Alpha's Hidden Son

Prologue:

"LET'S BREAK UP."

It surprised Brandon to hear those three words from his long-time girlfriend. His heart started to pound as he panicked. These past few weeks, he sensed that there was something wrong with her. But he just kept it to himself. He didn't ask because he thought that his girlfriend was just tired of her work, because of her overloaded schedules. It is his fault for not asking, he should at least gave her sweet cuddles to ease her exhaustion, damn!

"Sara, I don't know what made you decide on that decision, but please, whatever it is that I've done to you, tell me so I can fix it. I love you, Sara, you know that..."

His every word was so gentle, trying not to make his girlfriend more upset. He knows her so well; she tends to sulk and say words that she didn't mean but at the end of the day, just a simple sweet words from him can make her feel better. But then Sara's eyes were different now. She seemed determined to end up what's between them... her expression didn't change even though Brandon tried to soothe her.

"It wasn't you. It is me who fell out of love," Sara replied.

Brandon's face turned pale, his hands tremble as he started to feel a sharp pain in his chest knowing that his girlfriend didn't love him anymore. He couldn't remember doing something that can make her unlove him. He knows he has done his best as her boyfriend. All he thought was that their connection with each other is so strong that he thought she's his mate. What made her fall out of their love?

"W-why?" he asked, almost stuttering.

"Every day, Brandon. Every fucking day, I am full of guilt that I couldn't love you anymore. You are so perfect for me. You are so kind that I need to make myself as perfect as you. It is boring that I needed to be with a perfect guy like you. You need a woman that can fulfill your perfection without pretending."

"Sara, for me you're perfect–"

"No, I wasn't!" she exclaimed. "I was just pretending because I don't want to disappoint you. I feel like I was caged by your perfection, Brandon. I can't do this anymore. Just let me go." After those words, she stormed out of his office.

Brandon was left dumbfounded. He couldn't chase his girlfriend, no scratch that, his now ex-girlfriend. After ten years of relationship, it already ended just because he was fucking perfect. He doesn't know why his girlfriend thought that he was when, in fact, he wasn't. That was just their thought, what he wanted them to see.

Broken-hearted, Brandon sat down on his swivel chair, then caught his forehead. He gently massaged his temple. Thinking of what he should do now that his girlfriend left him, he feels like he's lost. He has planned everything. He already thought of her as his soon to be Luna, his wife until his last breath, but now that she left, what could he possibly do now?

Should he tell her what he did five years ago? Should he just tell her his secret? So she wouldn't think of him as the almost-perfect guy? Fuck, he wasn't out of his mind to tell her that! Whether Sara will know or not, she'll still leave him.

He bit his lower lip and stopped massaging his temple. He started reminiscing about what happened that night, the night that he wanted to forget, and he regretted all his life.

He can still remember her upturned brown eyes, the way she moans, her soft grazes, and even her sweet smell. He would lie if he didn't like what they did that night. The feeling of her body that warmed him that night still lingers in his memory, but still, it was a mistake and he knows she's innocent. She's a virgin and the bloodstain she left on the bedsheet was the evident.

How was she? Did she catch trauma from what he did that night? That's what Brandon was always thinking every time he remembered it. His conscience was eating him up. Who would think that he's capable of doing that? Even himself, he didn't think of it. He didn't think that raping a woman is his thing... His hands started to tremble; he clenched his chest as he started to get even more nervous.

"I should... find that woman. I need to apologize for what I did to her," he whispered.

Instead of sulking and thinking of what he would do to convince Sara to get back to him, he stood up and took his phone from his pocket. He dialed a number and pressed the call. Not long after he dialed, Evan, his Beta, answered the call.

"Hey, Alpha! What's up?"

"Hello, Evan? Do you know an investigator who could help me find someone?" he asked.

Five years ago, he was drugged by his friend at a nightclub... He had a big fight with Sara that made them decide to have a cool-off. That night, he just want to get a drink and forget his heartache, but then it didn't go well... his asshole friend gave him a sex drugs for godsake!

"I have someone to recommend you, Brandon. Anyway, who's this person that you want to find?" The man on the other line asked.

"Just... a woman I met five years ago," he replied.

"A woman? Dude, don't tell me you've cheated on Sara?"

