Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Poppy
He promised just to protect me. So why do I crave his touch?
I never thought I’d end up here—pregnant, broke, and abandoned by my no-good husband. Dirk stole every penny from our bank account and vanished, leaving me with nothing but two pink lines on a stick and a belly full of his child. With nowhere else to turn, I knock on the only door left to me—his older brother’s. Logan Hayes is everything Dirk isn’t—strong, dependable, protective…and off-limits. I should keep my distance, but when my Second Heat hits and my body aches for an Alpha’s touch, Logan is the only one who can ease the fire burning inside me.
Logan
She’s carrying my brother’s child…but she belongs to me.
My brother is a worthless bastard. He left his beautiful wife carrying his pup and expecting me to clean up his mess. But the moment I take Poppy into my home, I know I’m the one in danger—because the Wolf inside me claims her as mine. Forbidden or not, she feels like my Fated Mate. She smells like my forever. But the Laws of the Pack are a man can’t take his brother’s wife. It’s the one line I swore I’d never cross.
Only now, Poppy is in Heat…and she’s begging me to claim her.
For fans of Forbidden desire, Surprise pregnancy, Alpha wolf protectiveness, br3ast play and tab00 love too powerful to resist, The Alpha's Sin will leave you panting for more
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1
POPPY
“Don’t be pregnant…don’t be pregnant…don’t be pregnant,” I chant.
I’m sitting on the lid of the toilet, hunched nervously over the little plastic stick clutched in one hand. The directions said to wait for five minutes and then look, but I can’t put it down.
The first line—the one that tells you the test is working—has already popped up. I’m looking at the second little window, hoping like hell it remains clear. I guess I’m hoping if I stare at it, I can scare that little line away—keep it from appearing.
But I guess I’m not scary enough. Because here it is—sliding into view like bad news coming to surprise me. Only this is no surprise. Dirk flushed my birth control down the toilet weeks ago.
“We’re married now, babe,” he said, when I tried to stop him. “It’s time to start a family.”
“But you said I could go to nursing school first!” I protested. I had already done all my prerequisites and had been accepted to my school of choice—USF—back in Tampa. But Dirk had convinced me to come live in Virginia with him—to be near his family.
“There are plenty of nursing schools up there,” he’d assured me. “But if we’re going to start a life together, I need to be near my big brother. Plus, I have a job up there, waiting for me.”
I don’t have any family of my own. I never knew my dad and my mom died when I was nine. I was raised by my grandparents. Grandpa passed three years ago and I had lost my Grandma just about a month before I met Dirk. So I moved with him.
I know it sounds stupid—and it was—but I thought I was in love. I thought Dirk was too.
From the minute I met him, he showered me with compliments. He talked about how beautiful I was—how he loved “curvy girls”—and how I was the smartest, most amazing woman he’d ever met.
He gave me gifts too—chocolates because he knew I had a sweet tooth, earrings he saw that made him think of me, and flowers “just because you’re so beautiful, babe.”
He texted me all the time, talking about our life together and how happy we were going to be. And because I was vulnerable and still grieving the loss of my Grandma, I fell for it. I sold her house—I know, it was really stupid of me—and put the money in a joint bank account with Dirk.
“Part of it we’ll use for our wedding and part of it we’ll use to buy a place of our own once we get back to Virginia,” he promised me.
I believed him—I thought this man was completely, head-over-heels in love with me. And I was head-over-heels for him too. So we moved to Virginia…only we never bought a house. Dirk got us a crappy little apartment on the bad end of town.
“Just for now,” he promised me when I said that I didn’t feel safe going outside at night. “Just until we get married. Then we’ll start house-hunting.”
Again, I believed him. I told myself it was going to be fine—that the apartment was just for now. I got busy planning our wedding.
But it turned out that Dirk didn’t want “a big production” as he put it. In fact, it almost seemed like he went out of his way to make it cheap. He set the ceremony in an old, rundown Baptist church and booked their dim and dingy meeting hall for our reception.
“But we have plenty of money from selling Grandma’s house,” I protested, when I saw the hall.
Years of neglect had turned the white walls an off-yellow shade and there was grime in the corners and along the baseboards that no amount of scrubbing was going to get out. Seeing it made my stomach drop—and not in a good way.
“Nah, this is fine. This place has a lot of history,” Dirk said dismissively.
“But we can afford a nicer venue!” I argued. “We have enough to get something better than this, at least.”
Tampa, where I had moved from, was a growing real estate market. When it sold, my Grandma’s little bungalow had fetched just over five hundred thousand dollars because it was in an up-and-coming neighborhood that everyone wanted to live in. That was plenty enough to have a nice wedding, as far as I was concerned.
But Dirk wouldn’t listen.
“No—we need to save most of that for a house,” he told me. “If we have a less expensive wedding, we can have a nicer home to raise our family in.”
Again, I reluctantly agreed. I was disappointed, but I did want a nice house and everything is so expensive these days. So I let him have his way once again and we kept the wedding and reception at the old church.
The wedding wasn’t exactly the one I’d dreamed of as a little girl. I got a secondhand dress at a shop Dirk knew of because again, he didn’t want to “waste money that should go to buying our house.”