HIS SURROGATE, HER ALPHA KING
I never wanted a man. I wanted a baby.
After years of failed treatments, a cheating fiancé, and a body that kept betraying me, I made a decision. I would do this alone. No man, no heartbreak, no complications. Just me, a clinic, and a dream I refused to let die.
Except the clinic made a mistake.
One catastrophic, life-altering mistake.
The sample I was inseminated with didn't belong to the anonymous donor I selected. It belonged to Dominic Sinclair, billionaire, ruthless businessman, and the most terrifyingly beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. And now I'm carrying his child.
He finds out before I've even processed the shock myself.
I expect lawyers. Paperwork. A cold corporate transaction. What I don't expect is him standing in my apartment doorway, silver eyes burning with something that looks nothing like indifference telling me that no child of his will be born outside his pack's territory.
Pack.
That's when I realized Dominic Sinclair isn't just any billionaire. He's a werewolf. Campaigning to be Alpha King of the entire North American packs. And I, a human, broke, still-heartbroken, carrying his heir, have just become the most dangerous variable in his entire political rise.
He says he wants to protect me.
His wolf says something else entirely.
And the way he looks at me, like I'm something he wants to consume slowly, makes me terrified of one thing above all else.
That I might let him.
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Chapter: DaraI played the voicemail for Cael at six thirty in the morning, standing in the kitchen with my coat still on from the cold corridor and my hair not yet done and a cup of tea going untouched on the counter.He listened with his eyes on me instead of the phone, which I had learned was how he received serious information. Not the source. The person it affected.When it finished he said nothing for a moment.He knows about the hearing, I said. Which means either he has access to information inside Aldric's operation or someone got a message to him from outside. I picked up my tea. Either way he's more aware of the situation than I expected. He's not broken.No, Cael said. He's not.He told me not to come before the hearing. He said it's what Aldric wants. I held the mug in both hands and felt the warmth of it against my palms. He's been held for sixteen years and his first move was a tactical instruction.He's his daughter's father, Cael said.I looked at him.You do the same thing, he sai
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
Chapter: NorthCael was already in the corridor when I opened my door.He had his phone in his hand and Lena's update on the screen and the expression of a man who had read it thirty seconds before I had.You saw, I said.Yes.They're moving him north. Toward Portland. I kept my voice low. The house was asleep around us. If they're bringing him closer it's because Aldric wants him accessible. Either as a live threat he can produce at the hearing or as insurance against what I might do in that room.Or both, Cael said.Can Lena's contact follow the vehicles?They're already on it. Two cars on the highway, maintaining distance. He looked at his phone. The last update puts them on the 97 heading northwest.Northwest from Bend on the 97 came straight toward Portland. Two hours, maybe less depending on where they turned off.He's bringing my father into the city, I said.Or near it.I stood in the corridor in the dark and thought about the shape of what Aldric was doing. The photograph was taken at midni
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Chapter: The photographI knocked on Cael's door at eleven forty-three at night.He opened it in thirty seconds, which meant he hadn't been asleep. He was still dressed, shirt untucked, phone in his hand, and the expression he had when he was mid-thought. He took one look at my face and stepped back without asking.I handed him my phone.He looked at the photograph. Something moved through his face that was not the usual controlled stillness, something with heat underneath it, brief and then gone, replaced by the particular focus he used when something required immediate clear thinking."Sit down," he said.I'm fine standing.Ella. He said it quietly. Sit down.I sat on the edge of the chair near the window and held my own hands in my lap because they were trying to shake again and I was not going to let them.He sat across from me and looked at the photo again.The jaw, I said. The way he holds his hands. I don't have memories of him exactly, I was four, but I have a photograph my mother kept in a box under
