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Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 46 - Dirty Talk
ANSEL POV Ansel entered the manor and dropped his bags on the ground. “I know I say it all the time, but there is nothing like being in your own bed.” He peered around at the empty corridor. Where is everyone? As if on cue, the butler and Maggie appeared. They bowed. “Apologies for not greeting you at the door, sir,” the butler said. “We were making sure that your room was heated, and everything completed per your request when you return from travel. “Not a problem. Have the cooks gone to bed?” “Yes, but I can wake them.” “No. I’ll wait until morning. Honestly, I’m so exhausted that I would probably fall headfirst into my soup.” He looked past them and furrowed his brow. “Where is Karin? Did you not tell her I would arrive within the hour?” Maggie nodded. “Yes, but she’s pretty tired. She’s in bed.” Her voice was shaky, and Ansel tilted his head. “What’s going on? Is she unwell?” She sighed. “Lady Karin hasn’t come out
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 47 - New Doctor
KARIN POV One week later “And now we join Dan live at the town square.” “Thanks Kate. Here at the town square, the happy bustle of Blue Moon members is a stark contrast from what we’ve seen within the past few years. And why? Well, as one patron said, we can’t wait to vote. Yes, apparently voting fever has struck Blue Moon, and one person seems on everyone’s mind: The Second Prince, Sir Ansel. Many pack members eagerly reveal who they’re voting for. If these preliminary numbers have any sign of how the vote will turn out, then The Great Prince, Sir Edwin, may find himself in a bit of trouble. Back to you, Kate.” “Thanks Dan. Ross, it appears maybe you were right. This could be a landslide election.” I grin at the words of the news anchors on the television. Just like everyone thought, Ansel had the title of Alpha in the bag. His favor in Blue Moon extended throughout the land, all but making the election nothing but a formality. I eat a spoonful o
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 48 - Augument
ANSEL POV “So, how are things with Lady Karin?” Aron asked as he flicks a piece of lint from his jacket. “I know she must be happy that you’ve returned, though a little birdie told me that you haven’t asked her to the Blue Moon ball.” “You’ve been checking up on me?” “Absolutely. You two have more drama than a Telenovela.” He turned his face dramatically as if he was slapped. Holding his cheek, he rubbed it. “Que?!” he said with a gasp. Ansel shook his head. “You’re such an odd duck.” “Perhaps, but I happily quack amongst those who understand and adore me.” He adjusted himself in his seat. “Seriously, you need to ask her.” “Why? She already knows she will accompany me.” “How?” Ansel scrunched his face. “What do you mean, how? She’s my mate. We’re together. Why wouldn’t she know that?” “Oh, sweet mother goose,” Aron said, rubbing his forehead. “I’m going to change the topic because I can’t deal with this on a Friday. Overal
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 49 - Kiss
Arriving back at the manor, Ansel immediately felt the chill in the air. He took off his coat and handed it to the butler. “What’s going on around here?” he asked. “As of late, there always seems to be issues here.”“Everything is fine, sir,” Charles replied, hanging up the coat. “Is there anything else you need?”Ansel raised his eyebrow. “No, not right now. Are you alright—”“Charles,” Charles said, curtly. “My name is Charles, Sir Ansel.”“I know your name.”“Well, Sir, why is it you never call me it? You address everyone else by name except me. I wish not to be offensive, but it would mean a lot to me if you did.”“Goddammit,” Ansel muttered under his breath. “This has Karin written all over it. Fine. I will address you by your name from now on.”“Thank you, sir,” Charles said, beaming. “Will you be eating your lunch in the den?”“No, I think I’ll have something quick in the kitchen. I have a few meetings to attend, and I’m in a bit of a rush.”“Very well, sir.” Entering th
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 50 - Take over
KARIN POV “It was the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” Maggie says, chuckling. She leaned against my bedpost. “Sir Ansel grumbled from here to his next meeting of mutiny in his own home. And I do not know why he was so upset with Henry, but as soon as he saw him, it seemed to set his anger ablaze again.” I giggled. “Because Ansel cannot fathom someone outdoing him in something. Finding out Henry’s natural inclination is to be romantic was probably too much for him to bear. It reminds me of how competitive he was at the sanitorium. It didn’t matter what it was, he had to be the best at it. By the way, thank you for staging a mutiny for me even at the risk of your heads.” Joy tugged at the yellow tulle dress that hung in my closet. “Well, I, for one, am just glad that he asked you so you can stop pouting. It was starting to be very gloomy in the manor because of the dark cloud surrounding you.” “Oh hush it,” I say, chiding her. “I was not that bad.”
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 51 - Go Overboard
ANSEL POV Ansel tilted his head and waited patiently for whatever excuse Karin would give him. “I-I—” “You…” “I figured you were busy.” “I’m always busy.” “Yes, but you looked extremely busy. I didn’t want to be a distraction to you.” “Well, it’s a little hard for you not to be a distraction when your pheromones are floating through my nose during training.” He moved a piece of hair from her face. “You’re always welcomed into my space. It may be bloody and gory, but you’re still always welcomed.” She gave him a smile that left him fighting the urge to carry her off to bed. “I’ll let you get back to it. I’ll be inside if you need me.” “Actually,” he said, grabbing her hand. “This is perfect.” “What do you mean?” Not replying, Ansel led her back to the training grounds. He motioned for his men to join them. “You can all shift back. You’re on break.” The gammas cheered as they shifted. Ansel waved them off. “
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 52 - Aggression
KARIN POV “It was awful, Mags,” I say, hardly able to keep calm. “I’ve had no one be afraid of me before. I don’t remember everything that happened, but I know by the look on their faces and the blood in my mouth that it wasn’t good.” “Calm down, Lady Karin,” she says as she rubs my back. “I’m sure things will work out for the best. Sir Ansel will take care of things, but beyond that, I know you’ll figure out what’s going on with you.” The smell of gin and cedar enters my nose, and I instinctively look up. Ansel stood in the doorway with his arms folded over his broad chest. Though his training was over, he remained shirtless with light jogger pants on. “Maggie, I need to speak with Karin alone,” he said firmly. “Yes, sir,” Maggie replied and leaves the room. Ansel shut the door behind her. “Well, it has been an eventful day, to say the least,” he said. “I don’t know what to say,” I whispered. “I don’t know why Ada took control that way, kno
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 53- The Truth About Jemma
ANSEL POVThe Next Day: NighttimeAnsel dragged his feet against the long, regal carpet of the manor’s halls. It was almost midnight, and after training and all-day meetings. He was beyond ready for bed. Standing outside his bedroom door, he exhaled. I hope she slept in my room.He thought to himself. He’d grown accustomed to having Karin next to him in bed, especially after a long day. The few times she slept in her own room, by morning she was burrowed under him. Opening the door, through the dark and silence of the room, he could hear light snoring.She’s already sleeping.He couldn’t blame her. From what he’d been told by Charles and Doc, she was working hard on the training grounds with Maggie. Being pushed to her limits seemed to suit her well, and Maggie reported she was thriving, and through Jeff he could sense that her and Ada’s bond was slowly being repaired as well.Not wanting to wake her, he forgoed the lights and stumbled around in the darkness.Okay, there is stool ri
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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
