LOGINThe Alpha’s Private SurrogateRosalith~Mr. West was already seated at the large dining table when I entered. The room was quiet, the long surface empty except for a glass of water placed opposite him. He did not speak. He only lifted one hand and gestured toward the chair across from him, ordering me to sit.I sat, and the silence that followed stayed longer than it should. But I loved it. As long as I was breathing in his scent, nothing else mattered.He watched me without expression, the same controlled look he always wore, yet something in the set of his shoulders felt tighter than usual. My thoughts began racing. He was going to end the contract. He had decided that last night was the final breach. I would lose the payment, the only way to repay my father, and the child already growing inside me would still be there. I had thought he had let go of my mistake, but I was wrong. I had messed things up and now, he would break the contract. When he does, what becomes of me, and the c
The Alpha’s Private SurrogateRosalith~I woke with his shirt still pressed against my cheek, and for a while, the world felt quiet. The restless ache that had driven me down the hallway the night before was softer, almost manageable. I kept my eyes closed and breathed in the faded scent that still stuck to the fabric. It settled something deep in my chest, the same way it had when I finally fell asleep holding it.Then the rest of the morning arrived.The calm began to thin almost as soon as I opened my eyes, causing my stomach to give a low, unhappy turn. I sat up slowly, the shirt still in my hands, and waited for the wave of nausea to decide whether it would stay mild or get worse. It stayed mild, but the heaviness in my limbs and the strange, stretched feeling under my skin reminded me that nothing about my body belonged only to me anymore.I looked down at the shirt; dark, soft from wear, the collar slightly creased where I had gripped it. The memory of how I had gotten it rose
The Alpha’s Private SurrogateGunnar~The fourth knock came harder than the ones before it. I pulled the door open and her raised hand almost struck my face. Rosalith stood in the hallway in sleep clothes, bare feet, silver-streaked hair slightly disordered, eyes too bright even in the low light. For a second neither of us moved.“Why are you here?”She didn’t answer. Her gaze dropped to my bare chest, then flicked past me into the room. Before I could step aside or close the door she walked in. I turned to follow the movement, already feeling the first edge of irritation. She went straight to the open closet, pulled one of my shirts from a hanger, and brought it to her face. She inhaled deeply, eyes closing as if the fabric itself could settle something restless inside her.No one entered my private rooms without invitation. Not staff. Not Caspian. Certainly not a woman under contract. The sight of her standing there with my shirt pressed to her nose snapped the last of my patience.
The Alpha’s Private SurrogateRosalith~I woke already restless. You know that type of restlessness that lived under the skin and refused to be reasoned with. The anti-nausea tablets had taken the edge off the vomiting, but they left everything else untouched. My thoughts would not stay in one place. My body felt too warm, then too cold, then simply hungry for something I kept trying not to think of. I lay still for a long time listening to the hush of the apartment and the distant sounds of the main house, hoping the feeling would pass if I gave it enough silence.It did not pass.By mid-morning the restlessness had settled into a constant pull. I moved from the bed to the window, from the window to the small sitting area, then back again. Every scent in the apartment felt more sensitive than it should have. The soap, the clean laundry, the faint trace of whatever polish the staff used on the wood, all of it pressed against my senses until I wanted to open every window at once. I tri
The Alpha’s Private SurrogateRosalith~Three weeks later, my whole life began to change as well as my body. The nausea didn’t knock anymore, it walked in whenever it felt like it. One minute I was fine, the next my mouth filled with that awful metal taste and my stomach folded in on itself. I’d started keeping crackers on the nightstand and moving like everything inside me might spill if I turned too fast. Sleep came in like a nightmare. And my nose… God, my nose had become a traitor. The soap in the bathroom smelled so terrible, and I always cursed under my breath whenever it touched my skin.The new clothes in the closet carried a clean scent that made me gag if I breathed too deep. Even the air from the vents felt different.I didn't want to say I hated how I felt or what I was starting to look like. But one thing was certain, I didn't enjoy anyone seeing me this way, especially Mr. West. Not like I cared that much anyway.So I always waited until the house went silent before I l
The Alpha’s Private SurrogateGunnar West~I returned to the European projections. The currency adjustment had affected two of the smaller holdings more than expected. I made notes in the margin and sent a short message to the finance director requesting a revised timeline by the end of the day.The rest of the morning continued with calls, documentation, and decision making. I did not think about the apartment again until Caspian stepped in just before noon with a folder under his arm.He set it on the desk without sitting.“Updated risk assessment for the Singapore side,” he said. “I flagged the two clauses that still need tighter language.”I opened the folder and scanned the marked pages. “These are acceptable with the changes.”“I will have to legally implement them,” he said, but remained standing. I looked up. “Something else?”Caspian shook his head once. “Nothing, only making sure you saw the note about the apartment earlier.”“I did.”He watched me for a second longer than
House of Lust & Moonlight: (Story 1)Seducing the AlphaAzalea~His cock drove into me so deep I forgot my own name.The hotel room was dark, spinning, my head heavy like it was filled with thick fog. But his body felt familiar. Heavy. Demanding. It had to be Timothy, my mate. My husband of four mi
Seducing the AlphaRoman~The moment Azalea pushed that door open, I should have stopped.But I didn’t.I kept fucking the woman bent over my desk harder, eyes locked on the only woman who had ever managed to crawl under my skin. Azalea stood frozen in the doorway in her new tight clothes, looking
Seducing the AlphaAzalea~I woke up with my cheek stuck to the cold leather of the small couch in the secretary’s antechamber, the torn dress from last night still damp and clinging to my skin like a punishment I couldn’t escape.My body hurt in ways I didn’t want to name. A deep, throbbing ache
Seducing the AlphaRoman~The heavy door to my penthouse at the top of Thorin Tower slammed shut with a sound that echoed through the empty space like a gunshot. I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t need them. The storm outside provided enough through the windows. Flashes of lightning illuminate







