All Chapters of ALPHA KAI'S SURROGATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Seline. I notice Austin glancing in my direction, and I look away from him, forcing my tone to be casual. “Just another stranger. Hey, Luther!”Luther is another bartender who is wiping some tables right now. I jerk my head in Austin’s direction, and Luther frowns, clearly wondering why I’m not serving him when I only have one customer at the bar.When he returns to wiping tables, I stiffen. However, I keep my voice light.“Be right back then.”I walk over to Austin. “What can I get ya?”My tone is cool, and while it’s difficult, I hold his amber gaze that is probing into mine for some reason.Does he really expect me to break and cry?He’s become a regular here in the past week or so, and each time we cross paths, he looks surprised. What does he think I’ll do? Quit my job because of him just to avoid him? Selfish, arrogant prick.He takes too long in answering me, and I point at the menu on the board.“Tell me when you’re ready then.”That said, I go back to where the warlock is si

Seline.“Everything okay?”He has a few sips left to his drink. Aside from him the whole bar is empty.“Y-yeah.” I look over to see that Gina had already wiped the tables and chairs. Grateful for her oversight, I begin picking up the chairs and putting them on the tables.I’m just so tired.“Here.” Something that looks like a toffee is thrust in front of me.I stare at the bright colored packaging. “Uh"“It’ll make you feel better.” Sam winks at me.There’s nothing flirtatious in his mannerisms towards me, just an open kindness. I know I should reject the sweet. Better safe than sorry. But at this point, I would gladly accept poison.“Thanks.” I take the sweet from him.He blinks. “I was sure you would hesitate at least. You know, candies from strangers.”I laugh lightly, unwrapping the sticky candy, “After the kind of days I’ve been having, I wish somebody would knock me off.”I see the smile slip from his face.My stomach gurgles and he frowns. “You’ve not eaten?”“No, I"It gurgles

Seline. They’re looking at me as if I have a say in the matter, as if I’m part of the decision making board. It’s strange. I remember how the juveniles at my old pack used to beat me and harass me any chance they got, simply because I was a hybrid. So to see these ones treating me with respect and as if I’m not just a worthless creature like everyone in my life has thought of me makes something in my heart tighten.I shrug. “That’s up to your Alpha.” I expect Austin to refuse, but to my surprise, he studies me. “Is that okay with you?”I nod, not trusting myself to speak.I thought he wanted me to be as far away from his pack as possible.Thankfully, Loyd doesn’t volunteer his own juveniles, which is fine because I don’t really like them.“Why don’t you lot go outside?” Austin looks at the teenagers. “I need to have a word with Seline in private.”The boys traipse outside, and when Loyd doesn’t move, Austin nudges his head to the side and I follow him reluctantly. Before he can say

Seline. My head whips to the side, and I see a group of women standing there, watching me, sneers on their faces. Wolf shifters.I don’t even need to ask which pack they’re affiliated with.“Can I help you?” I ask sourly, not in the mood.They’re all quite pretty in that bitchy mean. girl way, with lustrous hair, red lips, flawless skin. Or maybe I’m just irritated by their presence.The women exchange a look. They don’t have to say it, but I know they’re looking down on me. Their obvious leader takes a step forward, her tone mocking, “Not really. We just wanted to see for ourselves why Austin would reject his fated mate. I mean,” she titters, covering her mouth, her eyes malicious as they gaze at me, “there had to be something wrong with you, right? For your own fated mate to reject you? There had to be something lacking in you. But now, I get it. It’s not just your fading looks.”The other women jeer at the words while I stand there silently, my lips pressed into a thin line. “Are

Seline At some point, I remember the soup and my stomach gurgles. I grab the back of the chair to get to my feet and wince when my body throbs. A. glance in the cracked hallway mirror reveals two black eyes, a swollen face that is riddled with bruises, and scratches under my eye where their nails caught against my skin.I use the wall for support as I make my way towards the front door where I had dropped the container of soup. When I reach it, I stare down, feeling hollow.It’s spilled all over the floor.I sink to the ground, my body moving of its own accord, and I scoop some if it up in my hand and drink it. I do it two times before feeling the taste of my own tears mixing in it. That’s when I give up, leaning against the front door.My injured hands cover my mouth as I scream and scream, loud sobs leaving my mouth as I curl into a ball.I’m crying over the spilled soup, my dinner. And yet, I know that’s not the real reason.My heart hurts. It aches like someone is shredding it i