My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret

CHAPTER ONE

LIANA'S POV

I was nineteen years old when I walked in on my stepbrother lost in a moment he clearly didn't intend anyone to witness.

I hadn't meant to stay awake. I had just wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen when I heard it.

Loud and clear.

My name.

"Liana..."

I froze, my heart thumping wildly against my ribs.

It was late that night, exactly 3 a.m. The house was quiet.

Killian had come home for a short visit after being away for a year because of work, though to this day I still had no idea what kind of job he actually did.

He didn't live with us. He had his own house across town and rarely visited. He only showed up on special occasions or when his mother insisted. Since the day my dad married his mom, I had only seen him twice.

I still clearly remembered the first time I laid eyes on him that year, three years ago. My jaw nearly hit the floor. He looked like a walking Greek god, every inch of him giving off power and confidence, the kind you couldn't fake.

But he never noticed me. He treated me like I didn't exist. It hurt more than I expected, but I tried not to take it personally. He was seven years older than me after all. Maybe to him I was just a silly kid. I heard his mother had him when she was barely more than a teenager. Maybe that explained the distance. Or maybe he just didn't care.

When he came home, he didn't even look at me during dinner. He never smiled. Never spoke unless someone asked him something directly. and he never joined in any family talks. It was as if he wasn't even there, even while he sat right at the table with us.

His mother though had been nothing but warm. From the moment she came into our lives, she became the mother I never had. My own mom passed away two years after she gave birth to me, so I never got to know what it felt like to be held by her or called sweetheart or tucked in at night with a kiss.

But Killian's mother filled that hole without hesitation. She loved me like I was her own. and it wasn't forced, it was pure, the kind of love that made me feel safe.

The only one who stayed cold was her son.

Killian never smiled at me. Never spoke to me. Never even acted like I was there except for an occasional cold glance. and yet deep down some part of me always wanted to know what it would feel like if Killian really saw me. If he said my name. If I meant anything to him. Even a little.

So hearing my name from his mouth was something I hadn't expected at all. It was shocking. Wrong. Twisted. But it was also the first time I ever heard him say my name.

And as messed up as it sounds, part of me couldn't stop my legs from moving toward the sound. Every part of me said turn back. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. I wanted to know if it was real.

The door was slightly open. Light spilled out like a secret waiting to be exposed. I pushed it open.

And there he was.

Killian.

My name was still on his lips like he needed it to survive. Like I was the only thing that could save him from whatever fire had taken him.

Shock. Fury. Embarrassment. All in one look.

I didn't breathe. I didn't blink. I just stood there and watched.

Then I made a small sound. A gasp.

His head turned fast. Our eyes locked.

Time froze.

"Get the hell out!" he yelled.

He slammed the door so hard I felt the floor shake under me. I stumbled back, my breath gone, my legs shaking as I ran down the hallway like a girl who had just seen something she could never forget.

I shut my door and fell onto the bed. My heart was pounding.

But not from shame.

From want.

I hated myself for wanting that.

But not enough to stop.

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The next morning I tried to stay away from him. I stayed in my room holding my breath every time I heard footsteps in the hall. I waited until our parents left before sneaking to the kitchen.

But he was already there.

Waiting.

He didn't let me lie or act like nothing happened.

"Tell me to leave, Liana," he growled, his voice low, as if he was barely hanging on.

His chest was rising and falling against mine, as though he was wrestling with something deep inside.

"I've been telling myself to stay away from you since the second I walked into this house. Every damn night I told myself I'd keep my distance."

He leaned in slowly, "Say the word, Liana. Tell me to go."

I shook my head.

And that was when we crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

Because I let him.

Yes, I shouldn't have.

I knew better.

But when he held me, when he whispered my name like he'd been holding it in for years... I felt myself losing every bit of resistance I thought I had.

He told me I belonged to him.

He said he couldn't stay away.

And for a moment, I believed him.

But everything broke apart when he realized I had never been with anyone before.

His expression changed from intensity... to shock... to something much colder.