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Chapter: CloserYou pulled again, Vera said.I know. It happened before I caught it.Tell me what triggered it.I opened my eyes. The library was warm, fire going, Cael in the chair across from me with his forearms resting on his knees, watching me with the focused patience he brought to these sessions. I had been finding the thread faster each time, and losing control of it faster too.I was holding it steady, I said. And then something shifted in it. Like a pulse. I reached for it before I thought about it.Vera looked at Cael. What were you thinking about when it shifted?He was quiet for a moment. Bend.Vera wrote something. Strong emotional state in the bond-holder translates through the thread to the carrier. At this stage of training, that can trigger a reflexive reach. She looked at me. Your instinct is to respond to distress in the bond. That's consistent with the bloodline function. It's also the most dangerous tendency to leave unmanaged.Because an unmanaged response to distress could act
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Chapter: BendWe can't go before the hearing, l Cael said.I know that, I said.Ella.I know, Cael. I set my phone down on the table and pressed both palms flat against the surface and breathed. I'm not suggesting we go today. I'm saying we know where he might be and that changes the shape of everything after the hearing.He watched me for a moment and then pulled out the chair beside me and sat. Not across, beside, which was different and I registered it without commenting.Tell me what you're thinking, he said.I'm thinking that if my father is in Bend and the hearing goes the way we need it to go, Aldric loses his political base. His packs dissolve from him. His ability to maintain a secure facility with loyal staff disappears. I looked at Cael. Which means after the hearing, assuming it goes our way, whatever infrastructure he's been using to hold my father starts to collapse. We have a window. A short one.And if we move on the Bend property before the hearing, we tip him off and he moves your
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Chapter: Piper"She can't stay at her building," I said. And the daughter needs to be pulled from school before the end of first period.Cael was back in the kitchen. He had come in the moment he heard my voice change, which I was starting to understand was something he did, tracked the temperature of a room from a distance and arrived before being called.Where's the school? he asked.I relayed the question to Piper, still on the line. She gave me the name, a primary school twelve minutes from her apartment. Cael was already texting before I finished saying it.I have someone six minutes from the school, he said. Female. She'll identify herself to the office as a family emergency contact. What's the daughter's name?"Piper," I said into the phone. Your daughter's name."Clara," she said. Her voice had steadied slightly, the way people do when they are given something practical to hold onto. She's eight.I told Cael. He relayed it. Then he looked at me. What about Cross herself?"Piper," I said into
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PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR
I was born cursed.
A Volana wolf, the rarest, most hunted bloodline in existence. My blood grants eternal life, which means I've spent every day since I was ten locked away by the one man who was supposed to protect me. My father didn't raise a daughter. He raised a weapon. He killed my wolf, stole my wolf, and when I had nothing left to give, he sold me.
Not to a mate. To a contract.
Bastien Voss Rourke doesn't do love. The most feared Alpha billionaire in the Northern Territories does deals. Clean. Calculated. Final. Three years as his contract mate in exchange for my freedom when the contract expires. No feelings. No bond. No future.
I told myself I could survive it.
I was wrong.
Because somewhere between his cold commands and the rare, unguarded moments he forgot to be ruthless, I fell. Hard. Stupidly. Completely.
Now the contract is ending. I'm standing in his penthouse with a pregnancy test in my hand and a smile I can't contain — and he's about to sign the rejection papers.
He doesn't want me. He never did.
But the heir growing inside me? That belongs to both of us.
And when the truth about my blood, my lineage, and what I really am detonates across the pack world — Bastien will realize he didn't just reject a contract mate.
He rejected his true fated bond.
And some mistakes cannot be undone with paperwork.
