All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I keep running through the woods; my lungs are burning, every muscle aches, and I keep dragging myself; they can't find me, I refuse to go back, and I cannot help the smile on my face, leaving hell after years in it feels good.* Two weeks ago. Smack. Kick, Kick. I fall to the ground, and blood splatters from my mouth. Marion is pacing back and forth, his chest heaving. He takes off his jacket before crouching down to hold my neck. "What did I say about talking to my partners?" he whispers, tightening his grip. I try to fight him, but I'm no match for his strength. He harshly let me go, and I hit my head against the wall, making my vision blur. After composing myself, I stand up, trying to fix my wrinkled dress. I don't want to cry; I won't cry, at least not in front of his men. The monster leaves the room and shuts the door behind him, making me jump. One of Marion's men, Troy, guides me to my suite. The suite is spacious with a big king-size bed, an oversized walk-in closet sin

Bang Bang Bang. I woke up to those sounds as I've done the past few years. My eyes flutter open, but I close them again as the sunlight is blinding. "Good morning, Miss Ava," My maid, Cecelia, greets me with a smile. "Morning," I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. Going to the bathroom, I wash my hair thoroughly and wash my body with oils. My skin should be perfect and radiant because Mario likes it that way. The maid comes in with a small frown on her face and gets on one knee, helping me as always. Finishing, we go to the closet, where I pick out a two-piece floral dress, but Cecilia protests, bringing out a short turtleneck dress. "This one will look nice on you and cover the bruises on my shoulder," I nod. I put on the dress, did my makeup, and wore my heels, allowing the maid to guide me downstairs. "Where to?" I ask. "Breakfast, and then you are going to the doctor's," stop in my tracks, my heart pounding against my chest. Mario has been w

It had been two weeks later, after the branding, but I was still in pain from the wound. A nurse cleaned it once a day, and it hurt like hell. I cried so much. Mario seldom showed his face to me. When he did, he would bring me jewelry or flowers, but I threw them away. The last he came, he scratched it in a fury and pushed me against the floor. The nurse had just left after cleaning my wound. I was lying on the bed, my upper torso bare. There is a soft knock on the door, but I don't bother to answer it. The door opens, and Troy walks in. " Ava, how do you feel?" he asks, but a tear rolls down my face, and he wipes it away from his thumb. He sits on the edge of the bed, and a smile appears on his lips. " Ava, you are getting out this Friday,' Troy says, and I raise my eyes to meet his. " W- what?" he nods bravely and explains the plan to me, but I don't listen. I can't believe I'm getting out. " I'll be seeing Mama," I whisper happily. However, Troy frowns and shakes his h

Soon, we reach the tarmac, and Mikael stops a container truck. After a few minutes of discussing it with the driver, he returns. "Go to the embassy," he tells the girls as we help them in the truck and close the container once they are all in, but leaves space enough for air. Mikael grabs my arm and takes me to the passenger seat. "Get in, but don't go with them," he says; I glance at him stupefied. I still needed to make sure the girls were all safe before I could leave. " If you are spotted, they will take you back to Mario. Have you forgotten he's a politician now?" he reminds me, and I nod. He's right; if I reach the government, he will know about it. "But how about the girls?" I ask, concerned. "They will take them back to their countries. Mario won't get involved in this; he wants to be governor so badly," he tells me, opening the door. "And one thing, keep the bracelet safe for me. It's imperative to my Clan," he whispers. Clan, what was that? "Then why did you take i

I had a good night's sleep in a long time. I woke up the following day ready to be productive. But first, I needed to familiarise myself with the new city. The motel I'm staying in is just in the center so that I can explore a little today. I already have a plan set for me. I will look for an apartment to rent with my money and then look for a job. I haven't worked a day, so I won't be picky about it. I'm getting ready for the day. I'm wearing the sundress I packed and the shoes I wore yesterday, as I didn't pack anything extra. I brush my hair, get a small purse, and leave the room. I grab a map from the reception and start to walk. I am still determining where to go. I have been walking for some time, looking at shops, restaurants, and streets. The city is beautiful, and the people seem nice, too. Arriving at the closest mall to me, I enter store after store to find clothing. I pick a few goods and essentials I need, like toiletries. While at the mall, I grab some lunch that I