"God. Liana..." he muttered. "I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have let this happen."

He took another step back. His hand dragged down his face, raw and shaking.

"This was a mistake." He said it more to himself than to me. "

He stopped talking. Then he did something that shattered me more than his words.

He pulled out his wallet.

Hands shaking, he took out a thick wad of cash and without even looking at me, without hesitating, he threw it onto me.

"I'm deeply sorry," he muttered.

I flinched.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes.

His jaw clenched. His voice dropped, low and ragged. "I'm sorry."

Then, he turned, walked to the door, opened it.

And right before he stepped out, he whispered it again. Barely audible.

"I'm sorry, Liana."

Just like that... he left.

And he never came back.

CHAPTER 2

LIANA'S POV

"Congratulations, Miss Liana. You're five weeks pregnant."

I felt my world shatter as I saw the truth printed in black and white. The report shook in my hand. The words were clear. The truth even clearer.

Five weeks.

Exactly five weeks since the night he came to my room.

Killian Wolfe.

My stepbrother.

My first. My only.

The man I couldn't stop dreaming about. Couldn't stop aching for.

And now a part of him is living, growing inside me.

My knees gave out the moment I stepped out of the doctor's office. My body didn't shake because I was scared. It shook because I could still feel him. He had broken me in the most beautiful way and now he had left me with a secret I couldn't hide for long.

What would I tell my stepmother? My father? That I was pregnant by his stepson?

My hands held the report tight. I pressed it against my chest as if I could hold my heart together with just a piece of paper.

I didn't go home right away. I needed time. I needed space. I needed to lie to myself for just a little longer. But in the end, I went back home.

And that was when everything shattered again.

The moment I opened the door I heard laughter. Happy and carefree laughter. My stepmother's laugh. My father's deep chuckle. And another woman's voice I didn't recognize. Then a sound that made me freeze.

Killian.

But...

He wasn't alone. He was seated beside a beautiful woman. His hand rested lightly on her back. She looked perfect. Very classy. The kind of woman someone like him would marry. Her ring sparkled so bright it made my stomach twist.

My stepmother was glowing and quite happy for her son, while my father looked proud.

And there I stood.

Pregnant, alone, and uninvited.

"Liana," Mother said. She smiled wide as if this was the best day of her life. "You're just in time.

We have the most amazing news."

I couldn't speak.

My gaze was fixed solely on Killian.

"Killian is getting married," Mother said. Her voice was way too bright. Way too cheerful. "To Cynthia. Isn't she just beautiful?"

My throat burned and my heart tore into pieces.

I wanted to scream.

But I couldn't move. I could only look at him. My heart thumping wildly.

He was getting married?

Wow... Just wow.

He hadn't called. Not once. Not after that night. Not after he ruined me.

I had waited. Every single night. I waited for a message. a call. a knock. anything.

But I got nothing.

Now I was carrying his baby, and he was marrying someone else?

I couldn't laugh nor cry. I just stared at him in disbelief.

Cynthia turned to me and then smiled sweetly.

"Are you Liana?" she asked, and I nodded. "You're so cute."

I forced a smile on my face. She didn't know I was carrying his baby in my womb.

"Congrats..." I whispered. "That's... that's wonderful news."

Killian's eyes flicked to me. Just for a second. I gave him one last look and began to walk

away.

"Liana?" Mother called out softly. "Aren't you going to stay? We were just about to cut a small cake to celebrate. Come join us, sweetheart."

I turned to face her with a weak smile on my lips.

"I'm... really tired Mom," I said gently. "I didn't sleep much last night. I just want to lie down for

a bit."

"Oh... of course," she said quickly. "You go and rest. We'll save you a slice."

I nodded and forced my legs to keep moving.

And when I got to my room... I collapsed on the bed and began crying.

CHAPTER 3

LIANA'S POV

That day I locked myself in my room and cried.

Then at night, when everyone was already asleep, I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it might be, so I didn't answer.

"Liana," he said.

I stayed silent.

