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  Alpha’s Baby

  A Secret Baby Romance

  Lauren Landish

  Edited by

  Valorie Clifton

  Photography by

  Randy Sewell

  Contents

  Alpha’s Baby

  A Look Ahead

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Revenge

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Bought: Highest Bidder

  Begging for Bad Boys

  Sneak Peek - Anaconda

  About the Author

  Also by Lauren Landish

  Copyright © 2017 by Lauren Landish.

  All rights reserved.

  Cover design © 2017 by Coverluv.

  Cover Model: Luke Pearce.

  Photography by Randy Sewell.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  All characters are 18+ years of age and are non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Alpha’s Baby

  by Lauren Landish

  One hot night and an unplanned pregnancy.

  I’ve always had a crush on my ridiculously handsome stepbrother, Stefan. He’s always been there, at my side. We’ve played, laughed, and even cried together. But then our relationship turned weird.

  Anytime he was near, I found myself filled with lustful thoughts, and when he touched me, it felt like I would burst into flames. Soon, just being in his presence became too much to bear. I started avoiding him at all costs, and when I did encounter Stefan, I would act like a cold-hearted bitch to him so he would never suspect my true feelings.

  But sometimes, the things you hide have a way of coming to light . . . when you least expect them.

  A Look Ahead

  Bella

  The masked gladiator led me to a back room. Inside, it was dark with very dim lighting. The bass of the loud music faded in the background as he closed the door, but it still shook the walls.

  Though it was dark, I could still see his silhouette as he slowly approached me. My legs trembled beneath me. I thought, and not for the first time that night, what was I doing here again?

  Those thoughts fell away as the Gladiator reached me. The heat from the closeness of his body made me shiver. He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and I shuddered again.

  I looked up at him, and even in the darkness, I could see the intensity in his eyes—eyes that seemed incredibly familiar—but for some reason, I didn't dwell on it.

  I knew right then, without a doubt, that I was going to let him fuck me. And though no words had been spoken since he’d led me into the room, I’m sure he already knew that I was his.

  Chapter 1

  Bella

  For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a crush on my ridiculously handsome stepbrother, Stefan. For years, he’d always been there at my side. We’ve played together, laughed together, and even cried together. But our relationship turned weird when I started to realize just how different boys and girls are and how amazing that can be. I think the first time I noticed was when I went to one of his lacrosse practices. When it was over and he peeled off his gear and his t-shirt, it was like a light shone down from above and a voice said, This is who you’re meant for.

  Suddenly attracted to him, I could no longer be around him without feeling like a perv. The simple things we used to do with each other, like watching movies together and even doing homework, became incredibly awkward.

  Anytime he was near, I found myself filled with lustful thoughts, and when he touched me, it felt like I would burst into flames. Soon, just being in his presence became too much to bear. I started avoiding him at all costs, and when I did encounter Stefan, I would act like a cold-hearted bitch to him so he would never suspect my true feelings.

  Naturally, Stefan was confused by my sudden change in behavior. He couldn't understand how I’d suddenly gone from his best friend to this frosty ice queen. Though it hurt me to treat him that way, I couldn’t tell him that I was doing this for the greater good, that I had thoughts no sister should have about her brother. I couldn't tell him that I yearned for his lips pressed against mine and to run my fingers through his silky blond hair.

  I couldn't tell him that I wanted him.

  You see, I knew that our relationship could never be, would never be. We were siblings, not by blood but by our parents’ marriage. My fantasy of being with Stefan was just that, a fantasy.

  It was during this time that Stefan began dating. He’d bring home girls when my parents weren't home and have wild and crazy sex with them, all within my earshot. Even through the walls, you could hear them, and the girls sounded like they were going through a life-changing experience, even the ones I knew were total sluts and Stefan wasn’t their first rodeo.

  It just pissed me off all the more. Sometimes, I would listen and get all hot and bothered, and often, I had to relieve myself. I would masturbate and pretend I was one of the girls he was fucking, but that became old after a while. I didn't want to pretend anymore. I wanted the real thing.

  Eventually, I grew very jealous of the string of girls he would bring back home and found it quite easy to continue being a major bitch to him whenever we interacted. I swore that every scream they made, every moan, every time they made the soun
ds I wanted to make, it was his fault, that he was taunting me with their cries of passion.

