” Alexander kneels beside the gurney, meeting Mia at eye level. “Hey there, brave girl. You ready?” She nods, even though her bottom lip trembles. The pack elder begins chanting in the old language. Alexander’s eyes flash gold as his Alpha rises to the surface. He bites his own wrist, I have to look away for a second, and when I look back, blood is welling from the wound. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he says gently. Mia obeys. Alexander presses his wrist to her lips. “Drink.” There’s Alpha power in the command and Mia’s throat moves as she swallows. Once. Twice. Three times. Then the glow starts. A strong warmth grows in the room, faint at first, then growing stronger. It wraps around Mia like a warm blanket and I can see

Moving to Nick's estate wasn't possible according to the doctors, and honestly, I breathed easier knowing I would never stumble into Jessica in the home she once lived in. The familiarity of our building, our routines, Dr. Chen two blocks away — it was the right call medically. I told myself that. I believed it.But that didn't last long as I saw a big truck outside my window.I stand at the glass with my coffee going cold in my hand and watch them unload his life onto my street.My street. My building. My neighborhood, that I chose, that I carved myself into over six years of early mornings and harder nights and never once looking back at Silver Moon territory.And there is Nicholas Blackwood on the sidewalk below me in dark jeans and a jacket, hands in his pockets, directing movers with the quiet authority of a man who has never once had to raise his voice to be obeyed.He doesn't look up.I step back from the window anyway.Mason gets out of the car last. He stands on the sidewalk

“I think you’re a clever woman who’s been in love with the same man since she was barely an adult, and clever women do extraordinary things when they want something badly enough.”The rage is so clean it almost feels calm.“Funny how you think I want your ex-husband, Jessica. Get out of my hallway.”“I’m also not entirely convinced she’s his,” Jessica says softly. Gently. Like she’s sharing a concern between friends. “The timing, the secrecy, the sudden emergency. You could have done something to deceive him. A blood test is easy to arrange, Emily. The right doctor, the right story—”“Mia is his daughter.”“So you say.”“So the doctors confirmed. So his bond to her was confirmed. So every test Nick ordered confirmed before he moved a single box into this building.” I’m not leaning on the doorframe anymore. I’m standing straight, shoulders square, and Jessica is taller than me, but right now that doesn’t matter. “You don’t get to walk into my home and question my child’s blood because