All Chapters of ALPHA'S HUMAN SURROGATE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CATRIONA Sandra was driving us back to the pack house, but her cold attitude since I walked out of Gabriel’s house was starting to gnaw at me. Why on earth did my body react so strongly to Gabriel’s touch? Even now, I could still feel the heat lingering where his fingers had brushed against me, and my lips tingled from our kiss. It felt... incredible. There was a moment where I wanted more—more of him, more of that feeling—but no. This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be entertaining these thoughts. I made a promise to Jayden. I swore I’d be loyal to him. Shaking the thought from my mind, I turned to Sandra. “Sandra, did I do something to upset you?” I asked, keeping my voice soft. “No. You didn’t,” she snapped, her tone clipped and irritated. “Then why are you giving me the cold shoulder?” “Can’t you see it? You’re just unlucky. No one wants you,” Lauren muttered bitterly from the back seat. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. In and out. I refused to let Lauren’s venom seep in

CATRIONA I curled up on the soft rug, gripping my belly as if that alone could hold me together. The pain tore through me—deep, sharp, and relentless. It stole my breath, leaving me gasping, too weak even to scream. I fumbled for the phone, my hands trembling. Calling for help was useless. The only one who could reach me through the distance was Jayden—and our mind link was too weak now. Too far. The pain in my abdomen surged upward, snaking through my body until it pounded against my skull like a relentless drum. My head felt like it was caving in under the weight of a hundred dumbbells. I could barely stay upright. What’s happening to me? This wasn’t normal. The blood—I might’ve blamed it on my period, but no period had ever felt like this. This was something else. Something wrong. My strength gave out. The room tilted. My vision blurred into shadow. And then—nothing. --- “Catriona!” A voice cut through the void. I forced my eyes open. Blurred shapes shifted. The

JAYDEN I latched onto her swollen clit, my tongue moving with a desperate urgency—as if my very life depended on it. I lavished her with relentless flicks and licks, tracing every contour with fevered attention. Then I slipped my tongue deep inside her warm, soaking wet heat, fucking her mercilessly. Her body bucked beneath me, writhing uncontrollably, each movement a testament to the pleasure I was giving. She felt incredible—every inch alive under my touch. Lips, teeth, tongue—I explored her thoroughly, leaving no place untouched. I trapped her clit gently between my teeth before sliding two fingers inside, feeling her heat grow even wetter, the slick, wet sounds filling the air like a symphony. “J-a-y-d-e-n!” she moaned, her body trembling violently. But I didn’t stop. I slid a third finger inside, driving her into deeper, more frantic squirming. Just as she hovered on the edge of release, I pulled back. “Why—did you—stop?” Her flushed face burned with frustration and need. Fuc

CATRIONA It felt like I was trapped in a weird, hazy dream—one I’d been having on and off these past two weeks. But the illusion shattered the moment Jerome patted me gently, snapping me back to reality. That’s when I realised it wasn’t a dream at all. The pounding in my head, the weakness in my limbs—it was all real. I blinked slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital bed. “Forgive me for this, but you need to come with me,” Jerome said, his tone grim. “Can you walk?” “I think so,” I replied, shifting my legs off the bed. My feet touched the floor, but I was too weak to stand for long. Without another word, Jerome scooped me into his arms bridal style. I caught a glimpse of a female doctor nearby. She nodded subtly, and I instantly knew they’d mindlinked. “Jerome, what’s going on?” I asked, heart pounding. “Your mate is about to kill someone,” he said without looking at me. Using his wolf speed, he sprinted us straight to the pack house. The blur of the wind and

CATRIONA Eliana’s transfixed stare unsettled me, her wide, haunted eyes making me feel like the villain in a scene I didn’t script. What had I even said? Where on earth did Luciana come into this? “How is it possible?” she whispered, as though I’d just recited a prophecy. “I… I’m… so… sorry,” I stammered, voice barely audible over the chaos in my head. Fear, confusion, and shame all tangled inside me, choking every word. Then the door flew open. Sandra strode in, a plate of food in her hands, her sharp eyes darting between us. She placed the dish on the table, then zeroed in on me. “What the hell did you do to her this time?” she snapped, stepping between us protectively. “Did she hurt you again?” she barked at Eliana. “Sandra, it’s not what it looks like, I—” “Alpha’s forgiven you for stepping out of the house,” she cut in coldly, addressing Eliana now. “But he made it clear: stay away from Catriona. You’re banned from this wing. You’ll eat in your room. No exceptions.” She d