Hiding the Alpha’s Baby (Layla and Alexander’s)

Chapter 103 

AYLA 

“Tell us more about yourself, Ayla sweetie. We would love to know about your life, hobbies…or anything you like to do. “Calista says, making me sigh. 

I place my fork on the plate neatly and pick my head to look at her. Calista and Max are sitting on the opposite side of us, while Massimo sits beside me. 

He could have taken any seat on the huge table but he had to stick to my side, making me flinch every 

time I find him too close to me. 

Lignore the way he reaches for the bowl in front of me and lean back. “I…studied business, and recently graduated.” 

“That’s great.” Calista passes me a smile while Max simply nods in acknowledgment. 

“Any big plans for the future?” She wonders, slicing a piece of the steak on her plate. 

Future? Dad always thought I would love to join his business. I never got to voice out my own plans for 

the future. After giving them a scare in childhood, I didn’t want to become a disappointment. 

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Are you interested in business or do you like something else?” Calista murmurs, before taking a bite 

of the steak. 

I shrug. “I studied business so I will probably do something related to that. It’s suitable, isn’t it?” 

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But do you like it?” She insists on the question. 

“I… “I trail off and take a sip of water. 

“You know, I studied medicine but I loved spending time with plants more than people. ” Calista sighs, a smile adorning her lips. 

My brows rise. “You are a doctor?‘ 

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Yes, she is.” Max nods, a proud look in his eyes. 

“But I am not really good at it.” Calista chuckles. ” Like I said, I prefer the company of plants. That’s why—after I found Max, I started studying botany.” 

“You should take a walk in our garden. Calista planted and raised all those flowers, and plants. ” Max speaks up, a warm smile playing over his lips. 

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Like Mom and Dad, I can’t help but admire this adorable couple. When I see people in love, people like them, I wonder if I will ever have something like this even if the chances are small. 

Will someone love me even after knowing that deep down—I am damaged? 

I release a soft sigh, filled with longing and silent prayers before I focus on my fried rice. 

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No doubt, my parents loved me, Sweetie, but after meeting Max…I feel like there is someone in this world who understands me better than anyone else. He made me happy on my terms. He always wanted me to do the things my heart desired because it made him happy.” Calista whispers, her eyes flickering between me and Massimo. 

Max grumbles, but I notice his ears turning red. My lips curl into a grin. They must have been together for so long yet Max still reacts so cutely to her words of appreciation. 

“I wish the same for you and Mimo. Now that you both are married and will soon mark each other, I hope you understand each other and make each other happy. Let each other do the things they desire the most, and stand as each other’s support throughout your life. ” Calista’s voice softens. 

Silence falls in the dining room. My body freezes like a statue. I avert my gaze to my food, unable to come up with a reply. 

Nothing like that will ever happen between Massimo and me. 

But if we were to become like this- – – 

I wouldn’t have hated it too much. 

Because it seems like his touch is the only man’s touch that my body and soul accept. 

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Don’t worry, Aunt Calista. I will let her do what her heart wants as long as she lets me do what I 

desire the most.” Massimo speaks for the first time, and sends a’shudder down my body. 

His words, spoken in a low and hoarse voice, seem to have an underlying sultry meaning. 

My nose scrunches. I dig into my rice with my spoon, before I yelp and it drops in the plate. 

“What happened?” Calista’s gaze jumps to my eyes with concern. 

“N—Nothing. “I blurt, grabbing the glass of water. 

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Are you sure?” Calista frowns. 

“Of course.” I blurt before gulping down the water. 

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Massimo’s hand squeezes my thigh, sneakily pushing my dress up so he can touch the bare skin of my leg above my knee. 

My stomach tightens into knots. I should start panicking now! 

His hand crawls up, his calloused fingers slipping in my inner thigh. My breath hitches. 

Instantly, I put the glass down and placed my trembling fists on the table. I am going to pass out. 

Now that I wish for the panic to kick in, it’s not happening. What the hell? 

