

Oops, My Sugar Baby is Alpha
Nina GoGo · Ongoing · 333.2k Words
Introduction
Ten months later, she gave birth to a baby, and the next day, the baby's daddy came looking for her.
"Do you have a house and savings?"she asked.
The man looked puzzled.
She accepted her fate and said, "Well, I guess I'm unlucky. From today on, I'll be responsible for earning money to support the family, and you'll be in charge of taking care of our baby."
But who could have told her that the man she was supporting turned out to be a billionaire, the richest man in the town...
And he was also a werewolf!
So wait, her baby is a Hybrid?
Chapter 1
The night was deep.
NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.
Isabella lay on the operating table, her face pale, and her body drenched in sweat. Despite the intense pain, she endured it without uttering a word of complaint.
"Push, we can see the baby's head," the midwife's voice echoed in her ears.
Isabella's hand clung tightly to the bed rail. After a day and a night of pain, she could hardly summon any strength.
"The baby seems to be stuck; it might be a difficult birth. Should we notify Bet-, Mr. Ryan, for their safety?" The midwife and the head nurse exchanged a glance.
"No, don't mind me, save the baby," Isabella's sweat-soaked hand suddenly clutched the doctor. Her voice was filled with agony but unwavering.
The doctor was moved and firmly held her hand, saying, "Let's try again. Listen to my instructions, take a deep breath, and push..."
With the sound of a newborn's loud cry, everyone in the delivery room breathed a sigh of relief.
The head nurse took the baby to clean, and the midwife left the delivery room, dialing a number on her phone.
"Beta Ryan..."
On the other end, Ryan answered the call and knocked on the intricately carved wooden door in front of him.
"Come in," a mature and deep voice echoed from inside.
Ryan pushed the door open and found a tall man standing by the large French windows, his suit buttons undone, revealing a crisp shirt underneath. A cigarette burned quietly between his middle and ring fingers of his left hand.
"Is there something you need?" he raised an eyebrow, exuding an intimidating aura.
"Alpha, the hospital just called. That human, Isabella, has given birth to a baby boy, six pounds two ounces. Both mother and child are fine," Ryan immediately replied.
"Alright, I know." Alpha Andrew listened without a hint of emotion in his profound expression.
Ryan felt like he should say "congratulations," but before he could speak, Andrew asked, "What time does the video conference with the UK branch start?"
Ryan was momentarily taken aback, struggling to keep up with the conversation. He raised his wrist and checked his watch, then cautiously answered, "In half an hour, Alpha."
"Have Nathan prepare for it and head to the conference room." Andrew finished his sentence, extinguished his cigarette, and turned to walk out the door.
The video conference continued until the early hours of the next day.
A secretary entered the conference room, holding two cups of strong coffee.
"Aren't you going to the hospital?" Beta Ryan, who had been holding back all night, finally couldn't help but ask.
Sitting across from him, Andrew elegantly took a sip of coffee. After a brief hesitation, he instructed, "Prepare the car."
Hospital room.
The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm feeling on Isabella's body.
Isabella opened her tired eyes and looked at her sleeping child beside her, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
At the age of nineteen, while other girls her age were still in their parents' arms, she had become a mother.
Even though the child's father was unknown, and she had almost collapsed when she first found out she was pregnant, over the past ten months, he had grown inside her, becoming an irreplaceable part of her life.
Perhaps, that's what motherhood is. So when the doctor mentioned that she might have a difficult birth, she almost instinctively offered her own life in exchange for the hope of the child's survival.
A knocking sound echoed at this moment, and Isabella quickly wiped away the tears on her cheek with the back of her hand. In a hoarse voice, she said, "Please come in."
She thought it was a nurse coming to change the IV, but as the door opened, a handsome young man she didn't recognize walked in.
"Have you come to the wrong room?"
His demeanor was cold, and the way he looked at her made her feel like he was looking down on her. "Andrew Turner, your child's father," he introduced himself briefly and directly. Although his voice was clear and cold, to Isabella, it felt like a thunderclap, making her dizzy.
Her already pale face turned even whiter, and she struggled to sit up in bed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him, losing control.