  When it came time to graduate high school and move on to college, I was greatly relieved. I had gotten accepted into a prestigious school called North State University, and for the first time in a long time, I was happy.

  I was finally going to be free.

  I would no longer be burdened by my attraction to my stepbrother or have to listen to him fuck random chicks every weekend. Since I made sure we wouldn't be attending the same university, I knew that I would only see Stefan on holidays, something that was acceptable to me because I knew I would only have to bear his presence for a short time before we were out of each other’s life again.

  Meanwhile, I would be joining the hottest sorority on North State’s campus, Kappa Beta. As a member of this prestigious sorority, I knew I would most likely get hooked up with some popular, hot frat guy and would soon forget all about Stefan and his hot body.

  Or so I thought.

  “Come on, girls, swallow that dick!” some chick in the background yelled.

  I tried to drown out all the cheering from my wild sorority sisters who stood crowded around the table, watching me and my opponent shove big, fat dildos down our throats, and concentrate.

  Had I known that dick-guzzling contests were a part of the Kappa Beta’s long line of second-semester traditions, I would have never signed up for it, hottest sorority or not. I thought that the stupid shit stopped after Rush Week and first semester. Apparently, I was wrong.

  Be that as it may, I had signed up and had been accepted. And once I committed to something, that was it. I was going to stay with Kappa and prove to all of these girls that I had what it took to be one of the best of the best, too. But as one of the freshmen, I was automatically looked down upon, and because of this, I had to prove myself.

  Hence, the dildo sucking contest. I mean, every girl wants to win one of those, right?

  The rules were simple: Head to head—no pun intended. Whoever gagged on their respective dildo first, lost. And this wasn’t your average dildo. Oh, no. They’re fucking scary.

  I had already beaten out eight other girls, and now only one remained: Veronica George. Veronica was a major bitch, a junior with long, blonde hair, green eyes, and pouty lips that were currently wrapped around the shaft of her dildo. She was hugely popular and was thought to have the hottest boyfriend on campus, though I thought he was nothing special. A typical tanned and oiled gym jock, in my opinion.

  Veronica eyed me with challenge as she pushed her dildo down a half-inch. She was three-fourths down the shaft and I was likewise. So far, it was the furthest anyone had gotten the whole contest. But I could tell that I was going to have to go all the way down to the ball sack to win this one, because apparently, Veronica really knew how to suck a mean dick.

  The trouble was, I was really close to gagging.

  I gripped the rubbery flesh and pushed it down slowly, hoping I didn’t gag. I could feel it encroaching upon my tonsils and I struggled to keep the dreaded reflex at bay.

  What if this were Stefan’s cock?

  I had no idea where that thought came from, but it was a bad omen. Suddenly, all I could think about was Stefan gripping me by the sides of my head and throat fucking me for all I was worth.

  The thought, while a huge turn-on for me, was terribly distracting, and along with all the yelling in the background, I found my focus slipping.

  Still eying me, Veronica pushed the dildo even further down, causing a large bulge to appear in her throat. I began to panic. There was not much left for Veronica to take down. One more push and she would have downed the entire length of the 8-inch cock, winning the contest.

  I had to act fast or it was over.

  Eying her with defiance, I gathered my courage and tried to force the rest of the entire shaft down my throat. That’s when I nearly lost all of my lunch.

  Shit!

  The crowd around the table went wild as I wrenched the cock out of my mouth and gasped for air, hacking and coughing.

  Across the table, Veronica jumped up, removed the giant dildo from her throat with ease, slapped it down on the table, and squealed in delight. “I win!”

  Her words and joyous laughter felt like a knife in my heart. I’ll let you know now that I am very competitive and don't like losing . . . even a dumb ass dick-sucking contest.

  Who had made up such a contest, anyway?

  “It’s okay,” I muttered under the noise of the crowd as I wiped spittle from my lips with the back of my hand and regained my composure. “It’s a stupid contest anyway.”

  I tossed the fat dick on the table beside Veronica’s saliva-covered one, glad to be rid of it. The rubbery flesh had left a nasty taste in my mouth, and I would be glad when I could go rinse with a minty mouthwash.

  “Everyone, quiet!” yelled a voice, getting results. It was Hanna Jones, Kappa’s president, standing in the center of the room beside the table.