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Chapter: What she carries"She sang," Ivy says.She says it at breakfast on a Tuesday in January, quietly, the way she says things when she is not sure yet what they mean.Lyra is sixteen months old.She is in her chair at the kitchen table, eating with the focused efficiency she always brings to food, and she has been making sounds since she woke up. Not words. A sound that has a structure to it, the same sequence of notes repeated, different each time in a small way but recognizably the same underlying thing.I have been listening since seven.I knew what it was.I was waiting for someone else to name it."She is singing," I say."She has been doing it since she woke up," Ivy says. I heard it through the wall.Bastien comes in.He hears the sound Lyra is making and goes very still in the doorway for a moment.Then he looks at me."It is a song," he says.Yes, I say."It is the same song repeated," he says."Yes," I say.He listens for a moment. He is very good at listening, at the specific precision of someo
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Chapter: The sixth thing"She put it on the shelf herself," Bastien says.He says it from the doorway of Lyra's room on the Saturday morning after the journal reading, and his voice has the quiet of someone who has witnessed something he was not expecting and is not sure yet how large it is.I am in the hallway."What did she put," I say.Come and see, he says.I go into the room.Lyra is standing at the shelf.She is fifteen months old and she can reach the lower section now, the section where the photograph is, the section that was always going to be hers when she was tall enough.She is not reaching for the photograph.She has placed something on the shelf in the gap to the left of the photograph.I look at it.It is a rock.A small, specific rock, pale grey with a faint rose vein through the center, rounded at one end, the kind of rock that is too particular to have been picked up without intention.I crouch down beside her.She looks at me."Where did you get this," I say.She looks at the rock.She look
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Chapter: What the journal says"She wrote about the garden," Ivy says.She says it three days after the journal arrives, on a Thursday evening, sitting in the library with the small notebook in her hands. She has read it twice alone. This is the third reading, the one she said would be for sharing.I am in my chair.Bastien is in his.Lyra is asleep upstairs.The building is at its nighttime quiet and the lamp is on."Tell me," I say.Ivy opens the journal to a page she has marked."She wrote this when I was six weeks old," she says. She says: I go to the garden before the house wakes up. The herbs are coming in and the morning is the only time I have that is completely mine. I go there and I breathe and I think about the two girls in the rooms above and I decide to stay one more day.The library is quiet."One more day," I say."Every entry starts the same," Ivy says. Not the words. The structure. She describes something real. The garden. The morning light. What the compound sounds like when it is waking up. And t
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Chapter: The second letter"He wrote again," Ivy says.She says it on a December morning, standing in the library doorway with an envelope in her hand, and her voice is doing the careful even thing it does when she is managing something larger than it appears.My father.I look at the envelope.This one is addressed to both of us.He has never done that before."When did it arrive," I say."This morning," she says. Soren left it on the library desk.I look at Bastien.He is in his chair. He looks at me with the expression that means this is yours to decide and I am here either way."Sit down," I say to Ivy.She sits.I opened the envelope.Two pages this time. The same formal paper. The same handwriting. Slanted and deliberate and completely his.I read the first page.It is addressed to me.He says he has been watching the Inter-Pack Governance Network's published work. He says he read the proceedings from the April conference. He says the speech I gave, which was published in the network's formal record, is t
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Chapter: What Neve builds"She called the border families to the compound," Ivy says.She says it at breakfast on a Monday in November, reading from a message on her phone, and she has the expression she gets when something Neve has done confirms a thing she already believed about her.Lyra is thirteen months old and is standing at the kitchen table holding the edge with one hand and eating with the other, which is her current preferred operating method."Why," I say."There is a water dispute starting again," Ivy says. Not Crest Pack's border families this time. Two packs further north who have been escalating for six months. She reads further. Neve contacted both Alphas through formal channels and they both declined mediation. She looks up. So she invited the community members from both sides, not the Alphas, the actual families who live on the border, to come to the compound for a meal. She pauses. She is not mediating a political dispute. She is making dinner.Bastien, at the other end of the table, looks
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Chapter: One year"She is standing," Soren says.He says it from the kitchen doorway at seven in the morning on the day Lyra turns one year old, and his voice has the quality of someone reporting something remarkable while pretending it is simply an update.Lyra is standing in the middle of the kitchen.Not holding the table. Not holding a chair. Not holding anyone.Just standing.She has been capable of this for three weeks in brief intervals. But this morning she is standing in the middle of the kitchen with the specific settled quality of someone who has decided that the floor is not the primary plane of operation anymore and is adjusting their relationship with gravity accordingly.She looks at me when I come in.She nods.The nod of a person who is noting that I have arrived and this is acceptable."Good morning," I say."Ma," she says.She has seven words now.Ma. Da. More. No, which she uses precisely and frequently. The Ivy sound, which has evolved into something close to Ivy itself. Hi, which
