All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LIZZIE'S POV I was restless and walked to my room, thinking about Catherine's deception all the while. I had come to a firm conclusion in my mind—I could stand the stillness no more. It was now too late to wait, and I had decided to tell Philip about Catherine's scheme.Every faint noise, every squeak of the floors, increased my frustration as the minutes passed. The impulse to release myself from the information that had grown to be a burdensome weight persisted in me.As I watched for Philip, my bedroom felt like a jail with walls closing in around me. The minutes seemed to go on forever, and I was torn between uncertainty and resolve. Would Philip accept my story? What would be his response if Catherine's scheme came to light?Even though I was struggling within, I was unable to go back from the course I had taken. This sacrifice was necessary for our family's protection and our pack's cohesion. The seriousness of my choice hit home as I looked out the window at the sky growing da

PHILIP'S POV With Lizzie's admission igniting a tempest of volatile emotions within me, I rushed outside of the room, her words echoing in my thoughts. I moved on because I was driven by anger, abandonment, and a pressing desire for closure. I had to act; I was unable to cover to wait around for the Alpha in me to request it.I could hear my footsteps echoing down the hallway on my way to Catherine's room. Tension crackled in the air, and I could feel its weight hanging over me. Rain pelted the windows, a chaotic rhythm to my deliberate steps, the thunderstorm outside reflecting the maelstrom inside.I arrived at Catherine's door without bothering to knock as is customary. I was burning with the Alpha's rage, and I swung the door open. It opened, revealing a scene that was as vivid as a tableau of disharmony.Catherine was sitting on the bed with a vulnerable air around her. Her eyes, which were normally consoling, suddenly held a mixture of fear and sadness. Rose appeared in front o

Philip's POV The weight of treachery permeated the entire room. My thoughts were haunted by Catherine's behaviors; they were a jarring tune that broke the harmony I believed we were creating. How might she slip so easily under the guise of Sarah, my sister's surrogate, and weave an internet of falsehoods into my life? Now, the comforts that had begun to blossom between us felt like an unkind delusion, broken into a million cold fragments.I could still feel the resonances of Catherine's deceit deep within my being. It was a deep-cut betrayal, a complex ballet of falsehoods that made me doubt the sincerity of every hour we spent together. Once a haven, the space felt oppressive today, the air heavy with the bitter taste of dishonesty.I could not get the eerie tune of what she did out of my head; every note was a reminder of the faith I had put in her. How frequently had I entrusted in her, thinking her answers were genuine, only to find out later that they were masterfully staged act

PHILIP'S POV As I left my house and the small comforts of the family behind, I was met by lengthy shadows from the rising light and relentless trials ahead. Dissatisfaction echoed like spirits in the air, and the familiar smells of the complex told narratives of a pack in disorder.I couldn't stop thinking about Catherine's captivity in our house; the conflict between my responsibilities as an Alpha and a parent kept me restless all the time. I was having trouble sifting through the complicated web that had been created by the pack's requirements, Stanley's lurking danger, and Catherine's deceit.I could hear the pack members' disgruntled whispers as I strolled around the complex. With each second of hesitation that went by, the once-unwavering loyalty that held us together appeared to wane. As the second mate to Philip, I found myself in a difficult position where my loyalty was needed to balance the pack's expectations with Philip's unclear objectives.Beneath my skin was a seethin

LIZZIE'S POV I jumped through the table, my chest still thumping from the rage, and the opulence of the mansion's dining room vanished behind me. I was drawn outside by the scent of the neighboring garden in the evening air. To process the storm of feelings Philip's plea had unleashed inside of me, I wanted the comfort of wide-open spaces.Stepping out of the warm shelter of the evening, I was met by the expansive estate stretching before me. The sky was tinted pink as well as orange as the sun sank low in the horizon, creating a pleasant glow. I took cover from the deluge of contradictory ideas on a seat tucked away in the garden, the calming sounds of the natural world providing a moment's reprieve.My thoughts raced with questions as I sat down on the bench. What made Philip decide to stage his death t