"No!" he denied, even though a one-night stand is a validity of cheating. "Just recommend me to the investigator so we could talk. I badly needed to meet that woman."

"Well, what is her name?"

Her name... her photo. He unconsciously shut his eyes. "Shit!" he cussed.

"What?"

"I don't know her name..."

The silliest part of wanting to find someone is the fact that he doesn't know the person's name. Now he is sure that there is a low chance of finding that woman.

"Okay then, what about a photo? So I can send it to the investigator in advance," he suggested.

He started to curse himself for not knowing anything about that woman. What he has right now is just his precious memory, her smell that still lingers on his nose, and his desire of wanting to see her again.

"Hmm, my photographic memory is still clear. I know what she looks like. She has upturned brown eyes, a small nose, and full lips–"

"What the heck, Brandon? How could we possibly find a person that you didn't even know the name of, you do not even have a photo of? Where did you meet the woman? Did she show up in your dream? The heck! I think you're just dreaming!"

"J-just..." He couldn't tell him how he met that woman. At least not now that he just broke up with Sara. "Just give me the investigator's contact information so I could talk to him..."

"This is suspicious, Brandon. What are you hiding from me?" Damn, he could visualize Evan's curious face. He knows Evan a lot! Even though he can trust Evan, he has a big mouth that runs when it was just a secret. He couldn't keep a secret, that's why he didn't tell Evan.

Brandon closed his eyes tightly and then sighed. "I will tell you about it next time, okay?"

He will do everything just to see that woman again, even if it will cost him too much money. In that way, he would be able to go back to his old self, no worries... and if possible, he could get a chance of getting to know this woman who never in the past five years left his mind before he sleeps at night.

Chapter One: One Drunken Night.

Kayla' POV:

Graduation is my most awaited day of my school life. It has been five years since I started college and I just graduated today. That was because I stopped schooling for a year to work for my family. Now that I finally graduated, I will make sure that my life will be better now, with less stress!

"Cheers to us!"

Donna held up her bottle of beer, and we all raised ours as well. A toast made us cheer, celebrating our first step toward success. They were all my classmates, and most of them were my friends. I can say that even though I am a poor, a nerdy smart girl in our class, no one has ever bullied me. I honestly don't know why, but maybe because I get along with them well and I don't let them do things I didn't want them to do to me.

"Four years is suffocating! Now we have to drown ourselves and get drunk, wooh!" Jill screamed at the top of her lungs.

The upbeat music made us stand up from our seats, and we danced to the music. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and some that were high from pot were making us even more drunk. It is suffocating, but still fun. We choose to go to a nightclub like this because we haven't been here for almost a year now. We should at least give ourselves a reward for being the best hard-working students!

Donna moved toward me, and her body bumped into my shoulder. She's squeezing her boobs on me like she always does whenever she's drunk.

"I think we should get a guy tonight? It will be more fun! What do you think?" Donna exclaimed while we were both dancing to the beat. She even snaked her arms around my neck as she lifted her head to me.

She's a petite woman who's only 5'4, but it didn't make her less. Unlike me, who's still taking care of my cherry even though I am not that innocent, she is wild. Wild to the point that she'll throw herself at anyone when she's drunk.

"I don't know, I'm alright being alone!" I shouted back at her.

I started to roam my eyes around the nightclub and saw a bunch of couples flirting. There are some that we're kissing and there are those who are touching their bodies. The dance floor was so wild that for some reason, I feel out of place. This may be the reason why Donna wants to get a boy tonight, to get laid just like what will happen to these liberated shits!

Donna pulled me closer to her as she tiptoed and whispered to my ear. "See? We need boys! Or if you want, we can make out instead," she chuckled.

I pushed her away and rolled my eyes. "Eew, Donna!"

We both laughed at each other as we drank beer. We dance and get drunk, trying to forget all the hardships that we've been through for the past four years. We paid off our hard work after all!

But then I forgot that I am not used to drinking, so I ended up getting drunk in just about three bottles? I guess, 'cause I forgot. I just found myself walking away from the crowd because I was too tipsy. I tried to find Donna, but she was out of nowhere, and as I was about to fall on my knees, a hand caught me. His smell lingered through my nose. I tried to open my eyes to see who was it but because I was too drunk, it all went in blur.

