Alpha Zane’s Surrogate

Naya’s POV

The moment I walked into the study, I froze.

The room looked like a storm had torn through it.

Books lay scattered across the floor, papers crumpled and abandoned, a chair knocked on its side. The heavy scent in the air made my stomach churn… stale, sharp, unmistakable.

My eyes dropped.

Used condoms littered the floor.

Not even hidden. Just… discarded. Careless. Shameless.

I stared at one near my boot, heat rising behind my eyes.

“What an Alpha,” I muttered bitterly. “Morally rotten.”

I bent down, pinched it between my fingers, and tossed it into the trash bag. My jaw clenched as I straightened.

“Come on, Naya,” I told myself quietly. “It’s none of your business. Just clean and leave.”

Besides, that was all I was here for.

I moved on autopilot, gathering papers, straightening shelves, restoring order to a space that felt permanently corrupted. When everything was finally in place, I slipped on my gloves, grabbed my spray bottle, and began wiping down the massive desk.

To steady myself, I hummed.

A soft lullaby I didn’t remember learning. It just… lived in me. It always had. Like my body remembered comfort my mind couldn’t place.

I was wiping the edge of the desk when…

Smack.

A sharp slap landed on my butt.

I yelped and jumped forward, my heart slamming violently against my ribs.

I turned sharply but lost my footing, panic flaring, but before I could hit the floor, a hand gripped around my waist pulling me back against a solid body.

I froze.

I didn’t need to look.

It was Alpha Louise.

His presence swallowed the room. His cigar scent invaded my lungs, heavy and suffocating. His hand stayed firm on my waist as if It belonged there.

I raised my head slowly.

His eyes were already on me.

Then it dropped.

Followed the line of my chest.

I could see lust flash in his eyes.

“What was he looking at..?” I thought to myself before my eyes followed his trail.

One button on my uniform had come undone.

Just enough for him to see the top of my boobs

His lips curled. He whistled softly.

“Damn,” he murmured. “That view… now I’m curious to know what’s hidden beneath those layers of clothes..”

My stomach twisted violently.

“Alpha,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Please… let go.”

His grip tightened.

I tried to step away.

But my hip hit the desk.

No more space.

He smiled.

“Nowhere to run today..,” he said softly.

Panic surged through me.

“Alpha…” I tried again, swallowing hard.

The sound of the title seemed to delight him. He threw his head back with a moan.

“Oh fuck… Say it again,” he said. “You know I’ve always imagined you moaning my name while I pound that fucking ass of yours”

Fear and panic crawled up my spine at the same time.

“Please, Alpha” I begged. “If the Luna sees us like this… she’ll kill me.”

His fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“She won’t touch you,” he said calmly. “Not if you’re under my protection.”

My chest heaved.

“I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted” he continued. “A better life. Freedom. Comfort. You won’t scrub floors ever again. All I want is this banging body of yours.”

His gaze roamed over me, heavy and consuming.

“So,” he asked, lips curling. “What do you say.., Will you be my mistress?”

My entire body shook.

“No, please” I whispered.

His expression changed.

Just like that.

I tried to pull away.

He lunged forward.

I panicked and drove my knee into his nuts, desperation lending me strength.

He roared. Letting me go as his hands to clutch his nuts.

I took the initiative and bolted.

But he was faster.

Pain exploded across my scalp before I could reach the knob as he grabbed my hair and yanked me back.

“Fucking..wrong..choice,” he snarled.

The slap came fast.

White-hot pain cracked across my face as I hit the floor hard.

“How dare you!!.. What the fuck makes you think you have a choice in this pack?” he bellowed his hand slashing across my face a second time.

I cried out, crawling backward, tears blinding me.

“Please!” I sobbed. “Please Alpha… stop!”

He dragged me up by my hair.

“Do you know how many women In Mystic Falls and beyond that would kill for me to fuck them?” he raged. “And you fucking tell me no?”

His hand closed around my throat.

And air vanished.

I clawed at his wrist, panic flooding my body as my vision blurred.

“Al…ph…a…Pl…ease…!” I begged as my strength began to fail me.

I was dying.

Is this how it ends for me?

Then the door cracked open and…

“Alpha…!”

He froze

Then his grip loosened.

I collapsed to the floor, gasping violently as air burned back into my lungs.

The next thing I hear is a loud growl before the door slamming shut seconds later…

“Are you okay?” The voice asked urgently.

I looked to see Beta Nathan.

But I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t breathe.

“Hang in there, I’ve got you…” he pleaded before his strong and careful arms lifted me bridal style as he rushed me out of the study.

He sprinted all the way to the Slaves quarters on the west wing of the pack house.

Nathan paced as the doctor examined me, his face tight with worry.

When my breathing finally steadied, I reached out and caught his hand as he passed.

“Thank you Beta,” I whispered.

He stopped.

“Shhh.. you shouldn’t be speaking” he said gently.

“Beta,” I urged. “I am fine, you have to return to the Alpha’s side… I don’t want him punishing you because of me.”

“Wait.. what? No way.. I need to…” He argued but I cut him off

“Beta, please… I am fine, I promise” I assured him.

Reluctantly, he nods and leaves.

The doctor finally straightened, returning her stethoscope to her neck

“You’re fortunate,” she said. “The claw marks are just superficial, there’s no internal injuries with the prescribed medication the pains and scar should disappear in a couple of weeks…”

Relief washed through me.

“Also,” she added softly, “you’re quite lucky that no harm came to your pup. You are both in good health.”

The word hit me like a blow.

“P… pup?” I croaked, trying to sit up.

She pressed me back gently. “Don’t move. You and your pup enough rest, I’d advice against any strenuous activity for the mean time”

“What pup?” I whispered, panic rising.

She looked at me with concern. “You… you didn’t know?”

My heart thundered.

“You’re pregnant,” she said. “From the look of things, you’re six weeks along.”

The world tilted.

“I’m What??” I screamed. “H…How…? But… but I’m still a virgin!”