Surrogate For The Traitor Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

AMBER “You have until tomorrow to make that decision, so until then keep your head straight on to our main focus!!” my father said yelling the daylight out of me. “This is so unfair” I yelled knowing the outcome of my actions but didn't mind. “You will do as I say or have your head chopped off and fed to the hyenas,” my father said, holding on to my face so hard as he stared into the eyes. I immediately swallowed up the bile rising in my throat as I begged him to let go. “Do you understand?” he asked tightening his grip on my face, before letting it go. “Yes,” I stuttered with a slow head nod. I staggered the minute he took off his grip on my face. I couldn't fight back the tears that were welled up in my eyes. I had myself curled up on the floor as I cried my eyes out. I never wished for such a life. But yet, the moon goddess chose to give me this. And now I'm left with no choice but to endure. My Father Alpha Ragen, had lost his mate my mother in a rogue attack just when

AMBER “What did you just say?” My father asked. I jerked the minute I heard him ask, as I saw the surprised look on the faces of the elders that sat around him. “Dear child, do you mind repeating what you had just said a while ago?” One of the elders asked. I was suddenly short on words as I contemplated whether or not to repeat what I had just said. I looked into the eyes of my father as I saw the anger and rage he had. And it was looking like he was going to pounce on me any moment from now if I don’t start talking. I suddenly wondered if it was a good idea to come over to my dad’s and have him informed. As it was seeming like I had made a bad choice coming. “I…I said,” I stuttered, still not being able to find the right words to finally utter to them. “Reeca happens to be teaming up with other rivalry packs to have them take over our pack” I voiced out as I rushed my words hoping they wouldn't ask for me to repeat myself. And the next thing I knew, my father burst into lo

RAZEI'm standing on my balcony with a glass of tequila, overseeing my men that are training in the front yard of our pack house. The crescent moon shines its gleam on them, giving a little soul to their fights. It's midnight, and though they should be asleep, they aren't. We've got a daily routine of training at midnight, and we always stick to it. I can't let them slack off on their training. We've got a reputation to keep – as the most feral and dominating pack in the werewolf kingdom. Slacking off will only make us weaker and less dreaded. That's something we can never allow to happen.I watch them with half-assed interest because my thoughts were running wild. One of my Gammas yells out instructions to a couple of my men who are sparring in their wolf forms. It was initially my Beta, Zane, who was giving out those instructions. But an hour ago, he got an integer alarm from our patrols at the border. He ran off to go check it out and has yet to return. He's yet to mind-link me

RAZENothing has fascinated me in a long time. Nothing has stirred a different feeling in my chest other than to destroy, conquer and make my name a prayer on the lips of everyone who is a victim of my power. All that has changed in just a few minutes of meeting a battered girl with beautiful Amber eyes who has somehow stumbled into my pack and looks lost like a puppy. Of all the things that did it for me, it’s an Omega like her and from one of the packs that I have overlooked when the Alpha constantly asked to be allies with the night walkers pack. Alpha Regan is a popular name amongst packs and even when I fail to relate with other packs so well, I make it a mission to investigate everything about them to decide if they would be a threat to my rule or my pack and eliminate them before they become too strong to cause me trouble. The Wolfsbane pack is quite an impressive pack and many times, its Alpha has reached out to me by sending letters that sometimes never even get to me bec

RAZE“Come, sit.” I beckon to the girl I have been waiting for for so long now in the dining hall of my private home. Her Amber eyes dart across the room, uncertainty dancing inside of them. I watch as she grips the ends of the dress she is wearing tightly, enough to make her knuckles turn ash white against the red material. I want to stand and go to her myself, bring her to sit with me but I know better. She is terrified. It is still there in her eyes and I’m afraid I’d scare her even more as I remember how she flinches at my touch. This is a new one. This feeling of wanting someone to feel something else other than fear for me but it is something expected of an Omega. Submission and fear is a part of them. It is why Alpha Males like me are drawn to them like a moth to a flame. Just like I am now. I am freaking drawn to everything about the omega in front of me. Being battered and covered in bruises earlier didn’t make her any less attractive but now that she’s dressed in the re