I didn't know what happened or how the heck I ended up lying on a bed while someone was kissing me. But then as I opened my eyes, a familiar hooded gray eyes were staring at me. His sharp nose and his wet red lips, he is familiar! I was too weak to push him away from me while I started to remember who was with me. Is this true? Brandon Moore, the C.E.O of MFC, is kissing me while he's naked?

My eyes widened as he continued kissing my neck. I'm still tipsy and I guess because of the alcohol that's still evident through my veins, I can feel every little touch of his rough hand. My skin started to become more sensitive. Even his breathing is so sensible. A moan escaped my parted lips after his hand slid inside my undies. The way his finger flicked on my clit made me lose my mind. He drew circles on my clit and it sent shivers down my spine, making me arch my back.

"Fuck, moan for me!" he groaned. He gently nibbles my earlobe while pushing his finger inside my wet core. His other hand was working way up to my left breast as he pinched my pink nipples in between his fingers.

I can see how flushed my chest is because of the heat I was feeling, his chest bumping into my breasts and it feels so nice. I bite my lower lip when he slides another finger inside me. That's when I spread my legs more, giving him more access to my precious pussy. I have pleasured myself using a dildo, but this was different. It's more lustful, and I can't deny the fact that I want him inside me right now!

Even though I'm still groggy, it didn't stop me from looking down at his hard cock between my legs. I can see how huge his member is, its purple head is waving like it is aching to push inside me. I jerked my hips to reach his hardness. That's when he pulled off his fingers, and run his rough hands on my behind to squeeze it. I sharp pain made my eyes widened and saw his eyes looking at me. If I were not mistaken, his eyes flickered from gray to yellow and to red, back to gray. What was that? Before I could ask, he pushed my other leg and spreaded it widely for him as he positioned himself. Volts of pain shreded on my core after he pushed his hard c*ck inside of me. I almost cried because of the excruciating pain but he kissed my lips and tried to stop my whimper. A tear fell from my cheek after fully pushing himself inside of me, gripping on my hips tightly.

The way he touches me, the smell of his mint perfume, his broad shoulders, I consume every inch of him. He fucked me mercilessly, even though it was my first time. I can still remember how his eyes were raging in lust, how it hypnotized me. How he tightly gripped my hair while he fuck me from my behind and the way his fingers scratched through my back. We did everything that I couldn't even imagine how the heck, I, a virgin, could consume all of those. It feels like a dream; I thought it was. Not until I woke up and my body was aching from all the activities, we'd done. My pussy is still sore, my body were full of his scratch, and when I tossed and looked at the bedsheet, the bloodstain was evident on it.

Shit!

My head's still spinning. I quickly got up from the bed, and my eyes drifted to the man beside me, peacefully sleeping.

What the heck? I am not dreaming! What happened last night was all true! My heart started to pound like crazy. He is really the C.E.O of the company that I was dreaming of joining and if he saw me right now, I'm sure that he won't accept me! Oh shit, this is bad! He shouldn't see me right now or else my career and my hard work will go to waste.

Even though I'm still sore all over my body, I stood up and quickly picked up my clothes to wear all of it. After wearing them, I tried to look for my bag and purse, but I didn't see any of my things. I just let it slide and got out of that hotel room before I woke up Brandon.

I brushed my hair after seeing that I was in front of Brillantes Tower. I couldn't believe that I will have the chance to get inside of that five-star hotel and even have the greatest sex I've ever imagined. Well, I thought it was all a dream... having a wild fantastic first sex is like a fantasy... that's when I realized I have to go home.

"How am I going home right now?" I asked myself.

But then I still smile and giggle. As I started to walk on my way to Donna's house, I realized something. I lost my virginity to not just someone, but to a man that owned the company I dreamed of. I just don't get why he's like he wasn't in himself last night. He seems not just drunk, but drugged... But then, I still enjoyed the night, so it was fine. The only problem is that I need to keep it to myself or else my career would fall.

I don't have regrets about having a one-night stand with Brandon. Sex is just sex, that's what I think of it after that night. But then after a month, when I'm getting ready for the interview for Moore Food Corporation, I was surprised to know that I was pregnant... and the only man I had sex with was Brandon.

"You're pregnant."

My Mom knew right before I told her. It has been about a week since I started to feel bloated and have morning sickness and now she has already found out. I looked up at her with the most apologetic look.