"Open the door."

"Get out!" I snapped angrily. I didn't want him to hear the pain in my voice.

"I need you, Liana. Please... before I lose my damn mind." He said, his voice trembling with desperation.

"I said get out!" I shouted louder.

For a while, I didn't hear the sound of his voice and I thought he had gone. It wasn't until he turned the knob of my door and it opened that I realized he hadn't left.

"Killian. Please just go," I said. "Just go."

He stepped into my room and walked straight to me. I stood up from my bed and tried to push him out with all the strength I had left, but he was just too strong for me.

"Don't you dare," I whispered as I pushed him again. "Don't you dare come near me."

He caught my wrist and yanked me closer with a soft thud, then crashed his lips on mine.

I gasped. No, no, no. I shouldn't be doing this.

I fought him with my hands but his grip on me tightened as he deepened the kiss before releasing me and pressing his forehead on mine.

I pulled away from him and pointed my fingers at him angrily.

"You have a fiancée‚ Killian!" I screamed. "How dare you kiss me?!"

I pushed him away.

"Leave! Leave my room!"

He didn't answer.

"You're engaged. You brought her here. Dad and Mom have blessed your engagement. She's perfect. She's beautiful. Why are you doing this? Why are you still coming to me?"

He still didn't answer.

"You said it was a mistake, I've accepted that. I'm trying to move on. I've met someone. Someone I'm starting to fall for."

He growled and yanked me to him. I could see the rage and anger in his eyes. His jaw was clenched tight.

"You will never have anyone," he growled. "Do you hear me? You are mine. You'll always be mine."

I scoffed, pushing him off me.

"You're delusional. You have a fiancée and I can't move on? What more do you want from me,huh? Haven't I already given you everything?! Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?!"

He stared at me. I could see different emotions flickering in his gaze.

"I own you, Liana!"

I ripped my hand away. "You don't own me. Get out!"

I turned to the door and tried to open it, but he grabbed me, and I couldn't resist him.

Then it ended.

"Don't marry her," I found myself saying as I held him close. "Please. Be with me. I'll be

anything. Your secret. Your side girl. Just... just don't marry her."

He was silent.

"Killian. I have something to tell you..." I began, wanting to tell him about the baby.

But before I could even speak, he stood up.

"Killian-"

"Don't," he cut me off. "Don't say anything."

"It's... it's important-"

"Nothing is more important right now than marrying her," he said.

"Why..?" I asked, my voice cracking.

He looked at me. His expression was icy and cold. No trace of what just happened.

"Don't ask me why. You won't like the answer."

And then he left, slamming the door behind him.

My heart shattered.

Tears streamed down my face.

He had used me. Again.

Why did I let him?

Why? Just why..?

I stared at the mirror. My eyes were red. My hands were shaking. I placed a trembling palm on my stomach. On the soft curve that didn't show yet... but soon would.

His baby.

"I'm sorry, baby," I whispered, my voice breaking.

More tears streamed down my cheeks, but this time I wiped them away.

No. I wasn't going to let this keep happening.

I wouldn't let him use me whenever he pleased.

If I stayed, I'd let him ruin me again.

But if I left, if I disappeared, he wouldn't be able to find me.

I dried myself off and walked back into my room. My body felt sore. My heart was empty, but I moved anyway.

I opened my closet, pulled out a duffel bag and started packing. I threw in a few clothes, some cash and every necessity I needed.

I had to run. I had to leave.

Killian didn't love me. He was obsessed with me.

He didn't want me.

And he definitely didn't want this baby.

How would I face Dad when the pregnancy began to show?

How could I look Mom in the eyes?

How would I tell them I was carrying Killian's baby?

This family would be destroyed because of our mistake.

Dad would blame himself. Mom would blame her son. The life they've built... would crumble.

And I couldn't do that to them.

No. No. I couldn't keep staying here. Not like this.

I had to leave.

For my baby.

For our future.

So I did.

I didn't say goodbye.

I didn't leave a letter.

I just left.