He trails his hot palm down to my knee, his touch feathery and electrifying. My core pulses, forcing me to clench my legs close. 

But his prying hand is moving up again, touching my skin as if he owns me. Sparks start from the sole of my feet and crawl to the tips of my ears, carrying heat and an ache that only grows. 

“Eat slowly, Ayla. I don’t want you to choke on food. ” Massimo rasps. 

“It’s nice to see you caring about her, Mimo. I was worried for nothing.” Aunt Calista, as oblivious as a saint, chimes, admiring her son’s efforts for me. 

While her son is busy caressing my thigh, making me hold back from squirming or pushing him away. I shoot him a glare, but he is not looking at me. He is smiling at Calista. 

“No need to worry. I know how to take care of her, Aunt Calista.” He assures her, still smiling like an angel. 

Unable to hold back anymore, I jump to my feet. Massimo’s hand slips away from my thigh and back into his lap. 

“Sweetie?” Calista’s eyes widen at my sudden move. 

J glance at Max to find him silently eating food, and then at Massimo to find him smirking. 

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“I—I like tap water. “I blurt. 

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“What?” She frowns. 

I point towards my glass. “This water is cold. I like tap water. 

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“Oh.” Calista nods.” let me call the server, she will get it for—” 

“No! “I utter, before softening my voice. “I need to get some fresh air too. That’s why I would like to 

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go get a glass of water myself. Where is the kitchen?‘ 

I smile as wide as I can, but she only frowns. I must look like an idiot. 

* First turn to the right. “Max replies instead of Calista. 

I nod and quickly depart. I can not stay with Massimo in the same space. My blood is boiling and it’s not because of anger. 

I rush towards the kitchen and after finding it, I fill a glass from the tap and gulp it down. My body is heating up so badly and it’s refusing to cool down. 

I huff, filling another glass and turning around. My eyes fall on the towering figure in the doorway, resting his side against the wall as he watches me lazily. 

“You need some fresh air?” Massimo utters in a velvety voice. 

Unconsciously, my gaze drops to his lips, still moist from the wine that he was drinking earlier. I didn’t even drink wine, so why do I feel drunk out of my mind? 

Massimo?” I gasp, placing the glass on the counter beside me. 

Immediately, he disappears from the doorway and appears in front of me. Air whooshes out of my lungs, hitting his lips that hover just inches away from mine. 

“You have some nerves. You are trying to use my family against me.” He hisses, his face leaning 

closer. 

My eyes meet his gaze, but I don’t find any anger there. It’s like he is burning the same, aching for something that I can’t understand. 

My hand lifts to his chest, and I grab his collar, softly tugging him in. His head lowers, his nose brushing mine roughly. 

Massimo’s eyes flash golden, a dangerous color as I have come to recognize it as his wolf. 

And then, his lips are devouring my mouth. His tongue plunges, his teeth nip, and his hands explore my sides roughly, dominantly, and possessively. 

I moan, trying to match his aggressive moves but failing. Suddenly, his rough touch brings forth the images from the past, the dirty voices, and the angry threats. 

I gasp, pushing at his chest weakly. Instantly, Massimo leans away and rests his forehead against 

mine. He breathes as heavily as me, his lips drawing closer and moving back while he fights the urge 

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to ravage my mouth again. 

“When you are—harsh like this, I get scared, Massimo. “I whisper, my hooded gaze meeting his half- opened eyes. ” touch me a little softer. 

The golden flashes in his eyes again. His fingers digging into my hips loosen, and he picks me up, placing me on the counter. 

I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, but his lips press against mine, blocking my protests. My heart soars at the tender touch of his lips as if he is testing the waters. 

My sweating hands still hold onto his collar, shivering slightly. Massimo tilts his head. Our lips detach with a small sound, making me arch into him. 

“Soft or hard—whatever you like, my Kitten, but at the end of the night, I am going to be buried deep inside your pussy.” He utters, and then he claims me again.