"Mom... I'm sorry," I said. I know that she wasn't just mad right now but also worried.

This isn't part of my dream. I planned everything that I wanted to do after graduation, but now I ended up in this kind of situation and it is heartbreaking. It's way more painful done breaking up with my last boyfriend.

"Who's the father?" she asked, almost stuttering.

Those three words made my heart race. How can I tell her that the father of this child might not know that something happened between us? If I knew that I would end up getting pregnant, I shouldn't have run away that day! Now I regret everything...

My mother started to burst into tears. She brushed her palm against her face as she continued to sob. My chest started to burn in too much pain. Seeing how she cried, how she was disappointed. It is making me feel so worthless. All the struggle, all the sacrifices, now it all blew away in just one night! I thought that night was a dream come true but it all turned out chaos.

"Did you get raped or something? B-because the last time I knew, you didn't have a boyfriend..." she sobbed.

I have nothing to do now but embrace my mother and cry with her. I want to go to Brandon and tell him that we are having a child, but then... What if he just pushed me away and told me that I am just a gold digger? That I was just making up a story? After all... I discovered that he has a long-time girlfriend. I don't want to ruin their relationship just because of his one-night mistake.

"It was a mistake, Mom. But he didn't rape me. I wanted what we did..."

I lied. For me, it wasn't a mistake. I couldn't forget that night ever since, not because I didn't like it or I regretted it, but because in the back of my mind, I'd still want to do it with him again. But then I know that for him it was just a mistake. A mistake that I'm sure he already forgot.

Chapter Two: She's Hired.

It's been five years and everything went well. I have a decent job as a manager at a small restaurant and a part-time job every night to sustain my siblings' education, and for my son who's making my life even more wonderful. I thought that these are all impossible when I first found out that I am pregnant but now that five years have passed and it went well, I can say that I can raise him by myself. That I can do it alone, I don't need someone else.

"Ah! What an exhausting day!" I stretched out my arms to ease the muscle pain I am feeling. A cracking sound made me groan, it feels better. Then I sat down on the couch and laid the back of my head on the back seat.

It was one hell of a tiring day again. One more year and Anthon can help me with our financial expenses. It's hard to have siblings that are way younger than me. I'm 28, Anthon is 22 and Sharlotte is 16. My Mom was only 17 when she had me. It's really exhausting to be a breadwinner in a family that doesn't have a father to supervise. My mom stopped working after I gave birth to Brent. She had to and I wanted to. She's the one who raised my son while I worked my ass off to sustain everything that we needed.

From the dim light, I saw the door of our room slightly open. A small hand opened it and he went out. He's still rubbing his eyes while yawning, trying his best to wake up just to see me.

"Brent, I told you not to wake up whenever I go home. It's late, you should not interrupt your sleep. It's bad for you," I scolded him, but still turned out to be soothing for him.

"M-mom, I want to see you at least once every day!" He ran towards me and then climbed up on my lap.

I tucked him in my arms and embraced him to make him feel my warmth. It is nice to hug my baby boy-nope, he's a big boy now. A big boy who's caring and sweet. I'm such a lucky Mom to have this kind of sweet son, such a blessing. Thought of him as a problem once but then as he grew I realized he wasn't. He made me want to work hard more.

"Mom, did you eat dinner?" he asked.

"Yeah... how about you?"

"Yes, grandma cooked my favorite roasted chicken. You should at least have a bite of it, it's good..." he yawned.

My fingers raked through his soft hair, gently taking him back to sleep cause I can feel how sleepy he was. I kissed the top of his head, smelling the fruity shampoo he was using.

"You can sleep again now. Don't force yourself to wake up every time I go home, hmm?"

He didn't reply to what I said, not knowing that he was already asleep again. I smiled while continuously brushing his hair with my fingers. Such a sleepyhead! I giggled.

When I'm sure that he was sleeping tight, I lifted him slowly to avoid waking him up. I walked slowly while carrying him to our room. When we finally reached the room and laid him on the soft bed, I crawled up to him, not bothering if I had a shower. Because of exhaustion, I forgot it and slept hugging my sweet boy.

The alarm woke me up, thankfully, 'cause I always overheard it. Still sleepy, I hugged and kissed Brent before I stood up and prepare for work. The smell of onion and garlic elope my nose which made me crave whatever my Mom was cooking. After reaching the kitchen, I quickly pulled off the chair under the table and sat there, waiting for our breakfast.

