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Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 2 - Meet
Boom! Boom! Boom!The sound of a heavy battering ram erupts from the other side of the door.Boom! Boom!“Police! We’re coming in!” the shout from the outside.Gamma fighters enter the building with their masks shielding their faces, while some block the exit to keep the traffickers in. Dressed in thick camo print with black vest containing Blue Moon crest embroidered on them, they take their stance and join the other police in the fight.The traffickers don’t back down; instead, the present of the gammas seems to ignite their blood lust more. They flock in droves, and some are struck down before they can attack. Others have their arms jerked behind their backs as cuffs are snapped around their wrists.Members of the bidding circle race around the room to avoid capture or death as bullets fly from both sides. Chairs lay haphazardly on the ground with abandoned tux jackets sprawled over them. Ladies pearl beads detach themselves from their strings and threaten to trip those fleeing. Ca
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 3 - Be saved
My captures slam the doors to the boot of the truck and briskly make their way to the front. Climbing in, they speed off, and I struggle to stay awake. I can hear snippets of their conversation.“Did you see that?! He almost shot my ass off!”“You?! My head was almost left in the street with a bullet lodged in it!”They’re panicked, and it makes their driving erratic. My cage shakes back and forth, hitting the walls of the truck, making me dizzier than the drugs. They laugh, almost giddy at the prospect of getting away until the truck jerks forward.“What the hell is that?!” one shouts.The windows of the truck are painted with chipping paint, but I can make out several black cars speeding through the dim streetlights.Gammas Modified black Bentleys are their signature. They are sturdy, and almost impenetrable, with bulletproof glass and a coat as sleek as black licorice. They surround the truck and bullets soar through the air from all around us. My captors roll down the windows and
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 4 - Question
Ansel addresses his men again. “You all may go. ” There is a slight pause as none of them head towards the door.“Why do you need he—” Ansel peers over his shoulder, and the man immediately silences. Contagious fear bounces from man to man at the sharp look that Ansel gives them. They avert their eyes to the ground, and I can sense their fear mix with my own. “Understood. My apologies, sir,” the man says after a little while. They hastily exit, and lock the door, leaving me behind to face Ansel again. I don’t want to look at him. If he can make men twice my size that afraid, there is no telling what will become of me.His eyes shift in color to an amber that resembles the crackling fire still going in the fireplace. He looks almost feral, like someone working overtime to contain a monster that threatens to escape. My eyes widen. The golden wolf from before…could that have been him? I’d never seen him in wolf form before, but if it was, then the terror I witnessed on the gamma’s faces
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 5 - A lie
I wait for the pain to come from the sting of his hand across my face, but it doesn’t. “Please,” Ansel says above me. Hesitantly, I peek at him, and he lets out a scoff. “I’m not that much of a brute,” he says, rolling his eyes.“I-I don’t understand.” The cage vibrates. I’m not imagining it; he’s broken it with little force. Rods fall one by one from around me, making an enormous bang when they hit the floor. Ansel grabs one, stopping it just in time from colliding with my head. I can hear my heartbeat as I stare wildly at the metal pole in his hand.He extends it to me, and the ice of his eyes brews a storm in them again. “That cage was a bit of a buffer. Now we can actually have some fun.” My face pales at his words and his face breaks into a devilish grin. He chuckles. “I’ve told you already, I’m not a brute…well not THAT much of one, but that doesn’t mean I can have you continue to lie to me. Are you finally ready to admit that I’m right about who you are, or am I going to have t
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 6 - Tell me
Ansel laid on top of me with his jaw clenched, diminishing any amount of bravery I once had. I find myself petrified. He may have said that he wasn’t a brute, but the sharp look that he gives me makes me feel different. I could feel his hardened manhood still pressed against me.“I could smell you on the stage,” he says through clench teeth. “I’d know your scent anywhere. Suzuran. Lily of the Valley. How fitting that they lied about your name using Lily in particular?” He tightened his grip around my wrists, and I fight the urge to cry out. “I loathe liars, particularly the ones who have the boldness to lie to me right in my face. I take it very personal when people don’t have the conviction to speak the truth or do right by others, especially those who have never harmed them.”I know the words hold a double meaning. This is revenge. His hatred for me and my rejection is clear. I don’t want to speak, but I gather my bearings. Maybe I could use his current state to my advantage. I swal
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 7 - Enjoy the food
