All Chapters of Surrogate For Alpha Zane: I Am His Rejected Luna : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Jaselyn's POV “It's Larose.” Larose muttered.“That's a beautiful name, you're just as pretty as a rose. I understand that Rion becoming a part of your family is just as strange to you as it is to him. But I promise it's a lucky thing because Rion is the sweetest and most caring person you'll ever meet. He's reliable and he goes all out for the people he cares about. He'll be a wonderful brother to you just like he was to my daughter, Melan when she was still alive.” Mrs Windsommer entreated and Larose stood up instantly.“Excuse me but I have to leave right now, I'm sorry.” She said hurriedly.“So soon? The refreshments aren't even here yet.” “It's fine, I'll pass. Thank you for the courtesy, but I must go.” She said offishly and marched to the door.As soon as she grabbed the door handle, thunder rumbled and lightning struck, startling all of

Rion's POV With Jas disappearing into the kitchen with mum, I couldn't help but feel just a little bored.Nothing interesting was showing on the TV so Lian just opted to watch the news update. Which you can already guess is as mundane as it gets.The fact that the weather forecast revealed that we'd be stuck here for another two hours thanks to this sneaky storm didn't help matters.It's not that I'm in any hurry to part with mum, it's just that staying that long forces me to stew over things I've been putting off for a while.I had expected wide eyed shock, even from reluctance or resistance from mum when she found out that Jaselyn was my new mate due to how much she loved Ziarre.Mum absolutely adored Ziarre and treated her like a daughter. There were times when I used to joke that mum loved Ziarre more than me. I know that mum was also deeply affected by Ziarre's death.So it's more than a little shocking how easily she accepted Jaselyn as my mate and I know it's not just for my s

Jaselyn's POV The kitchen despite its size was warm and inviting, filled with the comforting aroma of spices and freshly baked bread. Mrs. Windsommer hummed a cheerful tune as she moved around, gathering ingredients for our impromptu meal. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace being here with her, away from the tension and complications of my relationship with Rion.“Jaselyn dear, could you please chop these vegetables?” Mrs. Windsommer asked, handing me a basket filled with colorful produce.“Of course, mum,” I replied promptly, taking the basket and moving to the sink.As I washed the vegetables, she spoke.“You know, I'm really glad that Rion found you. I won't lie, I loved Ziarre dearly. She was more of a daughter to me than a daughter in-law.Her death was a blow to my mate and I but it broke Rion to pieces.Do you know what he said to me when he came home the day after her death?&rdq

Jaselyn's POV “Yes, tell me.” I maintained.He opened his mouth to speak, the words coming out almost slurred. “She said a lot but basically, she hates me so much that she wants me dead. She holds me responsible for ruining her life. She believes I'm the reason she was neglected by our parents, growing up. My absence deprived her of a real family.And even though I apologized and tried really hard to make up with her, she said that she would never consider me her brother. A sibling bond forming between us is completely out of the question.”His words were raw and emotional, always choked and they depicted the depth of his sadness.How could she have said all of that to him? Does she have any idea what he's been through? While she enjoyed the privileges of being born into the royal family, Rion was raised in a humble house and he never asked for more.He always saw the good in every situation, no matter how dire.

Zane's POV Die. Die. Die.That's all I could think of. It's the only word that filled my subconscious.Everyday without her was excruciating, it felt like my heart was getting skewered in my chest. Images of her face were the only constant thing in my mind whether my eyes were open or closed, she was the only person I could see.Artem tormented me endlessly, reminding me of my failure to protect the only thing that was important.I didn't know what was worse, waking up daily or having to deal with Isla. She wouldn't let me live and wouldn't let me die either. What did I ever do to her? Did my punishment really have to be this cruel?I sit by the window clutching my most precious possession in the world, Jaselyn's photograph. Isla tried to force it out of my hands once and it fell down, causing the surface of the frame to crack. I had lashed out so much that day that I had to be contained and was sedated.Since then, Isla hasn't