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Chapter: The boy with my eyes"His name is Finn," Caden said. He is four years old. He has been with a family in the Greywood territory since three weeks after he was born.I sat down.Not because I chose to. My legs made the decision without asking me.Four years old. The same age as Luca. Which meant that while I was raising a child that was not mine, my actual son was growing up in a house with strangers who knew exactly who he belonged to and said nothing.Who placed him there, I said.Elder Theron.I looked up.Caden was watching me with that steady, careful attention he gave everything. Not cold. Just controlled, the way a person gets controlled when they have learned that showing too much too fast costs them.Theron knew who I was, I said.He has known since before you were born. He served your father's council. When King Aldric died and the bloodline was hidden for your protection, Theron was one of three people who knew where you were placed. Caden pulled a folder from the desk drawer and set it in front
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Chapter: Dated three days agoI brought the filing receipt to Caden's study at eleven o'clock at night.I did not knock softly. I knocked the way you knock when you are not asking permission.He opened the door himself. No jacket, shirt collar open, a glass of something dark in his hand. He looked at me and then at the paper in my hand and something behind his eyes said he had been expecting this visit.That made it worse.I held the receipt up. Explain this.He stepped back to let me in. I walked past him and turned around in the middle of the room and waited.He closed the door. Set his glass down. Looked at the paper without taking it.The council filing for your lineage claim, he said.Dated three days ago, I said. My name. My bloodline details. My father's seal reference. All of it, filed and stamped before I ever walked through your gate. I let the paper drop to his desk. I came to you this morning. I came to you like it was my idea. Like I was the one making a move. And you already had this sitting in a roo
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Chapter: The man who already knewCaden Rhys was not what I expected.I do not know what I expected exactly. Someone louder, maybe. Someone who filled a room with noise the way powerful men usually do, who needed you to feel their size before they spoke.He was sitting behind a large desk when the guard brought me in, and he did not stand up. He just looked at me.Grey eyes. Still. The kind of still that is not passive but is actually the opposite of passive. The kind that means he had already assessed everything about me before I crossed the threshold and was simply waiting to see if I would confirm what he already thought.He was younger than his reputation made him sound. Early thirties. Dark hair, jaw set, shoulders relaxed in the way that only people who are never genuinely threatened manage to be relaxed.I did not let myself be impressed.I walked to the chair across from his desk and sat down without being invited.One corner of his mouth moved. Not quite a smile.Sera Calloway, he said.You already know who I
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Chapter: The only name worth calling"Tell me you did not just leave," Mira said.I left.Silence on the line. Then a sharp breath. Sera.I need you to meet me outside the east gate. Bring my bag. You know the one.She did not ask questions. That was the thing about Mira. Seven years of watching me live inside that house and she had been packed and ready before I ever was.I hung up and kept walking.The pack grounds were quiet at that hour. A few wolves doing perimeter checks in the distance. No one stopped me. No one ever paid that much attention to me inside Voss territory, which was ironic, because I had kept more of this pack running than Damon ever acknowledged.I did not look back at the house.My wolf was fully awake now and she did not want to look back either.Mira was already at the gate when I got there. She had my black duffel over one shoulder and her jaw tight and her eyes moving over my face the way they did when she was reading damage.How bad, she said.Celeste, I said.Her mouth opened. Closed.Years,
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Chapter: Seven years of nothingYou are the long-missing Lycan Princess. Daughter of the late King Aldric. Rightful heir to the Lycan throne.I read the line three times.Then I read it again.The letter was printed on heavy cream paper with the royal council's seal pressed into the top corner. Official. Real. Not a mistake.My name is Sera Calloway. I have been married to Alpha Damon Voss for seven years. I manage his household, attend his functions, raise his son, and smile at his pack members like I belong here.I have never been made Luna.I always told myself it was coming. That the mark was coming. That Damon was simply cautious, that the council was difficult, that the timing was never right.The letter said something different.It said I was never just a pack wife waiting for her turn. It said my blood was older than this house, older than Damon's title, older than anything he had ever built. It said the Lycan King election closes in fifteen days and as the only surviving heir of King Aldric, I had the right
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