Alpha Zane’s Surrogate

Naya’s POV The sun was unforgiving. It beat down on my skin as I walked toward the pack house, each step heavy, unsteady, like my body hadn’t caught up with the fact that I was still alive. The afternoon heat pressed against my bruises, making every mark ache, every breath feel deliberate. “You’re Pregnant.” The word wouldn’t leave me alone. It echoed in my head, louder than my footsteps, louder than the world around me. Pregnant… how? I’d never been with anyone. I mean.. I’m still a virgin… Never even been kissed. I had spent 16 years of my life doing absolutely nothing but work in obedience and silence. I cleaned. I served. I practically stayed invisible. So how? My hands shook by my sides as my thoughts spiraled. My chest tightened, panic creeping back in. “How the hell could this even be possible?” I muttered in frustration and stopped walking. The healer’s voice drifted back to me, clear and calm, cruel in how easily she’d said it. “From the look of t

Alpha Zane’s POVThe scream ripped through me before the pain did.“Zane…!”My mother’s voice shattered the silence, sharp and raw, splitting the walls of the house apart. I was dragged from sleep into darkness, the sound echoing through my skull as if it were happening again… because it was happening again. No. Not again. I was small. Too small for a child in his twelfth year, barefoot and shaking. Her hands seized mine and dragged me down the stairs, my feet barely touching the ground. She shoved me beneath the staircase, the narrow space scraping my shoulders as she forced me back. “Son, stay here,” she whispered frantically, tears streaking down her face. “Don’t come out. No matter what you hear. Everything will be fine.” The door slammed. I clawed at the wood, my heart hammering, breath coming in panicked gasps. Then the whip cracked. “You filthy trash!” I heard my father roar alongside the whip’s swish. Twice. My mother screamed. I covered my ears, but the sound tore

Naya’s POVHer piercing eyes shot into mine, venom written so clearly across her face that I instinctively lowered my gaze.I barely had time to breathe before I heard footsteps.They halted.Then her sweet yet venom filled voice broke the silence across the room.“Well! Well!! Well!!!,” she murmured, looking amused. “Who do we have here?”I looked up.She was suddenly inches from me. Close enough that I could smell her sharp, expensive yet suffocating perfume.“Zane’s little secret…” she added softly.My throat tightened.She moved again, slow and deliberate, forcing my eyes back to the floor as she circled me.“You know,” she continued casually, “when I saw Zane’s car pull into the tunnel path… I began to wonder…”She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered,“Why would a powerful and revered Alpha like Zane enter his own pack through the tunnels?”A violent shiver tore through me.My skin prickled as her voice pierced my ear lobe.“Out of curiosity, I followed,” she sai

Zane’s POV My mother screamed. The sound ripped through my skull, sharp and endless, tearing me out of sleep like claws through flesh. “Zane…!” I jolted upright with a strangled breath, my chest heaving violently as sweat drenched my skin. For a split second, I didn’t know where I was. The room swam. The light forced itself into my pupils. Then the scent of my chambers grounded me. Moonveil. Present. Not Eighteen years ago. Not that lingering, unforgettable scent of blood, silver and death. But though I was now awake, my heart still hammered. It hammered like it wanted to burst out of my ribs as I dragged in shaky breaths, my hands gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me anchored to reality. I could still see it. Her on the floor. Blood pooling. Her hand going cold in mine. “I’m sorry, my son…” My jaw clenched so hard it ached. Then… BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The alarm clock shattered the silence. I snarled and snatched it up, my thumb slamming down

Naya’s POVThe rage in her eyes was unmistakable.The moment Valkyra spoke, her voice sharp and filled with venom, every single gaze in the room snapped to me.I felt it.Curiosity.Disgust.Judgment.It hit me all at once, like being stripped naked in front of strangers.My throat tightened.I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, instinctively wanting to greet them, to be polite, to show I wasn’t a threat…“Watch your tone, Valkyra.”Zane’s voice cut through the room like a blade.It came off as cold, dangerous and in finality.The entire room went still.I glanced at Valkyra.Her eyes burned into me with pure hatred.Before she could speak again, the woman seated beside her tugged sharply at her arm.That movement caught my attention.My gaze drifted to the woman.She looked elegant. Sophisticated. Regal in a quiet, practiced way. Her posture was perfect. Her clothes expensive but tasteful.My stomach twisted.She must be her mother…Then my eyes shifted to the man seated on the othe