The Cursed Alpha and His Chosen Surrogate Mother

"If I may ask, who were those two girls just now?" Kael asked Miss Clarks right after turning his face away and focusing once more on the path ahead.They were on their way to Rowena Clarks’s office—the director and caretaker of the orphanage where Kael Drenvarr intended to become a donor."Oh, that was Miss Veilthorn and Miss Caelwyn," Miss Clarks said, her tone noticeably gentler than the cold one she’d used minutes earlier when reprimanding one of the girls."I didn’t realize the orphanage cared for girls who were already of age like them," Kael remarked casually."Oh no, they’re not residents here, Mr. Drenvarr. They’re just volunteers who help us run the orphanage," she clarified."My apologies. I assumed they were orphans too, and that you were kind enough to take them in," Kael said again as he walked beside Rowena Clarks."Not quite, Sir. Miss Maera Veilthorn is indeed an orphan, but she wasn’t raised here. She became a volunteer by following in her grandmother’s footsteps. As

"Is there a problem?" A police car stopped just half a meter behind Jayden, and an officer in uniform approached. With just a quick glance, Maera could tell that the officer was a sycophant—he flashed a knowing smile at Jayden just before walking closer. "You're Miss Veilthorn, right? Who’s the man behind you? A newcomer?" he asked with a mocking grin."Officer, the young man beside you was trying to force this lady to go with him. I just happened to be passing by and offered my help," Kael said in a cold tone."Is that true?" The officer looked at Jayden, who responded with a shrug."I just wanted to take her home—it’s late. Who would’ve thought this stranger would hit me instead?" Jayden accused."He didn’t hit you. He—" Maera started to explain, but her hand was suddenly gripped by Kael. It wasn’t painful, but it sent a strange jolt through her entire body, leaving her thoughts frozen and distracted."I think this is just a misunderstanding. Besides, they know each other. Everyon

"Grandma, please hold on," Maera whispered as she clutched her grandmother's leg while the paramedics administered first aid. "Sir, please save my grandmother," she pleaded, gripping the sleeve of the paramedic's uniform. Maera's body trembled with fear, tears streaming endlessly down her face. Fear, anxiety, and panic all blended into one."We'll do everything we can, miss," the medic replied, never stopping his communication through the device in his hand, though Maera couldn't tell who he was speaking with. Faintly, she caught that the ambulance had to head somewhere else."What's happening?" Maera asked anxiously, glancing back and forth between the paramedic and her grandmother."The local hospital can't admit your grandmother due to limited equipment. They're directing us to the central hospital," the paramedic explained. Maera's heart felt as if it were being crushed; her chest tightened, and the fear overwhelmed her to the point of losing reason."Is... is my grandmother's cond

Orion's eyes widened dramatically. He looked genuinely offended.“Yes,” Jorah said without hesitation. “I'm kicking you out.”“Why?”This time, his voice sounded almost hurt.“Because I'm sick of both of you.”The blunt response made Orion struggle to hold back a laugh.If Jorah weren't a Beta—and if he weren't someone Kael considered a younger brother—he would have fled this entire situation long ago.He still couldn't agree with Kael's plan to make Maera the surrogate who would carry his Alpha offspring.Again and again, Jorah had laid out every fear and concern he could think of, only for Kael to brush them aside as though none of them mattered. Every argument Jorah raised was met with unwavering certainty.“She’s just an ordinary human. If she carries your child—a child conceived from your powerful bloodline and spiritual aura—I’m afraid her body won’t be able to withstand it. She could be put in serious danger.”Jorah had voiced that concern one evening, but Kael hadn't even flin

The first thing Maera saw when she opened her eyes was a white ceiling and pale blue curtains surrounding her bed.What happened?Frowning, she pushed herself upright. The moment she put weight on her arm, a slight sting shot through her left hand. Looking down, she found an IV line taped to her skin.“You're awake.”A nurse approached, a clipboard tucked beneath her arm.“Where am I?” Maera asked, her voice rough and scratchy.“The ER. You collapsed from shock and exhaustion.” The nurse checked the IV bag hanging beside the bed. It was only a third full now. “It's just vitamins. Once it's finished, you'll be free to go home.”The ER?Confusion washed over her.How had she ended up here?The last thing she remembered was sitting in Jorah Damaric's office inside the Drenvarr Building.“Who brought me here?” she asked.“I'm sorry, I don't know,” the nurse replied apologetically. “I just starte