"Rapist, how dare you show up here? Aren't you afraid I'll report you!" Isabella angrily growled.
Compared to her hysteria, Andrew casually raised his arm to block the pillow she threw at him, and then, with long strides, walked to the hospital bed.
Next to the hospital bed was a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes. A wrinkled, rosy face, like a little monkey.
Isabella didn't know what he wanted to do, but instinctively, she reached out to protect the child in her arms.
"Why haven't you called the police yet?" Andrew's gaze moved away from the child and returned to her. His eyes were deep and calm.
Isabella clenched her lips tightly, trembling, unable to find her words out of anger.
She couldn't call the police because she had no evidence to prove he had raped her.
That night, she had entered his room on her own, mistaking him for her fiancé, and she hadn't resisted at all.
"What do you want?" Isabella asked hoarsely, her earlier defiance gone.
"If you calm down, we can talk," he said.
She stared at him, wondering what there was to talk about with a rapist.
"You have two choices: marry me, or give me custody of the child." His tone was as if it were a matter of course, and he seemed accustomed to giving orders.
She wanted nothing more than to tear off his handsome face. "You can't..."
"No need to rush to answer. Think about it, and you can call me," he interrupted her, his expression aloof, as he placed a business card with his name on the bedside table.
The door opened and closed, and he left without a sound.
The baby in the swaddling clothes slept soundly, as if he had no connection to the world even if it collapsed.
Isabella closed her eyes in exhaustion, feeling wronged, and her eyes, still bitter, seemed to well up with tears again.
Memories from a year ago flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
On her eighteenth birthday, she and her fiancé James Brown had agreed to give their first time to each other.
Her half-sister Emily, however, had climbed into James's bed in her place after getting her drunk.
Meanwhile, in another dark room, she had been raped by a stranger.
Isabella had always thought the man who had been intimate with her all night was James. It wasn't until the next morning, when she woke up naked in her bed, alone in the room, that she realized something had happened.
She had no idea what had transpired, and she called James's name like a fool. Then, her stepmother Charlotte burst into the room, hugging her and crying loudly. "Isabella, my poor child, how could something like this happen? Auntie has already reported it to the police. The animal who raped you will not escape justice..."
With Charlotte's outburst, the story of her sleeping with the wrong person became widely known.
Her father David, without considering the truth, angrily slapped her...
A knock on the door brought Isabella back to reality from her memories.
She subconsciously thought it was still Andrew, so she got out of bed, opened the door in frustration, and growled, "What do you want now!"
"You're quite fiery!" Outside the door, Emily took off her black sunglasses, revealing an exquisitely made-up face, and she smiled brightly and confidently.
Last Chapters
#279 279-End
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#278 278
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#277 277
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#276 276
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#275 275
Last Updated: 3/4/2025#274 274
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#273 273
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#272 272
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#271 271
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#270 270
Last Updated: 1/7/2025
You Might Like 😍
Secrets of Us: A Forbidden Love Romance
He’s angry from the conversation last night. I can feel it, I can see it in his dark eyes. It’s only confirmed when he slams into me without preparing me.
I cry out and he soothes me with kisses on my neck and nibbles on my skin. Still he doesn’t slow down. He starts at a quick pace, at a strength that already has my legs trembling.
I grab onto his shoulders, cries leaving my lips every time he slams into me. It turn wet, not from the water, but from how much he makes my pussy happy.
Alina leaves everything she knows behind after she is in a terrible car accident that tears her family apart. A new home, a new school and a fractured relationship with her mother are only the beginning of the things this change will throw her way. Immediately she catches the attention of three men, and she can’t deny what she feels for them, too. Quickly, and much to her demise, she finds out that their lives are much more intertwined than she would have ever hoped for. She had hoped to discover herself in this new place, but everything only tears her apart. Who will she choose between Zaid, the bad boy, Aiden, her sweet jock, and Jake, and older man who can't seem to keep his hands off of her?
The Luna's Vampire Prince
His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body.
I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive.
When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events.
And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack?
Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village.
But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse.