  With long, dark hair that she wore in a girly ponytail and sultry, dark eyes, Hanna was dressed in a pink skirt and a white blouse that was tied in a knot to show off her tanned, flat midriff. Pink and white were our sorority’s colors, and I had been wearing more of it than I was used to, hopefully something that would taper off once my freshman year was over.

  When the room finally quieted down, Hanna smiled at me. “Nice try, Bella. I was impressed. I never saw a new girl get so far before.”

  “Thanks,” I mumbled. I still couldn't believe I had just participated in the contest. And even worse, I had lost.

  “You should be proud,” Hanna continued. “You defeated eight other girls and nearly beat Veronica, our undefeated champion.”

  “She wasn’t even close!” Veronica scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “And you know it.”

  “She came closer than any girl ever has to beating you,” Hanna pointed out. “You have to admit that.”

  Veronica rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say.”

  “Isn’t it time to choose the Sacrifice now?” one of the sorority sisters asked Hanna with breathless excitement.

  I quirked an eyebrow in confusion. What was this? Were the girls not content with just holding a cock-gagging contest? Now they were into satanic rituals too?

  “What’s a Sacrifice?” one of the other freshmen, Sara Delaney, asked. When I first joined the sorority, Sara and I had become fast friends, mainly out of necessity. Even within a sorority, there were cliques within cliques, so that meant new girls had to stick together.

  Hanna’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “As most of our senior members here know, every once in a while, we honor a deal we have with our brother fraternity, Alpha Gamma.”

  “And what deal is this?” Sara asked suspiciously.

  A grin spread across Hanna’s face. She seemed to be enjoying this. “Just like we receive new sisters who must prove themselves, Alpha Gamma receives new brothers who must prove themselves as well. Every so often, an Alpha gets challenged by an upstart. If that upstart wins, he wins a special offering from Kappa Beta for one night.”

  Sara glared. “Am I understanding you right? Are you saying that the Sacrifice is one of us contest losers?”

  Hanna’s grin nearly split her face. “Correct.”

  “That’s such bullshit!” Sara raged. She looked around at her gathered sisters. “C’mon, guys, a dildo-sucking contest is ridiculous enough as it is, but our bodies being offered to some dumb, iron pumping jock? That’s absolutely nuts!”

  “You gave an oath when you joined this sorority that you would do anything for your sisters,” Hanna pointed out.

  “Yeah, I did, but I didn’t agree to prostitution.”

  “It’s not prostitution,” Hanna argued.

  Sara looked unconvinced. “Yeah? Then what is it?”

  “It’s called ‘taking one for the team’.”

  “Oh give me a break—”

  “Anyway,” Hanna cut in loudly, turning away from Sara
like she was old news, and I suspected that when it was time for us freshman to have a chance to live in the house, Sara wouldn’t be invited. “I’m going to try something new this year.”

  “What?” someone in the crowd asked.

  Hanna’s eyes roved over the contest losers. “Usually, the one who was knocked out of the contest first would be the Sacrifice. This year, I’m going to let Veronica pull a name out of a hat. Whatever name she pulls is the Sacrifice.”

  The crowd broke off into excited murmuring.

  Hanna gestured to one of the girls in the crowd. “Get the hat, Ashley.”

  While the crowd murmured excitedly, Ashley scurried off and then returned a few minutes later with a NSU hat and slips of paper that she had scribbled all of our names on. Meanwhile, I was still trying to wrap my mind around it all. One of the losers of the contest would be giving her body to a total stranger?

  What the hell had I gotten myself into?

  Hanna grabbed the hat from Ashley and the crowd quieted. “Veronica.”

  Veronica stepped forward eagerly. I could tell she was enjoying this too much.

  “No peeking,” Hanna warned, holding out the hat to Veronica. “Reach in there without looking.”

  Veronica turned away and blindly reached into the hat. She dug around for a moment while everyone whispered amongst each other. Several of the losers looked anxious while they watched Veronica, probably worrying that their name would be pulled out of the hat while others looked excited. Let’s face it. We’d been busy doing sorority stuff, so some of us hadn’t been getting any action in a while.

  Sara scowled at Veronica, who was still blindly shuffling through the hat. “There is no way in hell I’m agreeing to this if she pulls my name out of that hat. They will just have to kick me out.”

  Sara’s comments made me think to myself, what if Veronica pulls my name?