All Chapters of The Lycan's Surrogate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The sun sparkled through the trees like diamonds as Mom’s voice filled the car, barely on key. She was singing along with the radio, one of my favorite songs. While my mother was beautiful and spoke eloquently, she had a terrible singing voice, though she never let that stop her. Dad looked over at her, his fingers lacing with hers and a smile on his face. Even at eight years old, I could see the enormous amount of love he felt for her. Of course, they were mates and that’s what it meant to be a mate. Even at eight, I dreamed of having that one day. However, that changed in a flash. My father suddenly let go of my mother, alarm now filling his expression as he struggled with the car. Mom and dad began yelling and shouting. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I heard Dad say, “the brakes aren’t working.” Mom looked back at me. “Sheila, honey, put -” Suddenly, the car jerked to the side and the car fell off the small cliff to my left. The world became a kaleidoscope of colo

The next two months were some of the worst in my life. Even after she was gone, people, especially Fiona, laughed at Nancy and called her weak and pathetic. Kevin, the one responsible for her pain, became a recluse and never left the house. He wasn’t even here for Fiona’s eighteenth birthday party.My uncle had invited all our pack's upper hierarchy, but also several other pack leaders hoping that Fiona would find her mate in another alpha. If the rumors are true, Uncle Aaron even invited this legendary Lycan I’ve heard some whisper about. He was supposed to be incredibly rich, stern, decisive, and ruthless when the time called for it. I didn’t really care who he invited or what happened. Nothing mattered anymore. No one would care about an omega being gone, except me. They may even laugh at her weakness, but she meant the light for my life, now, I could only see the dark side. Dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and pants as all the other slaves, I stood along the west wall with

***trigger warning sexual assault*** I tried to fight against Craig, hitting him with my fists as I shouted at him to stop. My body burned, and all my garbled thoughts were like shards of glass inside my brain. Nothing I said or did seemed to matter to Craig as he pulled at my clothing. The look in his eyes was hungry and mean as he insisted once more I “Stop fighting me and pretending like you don’t like this. I know you want it!” “No,” I insisted, but his mouth fell again on mine in a bruising crash that filled my mouth with the metallic tang of blood. Just as Craig struggled to undo my pants, there was a loud crash and suddenly Craig was gone. Knowing I couldn’t be that lucky, I scrambled back to a half sitting position. My eyes widened in a gasp. The lycan held Craig against the wall by his neck. He growled something at Craig, but it was too quiet for me to hear. Nor did I hear Craig’s response, but the Lycan pulled back his fist and punched him in the stomach then in the fac

Everyone’s eyes were on me, and I hugged myself under the immense weight of it. “Why would the Lycan invite you to lunch,” Fiona demanded, her eyes blazing. The word ‘you’ dripped with disdain. “I…” I started. I glanced over at Fiona. She was beyond furious. I didn’t want to upset her even more than she already was. And the lycan? Did he want everyone to know what happened? If I said too much it might make him angry at me too. He seemed as capable, if not more, of violence and pain as Fiona. “I…” I started again, but still had no idea what to say.The Lycan’s man cleared his throat. “Why the lycan wants to see someone is none of your concern,” he told Fiona then turned his attention to my uncle. “After meeting Miss Shelia last night, he’s become interested in her.” Now he moved his eyes to Fiona then back to my uncle. “Is that a problem for you? Should I tell him you are refusing to allow Miss Sheila to join him?”My uncle paled and his eyes widened. “No. No, of course not. If the l

There was no one around when I got home and I couldn't be more grateful. The reactions of my aunt and uncle worried me, but it was Fiona's that had me terrified. She was going to be beyond pissed. Remembering the auction, I hurried to finish my chores so I could pick something to wear. It took me only an hour to clean up everything and as soon as I finished I went to my room. I looked through the folded stacks of my clothing. There had to be something at least passible for tonight. My stomach sank as I searched. All my clothes were old and tattered. A lot of them had small holes in places. I could not wear this to the auction tonight. I knew who would have something to wear. Fiona. She would never loan me anything to wear, not in a million years. Yet I needed something to wear. Perhaps if I asked Aunt Mia she would grab something of Fiona's for me. I could argue that if I went so poorly dressed it would make my uncle look bad. I had to wait a few more hours before my aunt came hom