My Dominant Boss
Mr Sutton and I have had nothing but a working relationship. He bosses me around, and I listen. But all of that is about to change. He needs a date for a family wedding and has chosen me as his target. I could and should have said no, but what else can I do when he threatens my job?
It is agreeing to that one favour that changed my entire life. We spent more time together outside of work, which changed our relationship. I see him in a different light, and he sees me in one.
I know it is wrong to get involved with my boss. I try to fight it but fail. It is only sex. What harm could it do? I couldn’t be more wrong because what starts as only sex changes direction in a way I could never imagine.
My boss isn’t only dominant at work but in all aspects of his life. I have heard about the Dom/subs relationship, but it isn’t something I ever thought much about. As things heat up between Mr Sutton and me, I am asked to become his submissive. How does one even become such a thing with no experience or desire to be one? It will be a challenge for him and me because I don’t do well at being told what to do outside of work.
I never expected the one thing I knew nothing about would be the same thing to open up an incredible brand-new world to me.
The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize
“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.
We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.
Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.
How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?
Forbidden Desires
I nodded once more and approached them. I started with Zion. He sprung up like a water fountain when I ran my hand over him. “Ohh!” I said to myself. I tried not to touch him directly as I lathered him up, but then he had to say, “Use your hands. It’s okay to touch me.” Well, I’m already in hell, so I might as well have some fun. Then, a sinister thought crossed my mind.
I began to stroke him. I heard him groan.
Sophie Deltoro was a shy, innocent, introverted teenager who thought she was invisible. She was living a safe, boring life with her three protective brothers. Then she gets kidnapped by the Mafia King of the Americas and his two sons. All three plan to share her, claim her, and dominate her.
She is swept up in their world of sin and violence, forced into a forbidden relationship, and sent to a school that encourages and applauds the sadistic sexual pleasures of her captors. No one can be trusted. The world Sophie thought she knew never existed. Will she willingly submit to her deepest fantasies, or will she let the darkness consume and bury her? Everyone around her has a secret and Sophie seems to be the center of them all. Too bad she is a Forbidden Desire.
A pack of their own
Fake Dating Alpha Hockey Captain
When you're being pestered by your ex to get back together, he shows up and tells your ex to fuck off.
Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.
Him (kisses you in front of everyone): A deal, Like this?
Up North
My hands move from his jaw to his hair, tagging at its ends. His hands travel down my body and pull the material from my shirt up my body, he places a wet kiss right beside my belly button. I tense as I let out a gasp. He makes his way up, showering my stomach with slow kisses, studying my body as he goes until the shirt is completely off and his mouth is on my neck.
Aelin has been mistreated by her pack for as long as she can remember, but as the threats of the Vampire Kingdom becomes more and more palpable, her pack has to call the Northerners to help them train and prepare for the Vampire Kingdom. What happens when the Northern Alpha takes a liking to Aelin?
Heartsong
I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous.
I looked to where my sister is sitting and her and the rest of her posse have jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are and they're glaring at my picture, if looks alone could set shit on fire.
I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start -- To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore.
This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face.
This book ”Heartsong” contains two books “Werewolf’s Heartsong” and “Witch’s Heartsong”
Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence
Strings of Fate
Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm.
I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species.
I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate.
Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.
“What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it.
“Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain.
MY Possessive Mafia Men
"I don't know how long it is going to take you to realize this, honey bunny but you are ours." His deep voice said, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes met mine.
"Your pussy is dripping for us, now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to have a taste, do you want my tongue gracing your little cunt?"
"Yes, d…daddy." I moaned.
Angelia Hartwell, a young and beautiful college girl, wanted to explore her life. She wanted to know how it feels to have a real orgasm, she wanted to know what it felt like to be a submissive. She wanted to experience sex in the best, dangerous and delicious ways.
In search of fulfilling her sexual fantasies, she found herself in one of the most exclusive dangerous BDSM clubs in the country. There, she catches the attention of three possessive Mafia men. They all three want her by all means.
She wanted one dominant but in-turn she got three possessive ones and one of them being her college professor.
Just one moment, just one dance, her life completely changed.