All Chapters of ALPHA'S HUMAN SURROGATE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CATRIONA I was exceptionally horny, so much that I didn’t care what happened next—until the sharp bite of teeth, like a blade on my skin, startled the hell out of me. I reacted immediately, my eyes snapping up to meet Gabriel’s… now glowing red. Two long canines were sticking out from his mouth. I staggered, frozen in disbelief. Just as I opened my mouth to scream, he clamped his hand over it. “Don’t panic, honey. I won’t hurt you,” he said, and just like that, the red in his eyes faded, and the fangs vanished. “What the hell are you?” I gasped when he let go. “Are you two monsters in one body? A wolf and… and a vamp—” “Calm down, please. Calm down, okay?” he interrupted. “I’m not what you think I am. I’m not a vampire, if that’s what you’re trying to say.” “Then what was that?” I stammered. “The teeth—the fangs—they were out, and you weren’t even in your wolf form.” He exhaled and stepped closer. “Listen, honey, there’s a lot you don’t know about the supernatural world… about

GABRIEL I looked down at my mate, the weight of her emotions flickering in her gaze—softness, surrender, need. A quiet pride settled in my chest. I had stripped away her fear, calmed her storm, and filled her with nothing but pleasure and want. Now, she lay beneath me—beautiful, bare, and wholly mine. I moved inside her slowly at first, savouring the tight, wet heat that wrapped around me like she was made for this. Made for me. My lips trailed over her breasts, tasting her soft skin, teasing her nipples with my tongue. Her back arched, and I took my time, worshipping her the way I’d always imagined. Each thrust drove deeper than just flesh—it hit somewhere spiritual. Her breath hitched. Her fingers gripped my arms. The way she looked at me… like I was the only thing that existed. "Fuck," I growled low into her neck. "You feel like heaven." I picked up the pace, driving harder, deeper. Her moans turned breathless, her hands clawing at my back, needing more. I gave her no time to

CATRIONA “How much did you hear?” I asked softly, though the answer already weighed heavily on my heart. “All of it,” Jayden replied through the mindlink. I stood slowly, grounding myself as I took tentative steps toward them—Jayden, Gabriel, and the others. If they’d truly heard everything… if they knew the truth of my past—would they still look at me the same way? Would they still want me? Jayden’s face was unreadable, composed. That gave me a flicker of hope. But Gabriel… his expression shattered me. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held something colder. Distant. Detached. “Hey, baby,” Jayden said gently, placing both hands on my cheeks. “Are you alright?” But my attention wasn’t on him. It was all on Gabriel. He hadn’t stopped looking at me—but it wasn’t the same. His stare wasn’t full of love or concern. It was full of questions… of judgment. And then, without a word, he turned and walked away. Something inside me snapped. I stepped forward, driven by a desperate

JAYDEN The guilt gnawed at me like a festering wound watching Catriona’s reaction to Vanessa’s chanting. Had I been too quick? Was the marking wrong? I marked her in a blind panic—fear of losing her—and fury over her sleeping with Gabriel, the man I’ve never trusted and never will. Vanessa crouched by her side, inspecting the wound, while Pamela stood on the other side, her eyes fixed on an empty space that seemed to mock us all. The two women exchanged glances, a heavy silence between them before they both turned back to that empty spot. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” Vanessa asked, her voice steady but sharp. Catriona shook her head, her expression contradicting her words. Her reaction rattled my mind with questions. “Alright,” Catriona said, voice barely steady. “Could you two give us a moment? I need to talk with Jayden.” Vanessa nodded, standing. “Sure—but change that blouse first. Something light, something to cover the wound.” Pamela added, “I agree. Do that

JAYDEN I opened my eyes again and found myself back at the same familiar place—lying on the shore, waves gently kissing the sand, birds wandering across the sky above me. I instantly knew it was him again—the old man. I slowly rose to my feet, sand slipping off my clothes, and darted my eyes around, searching for him. My heart pounded, haunted by the memory of our last encounter. He had warned me not to hurt Catriona, or there would be consequences. Goosebumps pricked my skin as I felt the eerie sensation of being watched. Someone was definitely behind me. I hesitated to turn. Why am I hesitating? We’ve met before. I swallowed hard and turned around. He was there. But he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him was another old man I’d never seen before—shorter, but with a presence that screamed danger. His cold stare lingered on me before he turned to the one I knew. "I need a word with him alone," he said. "Go easy on him," said the familiar one, causing my pulse to race even more.