Alpha’s Hidden Heir Novel – In this city’s most glittering circle of power and wealth, I’ve always been invisible— Except for one title: Donovan Barton’s woman. He’s the king under the moonlight. Cold. Arrogant. Untouchable. And me? I’m the caged canary he keeps. I’m the only Omega in this elite circle without a family name to back me. So at every socialite gathering, I’m an easy target. The only reason I’m even allowed a seat at the table with these women, is because I know my place.
I’m tactful. I’m smart enough to stay in my lane. That’s why, even after nearly two years with Donovan—his longest-kept mistress— I never act smug. Never flaunt. Never forget where I stand. Right now, I’m doing what I do best: sitting in the quietest corner, happily nibbling on a macaron. But at some point, the topic of conversation circles back to me. “Mrs. Barton, we’ve all been dying to ask… Alpha Donovan always seems so cold and buttoned-up…” No title is noble enough to shield a woman from gossip.
“Is he the same way in bed?” “I get nervous just making eye contact with him. Doesn’t he scare you?” “Is he rough in private?” “He seems impossible to deal with—how’d you even land him?” “Come on, spill it—bet he’s incredible in bed, isn’t he?” My hand trembled slightly, nearly dropping my fork. “Well… he’s just… average, really.” “No way! He does not look like the ‘average’ type!” “He’s always working. We barely see each other…” I mumbled a few more vague excuses, squirming in my seat—until my phone rang.
The screen lit up with one word: oversize. I nearly sighed in relief. Excusing myself, I stepped aside to answer. Donovan’s voice came through low and tired: “Having coffee?” “Mhm. I also did a little shopping.” “What’d you get?” “A purse. And a necklace.” “Buy a new dress, too.” “I already did…” “A nightgown.” “Mr. Barton—” “What do you call me?” “…Donovan.” My cheeks flushed hot. I glanced around like a thief and quickly turned off the speaker. “I’ll pick you up in an hour,” he said, and hung up—his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
So I left the party early… and bought a new black lace slip. Plunging neckline. Slits on both sides. Silky, sheer, and sinfully soft. As soon as I got in the car, Donovan crooked a finger. “Come here.” I climbed onto his lap like a good girl. Fresh from a full-body spa treatment, my skin was smooth and soft, my scent faintly sweet. I melted against his chest, boneless and pliant. Donovan was clearly pleased. He took off his glasses and tossed them into the console. Then slid his long fingers around my waist.
“Gained weight?” He gave a firm squeeze, but his tone was oddly satisfied. “I’ve been eating a little too much lately… I’ll start dieting tomorrow.” Even after two years, moments like this still made me shy. My ears turned red. “No need to lose weight. I like you just like this.” He held me tighter. I rested my head on his chest. “Alpha, you just got back from a business trip… But you still pick me up. You must be exhausted.” “Then shouldn’t you be rewarding me tonight?” I looked up, flustered.
“Shouldn’t you be…recovering your strength?” Donovan chuckled low in his throat. His hand slid down my back, unfastening my strap. “Little minx. You’re getting bold.” “I’m just worried about your health…” His eyes traveled slowly down my body, dark and molten. He lifted a finger, brushing against the delicate lace at my collarbone. “Well, I suppose ‘average’ doesn’t quite cut it for our refined little Mrs. Barton.” My eyes flew wide. The fingers I had curled around his waist suddenly went cold.
“Donovan…” I lost track of how many times I begged for mercy that night. My limbs were too soft to cling to him, drooping helplessly over the side of the bed. Donovan leaned down and captured my swollen lips again. “Donovan!” I forced open my tear-bright eyes, flushed and dazed. “Bailey.” He finally let go—but not without biting my earlobe lightly, whispering: “Relax. No matter how busy I am… I’ll always have the energy to fuck you.” I couldn’t help cursing him in my head. Petty.
Arrogant. Always so calm and proper in public. So cold, so untouchable. But once the clothes come off— He’s nothing but a beast. Who would ever guess… That the Alpha who never loosens his tie and always buttons up to the neck has a favorite kink— He makes me undo every single button. One. By. One.