Hiding the Alpha’s Heir

“Sander, can we please talk?” I knocked on the door of his chamber. I could only hear his soft sobs and sniffs.

I sighed for the nth time. I had been knocking here so many times but it seemed that Sander didn’t really want to talk. I already told him that I apologized for the behavior I had shown. I should have dealt with this matter when Desmond and I were alone but my emotions got the better of me.

I knocked on the door again. “If there is anything you need, Mama is in her chamber, sweetheart,” I said softly before I decided to give him some space because it looked like he needed it.

I might try to speak with him later.

But just before I could leave, the door of Sander’s chamber slowly swung open. There, I came to see Sander’s swollen, puffy red eyes, hiding behind the door.

My wolf felt heartbroken upon seeing our pup being in this state. She scolded me earlier because I did not control my emotions and decided to lash out at Desmond.

“Sweetheart…” I knelt on the floor and opened my arms. “Come,” I urged.

Sander sniffed before he opened the door wide and walked toward me. He didn’t hesitate to be inside my arms. I lifted him up as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered softly, caressing his back. I sauntered my way to his chamber and saw that it didn’t look like a mess. “Are you mad at me?” I asked when I settled him to his bed and settled beside him.

He lowered his eyes. “Where’s Papa?” he asked in a timid tone.

I slowly exhaled and combed his hair using my fingers. “He is…” Damn. I was really planning to console him by myself but it looked like Sander needed the presence of his father. “He is in the stairwell. I… I did not allow him to come to the north hall.” He attempted to come here and I almost got angry with him. I even threatened him earlier that I would make things worse if he was not going to listen to me.

I bit my lower lip, feeling guilty when his eyes were glistening with tears. My wolf was panicking right now. She was urging me now to summon Desmond if she happened to see the broken expression of my pup.

“D-Do you wish me to summon him?” I asked nervously when Sander stayed silent.

Sander nodded shyly. “I want Papa here, too.”

“Alright…” I nodded.

“Call him Papa, please. Not in his name, Mama.”

My jaw dropped. “W-What?” What did he just say?

“Pretty please…” he pleaded.

Shit… I coerced a smile. I’m dead right now. “I…” Should I do it? “I will call him,” I said as I slowly got up in bed.

“I want to go with you, Mama.” He also got up and held my hand.

I slowly breathed out from this. I was planning to fool him but it looked like he knew my plan. “Of course…” How must I escape this embarrassment for later?

I gulped when we went outside and sauntered our way to the stairwell. We saw Desmond who looked devastated as he sighed.

I flinched when Sander tugged my hand. I nodded my head and opened my mouth.

“Papa,” I called. I could have sworn I had chills down my spine when I addressed Desmond that.

His eyes widened. He looked up and saw me with Sander. “Sander… Seraphina…” His tone sounded shocked.

I gulped. “Papa, can you come with us? Sander said that he wants us to be beside him in his bed…” Damn it. I could feel my cheeks flaring up in embarrassment.

His jaw dropped. He knew that it was bizarre for me to address him but he hesitantly nodded. “C-Certainly.”

From a distance, using my sensitive ears, I could hear his heart racing so wildly. I didn’t know if this was the time I addressed him as Papa. Usually, at a time like this, it would be his name.

Sander sniffed and smiled when he held Desmond’s name. Together, we went to our son’s chamber.

Desmond and I were surprised when Sander was the one who arranged how we should lay on the bed.

“There. Papa, you spoon Mama. And Mama will spoon me.”

“W-Wait…” I protested when Sander was on his bed, expecting us to do what he said. “Sander, is it more appropriate if you are in the middle while we are in each of you?” I glanced at Desmond who had a look of amusement on his face.

“I don’t mind about the setup.” I silently cursed at what Desmond said.

“I am not agreeing with it,” I said in a firm tone.

With my answer, Sander was on the verge of crying again. My wolf panicked and scolded me again that I was not fulfilling our pup’s wishes. “But I want that position…” His voice croaked.

“Seraphina…” Desmond uttered. He felt bad and settled beside our son.

At that moment, Sander wailed in tears. “Fine, fine.” I immediately spoke.

“R-Really, Mama?” Sander asked, sniffing.

I sighed, exasperated as I nodded. “Yes.” I pursed my lips into a thin line when I caught Desmond smiling. I squinted my eyes at him. “What are you smiling about, Papa?” I asked, smiling wryly.

He looked at me, feigning ignorance. “Nothing, Mama.”

I inhaled sharply when he addressed me differently. I had chills again when I heard that. Calm down, Seraphina. Desmond was only doing that for your son’s sake. Sander requested it and Desmond gladly obliged.

“I want to take a nap, Mama, Papa,” Sander said.

I glanced at the wall clock. “Oh! Would you look at that? It’s noon already!” I exclaimed. “Let’s have our lunch!” I exclaimed, wanting to divert their attention.

“But…” Sander’s words were cut off when we heard knocks on the door.

“I’ll check it,” Desmond volunteered while he had Sander in his arms. He opened the door and saw that it was a maidservant. “What is it?” I almost squinted my eyes when I thought that his tone would smear with hostility because I knew that was how he was doing in the past even though I kept scolding him.

It was a good thing that his tone changed into a polite one. I would certainly scold Desmond if he ever acted hostile to one of his maidservants.

“Greetings, Alpha, Lady Seraphina, Young Master Sander,” the maidservant said. “I have come here to ask where you should eat your lunch. Is it in the dining hall again?”

I looked away and let Desmond decide that. Perhaps, he was going to ask Sander where he would like to eat.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Mama, where do you want us to eat?”

I was startled when Desmond asked me. “Huh?” I blinked. Why was he asking me that question? He glanced at Sander who was waiting for me to answer him. I suddenly got nervous because I didn’t expect that he would ask me that. “D-Dining hall is fine,” I said to the maidservant.

Crap. Why does it make me nervous somehow?

“You heard your lady. Prepare the dining hall for the three of us. I am certain that our son wants to eat more now that he is tired from seeing the whole pack, isn’t that right?” Desmond asked in a beaming tone.

My smile almost disappeared when Desmond brought it up. He had a triumphant smile as soon as Sander agreed.

“Hmm!” Sander beamed. “Mama, Papa, can we sleep together here tonight?” he asked innocently.

“Of course!”

“No!”

Desmond and I looked at each other when we spoke and our words contradict each other. But he instantly recovered when he looked at our son.

“Mama will say ‘yes’ later, son. Don’t worry,” he stated when he saw Sander’s dejected expression. He even bestowed me a meaningful glance which made me silent.