"Fried rice and egg!" she exclaimed excitedly. Then he placed the plate on top of the table. She looked up at me with a questioning look. "Can you wake Brent? He's going late for school."

My eyes widened. "Oh, God! I'm sorry. I always forgot that my baby's in daycare now." I stood up and ran back to the room to wake Brent.

Thankfully, my sweet baby always listens to me and his grandma. We don't have to force him to do things that he should do. We ate breakfast and did our things before going out. I always dreamed of taking Brent to his school, but then now, I couldn't even get him there. I have a lot of things to do that I almost forgot about his activities. I felt bad for not being there always, but I always made sure that we won't distance our hearts from each other. I know someday he'll understand his Mom.

Even though I am busy, time flew faster. Night came and as I walked through the living room and stretched out my arms, Brent did it again. He walked out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes, but now he's crying.

"Mommy!" he stuttered.

I quickly sat down on the floor to level his head. "Hey, did you have a nightmare?" I patted the top of his head, trying to soothe him.

He slowly nodded, and I wiped off his tears.

"Don't worry, let's get to bed and sleep again. I'll be here with you now so you can sleep peacefully."

"Mom, do I have a Dad?"

I stopped when his question came out. My heart almost sank. I started to get nervous. Honestly, I expected that he would ask this someday. He's five years old, yet mature enough to ask things like this.

"Yes..." I replied in an almost stutter.

"Then where is he?"

Even though I expected this, I'm still shocked. I didn't know how to answer him. How to explain why his father wasn't here with us? He's still a kid, and he needs a careful explanation. I was about to lie when he started to sob again.

"My playmates are asking me where my Dad is. Even my classmates are laughing at me for not having him..."

The feeling of pain in each of his words is squeezing my heart. It is more painful than I thought. I could have just told him that his father had died, but I couldn't. I know it would be more painful for him to think that his father died without even seeing him.

"Do... you want to see your Dad?" I asked, eyeing him.

His grey eyes glow the moment he heard of that. "Can I?"

I slowly nodded. "Y-yes, but I still have to look for him. Can you wait?"

A smile curved on his lips. How happy my son is... He quickly jumped on me and pulled me into a hug. A peck on my lips and cheek made me close my eyes tightly. I need to tell Brandon about Brent. I know that this is the most foolish thing I will do in my life. Never in those five years that I planned on telling Brandon about our son. Even though Brent got hospitalized because of pneumonia, even though I needed money for his hospital bills... I never once think of him. But now that my son was asking, maybe it's time to tell him the truth.

–

"YOU WERE AN applicant here five years ago? What made you backed out when you were about to get hired?" The interviewer asked me after she saw my resume.

I trembled as I was trying to avoid Brandon's gazes. The moment I walked through the door, I quickly saw how his eyes darted on me. I didn't know if it was just me or I did get his attention more than any applicants here. Don't want to held my hopes high but I can sense there is something.

"I backed out because..." I stopped, couldn't stop myself from looking at Brandon who's looking at me intently. It is making me nervous. "B-because I have to do something important."

"How can we be sure that you'll not back out again? What if you resign right away?" The woman beside Brandon asked.

"No, I won't do that again." I held up my head and then gracefully looked at the woman interviewer. "I am confident that I can asisst the C.E.O with all my best. I won't ever resign unless he fired me."

The woman seems not impressed to what I answered. I am extremely nervous but I have to make sure that I'll get the position of Brandon's secretary. Luckily, his secretary resigned just few weeks ago and they need a replacement. It was a great opportunity to be with him and have chance to tell him about Brent.

The woman wrote something on the paper that was on the table, and then looked up at me. Her eyes were disappointed that nervous shocked through me the moment she spoke. "We will call you once we have an update–"

"No."

We both startled after Brandon interrupted. I looked at him as he puts down his arms on the table, entwining his fingers... those fingers that run through my skin that night. Damn! Why should I think of that in the middle of this situation?

"What? No?" The woman asked.

Brandon turned his head to the woman and then smiled. "Tell her she's hired and start tomorrow, I like her." And then he stood up.

My heart almost sank after that. Does it mean, he remembers me?