I quickly lower my head and avert my eyes.Nice going Karin.I scold myself. It had taken me less than five minutes to destroy the only positive interaction we’d had since reconnecting.You have to st—oh…I purse my lips, noticing the growing bulge protruding through the towel. I look up at Ansel, and his eyebrows are knitted into a deep line. He looks like he wants to say something, but when he parts his lips, the growl of my stomach beats him to the punch.My cheeks redden and I cover my stomach out of embarrassment. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little hungry,” I say with a chuckle. He doesn’t laugh, and I rub my hand up and down my arm. “Can I have something to eat? Maybe salmon…and I don’t know…a strawberry milkshake?” The thought of a delicious meal makes me lick my lips. Ansel’s eyes darken slightly, and the redness of my cheeks increase.“Let me get dressed,” he says and retreats to the bathroom. After a bit of commotion, he reappears in a relaxed silk robe set. Parts of his brawny
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 8 - Signed
Ansel’s eyes darkened to the blue of murky waters. I took a step back from the desk and watched his face contort into a snarl. “Of course. Do not be fooled by this arrangement. This is not personal, only business. I need an heir, and your surrogacy will provide me with one. What you do after the baby’s arrival is none of my concern.”The words stung worse than any amount of abuse I’d endured from the traffickers prior. Ada whimpered inside of me, and I sighed.“Now do you believe me?” I say to her, but she only whimpers again.I place the contract on the desk and pick up his pen. “Alright then, I accept,” I say as I sign. The pen is still warm to the touch, causing the corners of my mouth to turn up into a small smile. Years ago, Ansel’s illness left his fingers deathly cold, and I was always afraid that I would soon receive news of his passing. Waking up and rushing to make sure that he was alive had become as much of a routine for me as brushing my teeth.I remember wanting nothing
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 9 - Change
ANSEL POV“Well, go on, don’t keep me in suspense,” Aron coaxed on the edge of his seat.Ansel grumbled, “Two hard-ons aren’t really that big of a deal…”Aron's eyes almost popped from his head. “Two?! You’ve gone from months of nothing to now having two erections with the same woman at the source?!” He smirked. “Who is it, Ansel?”“Karin. She was the one I rescued from the dealers that night.”“K-Karin…as in your mate that—”“Rejected me,” Ansel finished for him, his jaw tightening. “That is correct, so again, don’t overthink it.”“I’m not. I’m just a little surprised. How does it feel having her back in your life?”“I feel no way about it.”“The whitening of your knuckles and snarl on your face says otherwise.” Ansel relaxed his hands and exhaled sharply. “I feel no way about it,” he repeated. “I do plan to use this for my benefit, however.”“How so?”“A surrogacy contract. She’s going to provide me an heir.”“Tread lightly,” Aron said, shaking his head. “Lust is an emotion that ha
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Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Ansel’s Epilogue&Karin’s Epilogue
#Ansel’s Epilogue: A New Tomorrow Ansel and Karin waited together on the wings of the stage, listening to the cheers and booming voice over the microphone. Edwin had been removed from the election ballot. The next in-line for the throne, a cousin, replaced him. Ansel won in a landslide. Ansel looked at Karin. She was leaning against her crutches. Her raven hair fell down over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were warm and flecked with gold. “Did I ever tell you,” he said, “How proud I am of you?” A blush came over her cheeks. She raised her eyebrow. “What for?” “You llean into your confidence more and more everyday,” he said. “I always knew you were feisty as shit, but until the day of the attack, when I really saw you in action, I didn’t fully recognize just how courageous and strong you are.” Karin looked down at her feet, hiding a smile. “I was always scared of Ada’s power,” she said. She looked back up at Ansel. “I held her back constantly, but I think I’ve finally learned to
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 99 - The Battle: Karin
“Do not leave,” Ansel whispers. “Got it?” His voice is a command. I shake my head. Ansel opens his mouth to argue when we hear a cry. The hair stands up on the back of my neck and my stomach lurches. It’s Charles. Without another second, he is out of the room. Ada’s pacing, urging me to go. She pushes against me with such a force, I can’t ignore it. Quietly as I can, I slip out the door and begin to slink down the stairs. As I do, I pick up on the scents of multiple Weres. The alarm bells are ringing, but Ada keeps edging me closer. I hear Ansel’s voice as I continue creeping down the stairway. “Go on,” he shouts. “Give me the ‘bad guy’ exposition, Edwin.” As I tiptoe around the corner, I see Charles, lying still on the ground. Where I would have panicked, Ada is an intense calm. Ansel’s eyes dart over, likely picking up my scent. We make eye contact before he whips his eyes back, so as not to give me away. Then, he mindlinks with me. “Go upstairs.” I don’t argue back. Ho
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 98: The One You Feed
Ansel Ansel’s eyes flew open and chaos ensued. Filled with adrenaline, he sprang up in the bed, grabbing a masked stranger by the neck. “Lorazepam!” Ansel could not place where he was or what was happening. The lights were blinding and painful. Blue gloves, blue masks, and eyes of strangers encroached him, swirled over him and around him. He felt overwhelmed and attacked. Hands pried Ansel’s hand from the neck. A dozen arms held Ansel back from flinging himself off the bed or doing further damage. Ansel felt something cold in his arm and it spread through his body. A voice chuckled. “I think the atro-corticoid worked a little too well.” Ansel’s fight instinct abated. His body relaxed. The glaring light dissipated and his eyes adjusted. He registered for the first time where he was. A hospital room, with whirs and beeps, white tile floor, the sound of footsteps outside in the hall, and the smell of sickness, chemical cleaners, and grief in the air. Ansel was surrounded by a conce
