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A SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S ALPHA HUSBAND 6: The First Letter
Mica pov I broke every speed limit getting to the mansion.The gates were barely open before I was out of the car, running up the front steps, past a butler who called my name and didn't get an answer. I found Nyric in his study, a glass of untouched whiskey in front of him, staring at nothing."Tell me you didn't call that clinic."He didn't even look up. "Mica—""Tell me you didn't just decide, alone, in the middle of the night, to erase the one thing your wife asked us to protect.""I made a decision.""You made a *mistake*."That got his attention. His eyes lifted to mine, silver and sharp and furious."You don't get to lecture me about mistakes."Something in his tone made my stomach twist — like he knew. Like he could smell the guilt still clinging to me from the night before. I pushed the thought away before it could take root."This isn't about me. This is about her.""I know exactly who this is about." He stood so fast his chair scraped against the floor. "It's about my wife
A SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S ALPHA HUSBAND 5: Don't you dare
Mica pov"I should go home," I said, even as I didn't move."You should." He didn't move either. "You won't, though."He was right. I hated that he was right.I don't remember deciding to leave the bar with him. I remember the rain on the walk to wherever we ended up. I remember he never asked why I looked like my whole world had ended, and I never told him. I remember thinking, somewhere underneath the numbness, that I didn't want comfort. I didn't want someone to hold my hand and tell me it would be okay.I wanted to feel something that wasn't grief. Just for a few hours.He gave me that.Neither of us said much. Neither of us asked for names. In the dark, he was just a stranger with steady hands and eyes that didn't look at me like I was something breakable — and for one night, that was exactly what I needed.I woke up to gray morning light and an empty side of the bed.For a moment, I didn't remember where I was. Then it came back in pieces — the bar, the rain, his voice low again
A SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S ALPHA HUSBAND 4: I am alone, Ethan. That's the point
Mica povPeople say funerals bring closure.They're liars.There was no closure in watching the only person who had ever loved me unconditionally lowered into the ground. There was no peace in hearing strangers tell me she was "in a better place."The rain hadn't stopped since the day she died.Neither had I.Black. Everywhere I looked, there was black. Black umbrellas. Black dresses. Black roses. It was as though the entire world had decided to mourn with us.I stood beside Ophelia's white casket, unable to look away.She hated black. She used to say funerals should have flowers in every color, because life deserved to be celebrated, even at the end."Don't let anyone bury me on a gloomy day," she'd joked once. "If I die, I want sunshine."I looked up at the gray sky."I'm sorry," I whispered. "I couldn't even give you that."Someone handed me a tissue. Selene."I know this is difficult.""Everyone keeps saying that," I said, my voice hoarse. "Like there's a script.""There isn't. I
A SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S ALPHA HUSBAND 3: The Promise
Mica pov"No pulse!""Start compressions!""One milligram of epinephrine!"The room blurred before my eyes.Doctors swarmed around Ophelia's bed, their voices overlapping until they became meaningless noise.I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't do anything except stare."No..." I whispered.A nurse pulled me backward."Miss Hale, you need to step outside.""No! That's my sister!"Another pair of hands caught my shoulders."We're doing everything we can.""Then let me go!"My voice cracked into a scream."Ophelia!"The doors slammed shut between us.I pounded against the glass. "Please!"Every beep from the machines felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.Nyric hadn't moved. He stood frozen in the middle of the hallway, staring through the glass as doctors desperately fought for his wife.His wife.The woman he'd loved for ten years. The woman who had taught me that fairy tales could exist.I'd always teased them. Called them disgustingly romantic.Every anniversar
A SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S ALPHA HUSBAND 2: Her Last Wish
Mica povThe doctor's words echoed inside my head.*She doesn't have much time.*No.No.This couldn't be happening.My legs refused to move as the doctor pushed open the ICU door.The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the room.Beep...Beep...Beep...It was too slow. Too weak. Too... final.The scent of antiseptic burned my nose as I stepped inside.My heart shattered."Ophelia..."She looked so small.My sister, who had always seemed larger than life, was buried beneath white hospital sheets, tubes snaking from her arms, oxygen resting beneath her nose. Her usually rosy cheeks were pale, and her lips had lost their color.Yet she smiled.She actually smiled."There you are," she whispered.My vision blurred.I rushed to her bedside, taking her cold hand between both of mine."Don't..." My voice broke. "Don't scare me like this."She chuckled softly. "Oh, Little Bean."My chest tightened.Little Bean. She hadn't called me that in years."You still cry too easily."A sob esca
A SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S ALPHA HUSBAND 1: She doesn't have much time
Mica povThe day my sister died, she asked me to marry her husband.Not because she stopped loving him.Because she knew she wouldn't live long enough to give him the family they'd dreamed of.I just didn't know that yet.All I knew, sitting in the back row of a lecture hall that smelled like old coffee and dry-erase markers, was that Professor Kane would not stop talking about supply chain elasticity."...and this is precisely why demand forecasting fails when—"I stifled a yawn and glanced at the clock. Four minutes left. I could survive four more minutes of elasticity.My phone buzzed against my thigh, silenced but insistent. I ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. A steady, relentless drumbeat against my leg that finally made me slide it halfway out of my bag under the desk.The screen was a wall of notifications.*Missed Call — Ethan.**Missed Call — Ethan.**Missed Call — Nyric.**Missed Call — Aunt Lydia.**Missed Call — Unknown.**Missed Call — Ethan.*My stomach droppe
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