Hiding the Alpha's Heir
Hiding the Alpha’s Heir Chapter 49

“T-This is just a misunderstanding, D-Desmond. Declan does not mean to offend Seraphina,” Mariana explained, panicking.

“He obviously did,” I said bitterly and glanced at Desmond.

“I can explain, brother!” Declan panicked.

“Leave Seraphina alone. We shall talk after this, Declan,” he said earnestly. “For now, stay here. Allow me to take everything here.” Desmond approached me and gently took my elbow. “Let’s go, Seraphina.”

I let myself be gently tugged by Desmond. I didn’t have the ounce of energy to be hostile toward him as my eyes darted toward Declan.

“You did not tell them why I ran away, huh?” I said when I looked at him bitterly.

Desmond didn’t say anything. His jaw was gnawing.

I felt like there was a lump in my throat with his silent answer. “Now, I know why I received so many ridiculous stares. You have never been honest to your pack members.” I smirked.

Even so, I felt my b***d boiling. I was wrongly accused that I left Desmond because of what reason had they thought about me? I chose to run away because I found another man? Because I used Desmond and married him for his money?

Because he was a noble? The Marquis of Blackmont?

Desmond dragged me somewhere far away from where the ceremony was held. “This is our son’s ceremony, Seraphina,” he said through gritted teeth.

I couldn’t help raising my hand to slap his face. “I am the one you are telling me that, Desmond?” I asked in an unbelievable tone.

His face which went sideways turned at me. He didn’t even falter but his eyes looked hurt.

With that emotion he was showing, I could never forget how I was silently ridiculed there. “You are ruining my image just so you can hide what you have done to our marriage. How absurd…” I smirked, shaking my head. “You are cunning in a worse way, Desmond. I just hope my son shall not inherit your personality.”

He slowly exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s not talk about the past, for now, seraphim. We can deal with that later.”

He turned his back, not daring to look in my way. What he was doing right now was making everything worse.

“Verlice, huh?” I spoke. “As far as I know, Sander has my surname, not yours,” I stated.

That was the moment Desmond turned around to look at me. “Don’t you still get it, Seraphina, do you?”

I creased my forehead, trying to comprehend what he was trying to imply.

Desmond arched his eyebrow before he drew out a lazy smile that could swoon all the ladies here. “Allow me to explain it clearly. Perhaps, my bad since I did not brief you well, seraphim.”

“What do you mean?” That made me nervous right now. I had a feeling I was not going to be happy about this.

“What do you mean?” That made me nervous right now. I had a feeling I was not going to be happy about this.

“As soon as I introduced Sander, I have already taken care of changing his surname to Verlice.”

“What?!” I parroted.

Did I hear it right?

I was not deaf, right? Did I hear it correctly?

Desmond remained quiet as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers. At that moment, I realized what he had done.

“You bastard! You did not consult me!” I couldn’t help attacking Desmond.

However, he was quick to halt my punches and held my fists together as he drew me closer toward him. “Sander has the right to have my surname, Seraphina. He is my son. You are married to me. We are not divorced so halt from thinking Sander can never use my surname!” he said, gritting his teeth.

“Pompous!” I shouted and kicked him in his stomach.

Desmond didn’t expect that which was why he stepped back. Even so, he smirked when he saw how infuriated I was right now.

“Curse me whatever you want, seraphim. I only did what was best for our son. He deserves to be a Verlice after all.”

I scoffed, not believing that this jerk fooled me. So all this time, he had been taking measures to have Sander. He even changed his birth certificate from my surname to his surname.

“As for our marriage…”

I looked up at his eyes when he spoke again. “I am not going to reconcile with you,” I said in a hostile tone.

Desmond shrugged as if he didn’t believe me. “I am going to fix it, seraphim. I promise you that.”

I shook my head. “You cannot make me trust you again. After what you have done? Do you think I can easily forgive and forget?”

He was silent. He turned his back and started leaving. “I am going to fix it,” he said one more time, ignoring my statement.

Watching him leave, my heart clenched. I went to lean to the tree, clutching my chest.

I was played. Well played, Desmond.

I couldn’t believe that he was doing this to me. He was already taking my son away from me.

I couldn’t accept this… I thought that he would not do something that would make me hate him. But I was wrong.

This was not good. If I allowed Desmond to move like this, all in all, I would lose Sander forever. I must do anything, at all costs, to halt this madness.

“Please help me, dear Moon Goddess,” I muttered, feeling helpless.