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 97: Karin’s Story
KarinThe dream flickers away, like a candle blown out. For a moment, I’m filled with terror, afraid that I’ve lost Ansel, but I feel his presence even if I can’t see or hear him. Still, the control and the energy I’m trying to hold on to is quickly fading. It’s twilight. I’m standing outside the sanitorium. I fight it, but I feel myself slipping into a nightmare redux.“My son tells me good things about you.” Sir David looks nothing like Ansel. His hair is gray, his body is imposingly muscular, and his face is weathered and scarred from fights, but it’s the menacing look in his eyes and the hardened expression on his face that’s the real difference.For once, Ada and are in complete agreement on something - we don’t like him. Sir David’s eyeing me. I pull my hair around, making sure to hide Ansel’s bite mark on my neck. I nod my head. “He’s very serious about you,” he says. “Did you know?”I hesitate. A swallow chirps nearby. There’s no one in sight and he scares me. Ada jumps i
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 96: Brutus
Karin“Tick tick tick…” The jet of a sprinkler shoots water across the green lawn, painting a rainbow in the shimmer of water droplets against the morning sun. Henry wakes up to the sound of his wife crying against the closed bathroom door. “Mags?” Silence. Apathy. Untouched plates of food.Henry sits on the porch, wearing a faded Hawaiian shirt with a surfboard print. Maggie’s in a chair across from him, almost unrecognizable with greasy, unwashed hair and wrinkled clothes. He’s made her iced tea. “With a dash of mint,” he says, his tone gentle. Maggie stares ahead. There’s a dead look to her eyes.Leaves crunching. Greased palm. Black car. Maggie’s hollow eyes torment him. He misses when her eyes were alive, when they sparkled with joy, and even when they sizzled in anger at whatever dumb things he did. It’s her eyes that flicker in his mind when he’s approached. ‘I can be a rat,’ he thinks. He says “yes,” without asking the obvious: “Why me?” Later, he will ask himself
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 95: The Lovers
The sea is outside. We’re in the bedroom of a small cottage. The door’s open and I can see his mom’s old piano is tucked into the corner of the living room. My ballet shoes sit near the bench.He looks beautiful in the dim light.Everything about Ansel is strong - from the tenor of his voice, his height and broad shoulders, to the muscular lines of his body and the chiseled features of his face.It’s all there - the power of him, the hard lines I resented because he had changed, but his defenses are stripped away, revealing the totality of him and the gentle warmth inside.We’re shoulder-to-shoulder. He tilts his head over to me and smiles, and I like the way his eyes crinkle when he does. I let my head fall against his shoulder. He hums in my ear and loops his index finger around mine.“Is that a new song?”“Just a bit of a melody that popped in,” he says, shr
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 94: The Prince and the Pauper
I stay frozen in my spot. The dream version of Ansel sweeps back a flyaway strand of hair from Zara’s face. My stomach knots itself into a pretzel when she leans in to kiss him. His arms are around her. Her hand is in his hair.My Ansel is as awkward as I’ve ever seen him. He’s looking down, and seems to be holding his breath.Dream Ansel puts on the brakes, pulling back.“What’s wrong,” Zara asks. “Did I… do something?”“No.” He looks frustrated and runs his hands through his hair. “Not at all.” He clears his throat. “I think we need to stay focused,” he says, standing, “On the task at hand.”“That was the extent of it, mostly,” Ansel says next to me, wearing a guilty expression. “This was as close as it got to a rebound.”“I don’t have room to talk,” I say, thinking ashamedly about kissing Ethan. “And, we were broken up.”I blush. “We are broken
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 93: Karin
“Really?” My heart kicks up a notch. “Why… Why do you want to take me on a date?”“Because you wanted me to,” he says. “Remember?”There’s a lump in my throat as we walk down the sidewalk together.We stop at a cafe. He holds the door for me. I pause just inside, marveling, wide-eyed at the very 1970’s Americana-style diner.I’m in a fringed, suede miniskirt and blouse. Ansel seems to appreciate the skirt. He raises his eyebrows and smiles.He’s wearing an orange, short-sleeve shirt and mustard-colored pants with flared legs.“Think I can pull this off?” He looks down at his clothes.I think he could pull off a flour-sack, but I’m not going to tell him that.We sit down at a table. The booth is vinyl green and the table is
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 92: Karin
“Final boarding call for Pioneer-Blue, flight 105.”Shit.The gate check-in counter is in sight. I dash to it like I’m in an Olympic relay, ticket in hand. With the other hand, I clutch the duffel bag slung over my shoulder to keep it from clobbering me as I run.I weave my way around other passengers, milling about during their layovers or filing to their own gates, and I race past emergency workers trying to revive Ethan. He’s lying on the floor of the airport, muddied and limp.Ahead, and just to my left, a little boy is watching. He looks small and scared. There are grass stains on his jeans. A bike is laying on the ground next to him.“Last call for flight 105.”“I’m here,” I say, shoving the ticket in front of the worker.She radios to the flight crew and sends me down the jetway
