All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Philip's POVAfter I came back from the office, I decided to dine with Catherine. I noticed she had been avoiding me lately, so I decided to spend a little time with her by eating close to her. Eating next to Catherine was like fighting on a battlefield. I noticed she never welcomed my presence which I sensed was because of the past we had together. She felt uncomfortable having me next to her and she did everything possible to make me notice that. conversations were not interesting due to the cold response I got from her. While we were still eating though she was almost done with her meal before we heard Ana's cry. So as soon as I was about to tell them about what I had heard she stood up immediately and headed to the room. Rose stood up immediately and followed her leaving me alone on the big dining table. As continued eating my food with a feeling that Catherine had gone to take of the crying child. A few moments after Catherine left I lost my appetite so I decided to go upstairs

Lizzie's POV I became increasingly uncomfortable with Catherine's presence as time went on. My last encounter with her was the only nightmare I had any time I closed my eyes. I couldn't help but feel as though Catherine was the reason why our family was under assault. I had first welcomed her into our house because Ana was Philip's kid and we both had parental responsibilities for her. My early kindness, nevertheless, had given way to a never-ending remorse.Although I was aware of Catherine's status as Ana's mother, there was obviously no more to it than that. It was the covert ways that she had influenced each aspect of our life. She served as a continual reminder of their past, and I understood I would never replace the bond she shared with Philip.Even though Ana played a huge role in our life, my affection for Philip and readiness to be Philip's supporter had been my original inspirations. Because of Ana, I had come to terms with the fact that Catherine was always going to be a

Catherine's POV One afternoon, I was quietly looking over some packed paperwork in my bedroom when I heard a gentle knock at the door. I dropped the documents I was examining out of surprise and yelled, "Yes? Come in."One of the servants, Kent, pushed the door open and walked in with a kind grin. "Please forgive me for interfering with it," she responded with respect, "well, Alpha Philip had arranged a family meeting in the house and he said you should be there."As I heard what the servant said I had a wave of curiosity and discomfort. Family gathering? Given the recent tension in our home and the rarity of the event, I was forced to consider if Philip planned to address and tackle the problem we were currently facing, that he made a huge decision to assemble the family, and I realized it.I answered, "Thank you, Keith. I'll be down there soon."As he exited the room, he shut the door behind him as she nodded. I paused to gather my thoughts and consider what this encounter would e

Lizzie's POV I was feeling the heavy weight of my anxiety with Catherine's presence in my life and it grew deeper as each day progressed toward the yearly pack reunion. It appeared to be a storm I needed to get ready for. My worry was increasing, like a flood that was constantly rising and threatening to engulf me in uncertainty and misery. This feeling was something I had avoided my whole life, but at this point, I don't think I can avoid it anymore.The very first comfort Catherine had provided when she initially joined the family had gradually given way to a chilly frost that had crept into our house's crevices. I was still plagued by the recollection of our last altercation, which hung across my thoughts and actions for a very long time. It was an absolute nightmare that kept repeating, getting scarier and more realistic each time. It was embarrassing and I couldn't stop remembering every moment of it.I could still remember her arrogant voice and eyes as she warned me not to eve

Catherine's POV The evening was filled with joyful voices from our pack, tunes, and an explosion of laughing and jubilation. The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meats and substantial stews, and bonfires threw warm, flashing rays on the faces of those gathering. An occasion to commemorate our togetherness and pay tribute to the past, it was an annual meeting steeped in tradition. But despite the boisterous celebrations, I was feeling a range of feelings in my heart. We silently moved to a more private section of the gathering while Rose carried Ana in her arms. The bonfires shed a radiance on our pack members' faces, and the night was really lively. We arrived at a more tranquil area, and I exhaled with relief. The far-off background was provided by the drums' steady beat and the pack members' exuberant laughing. Rose brought a little cradle that she used to gently lower Ana into. Smiling at the small piece of joy, I replied, "I'm grateful for accompanying me here, Rose. I