All Chapters of SURROGATE MOTHER TO THE ALPHA PUP: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The afternoon sun bathed the Great Keep in a warm, golden hue as the entire court gathered in the inner courtyard. Word of my son's arrival had spread through the Citadel like wildfire, and noble lords and common citizens alike had gathered to glimpse the young prince who carried both northern royal blood and southern Alpha legacy.Callum stepped up to Zephyr, giving his Alpha a broad smile and a firm grip on the arm. "You look good in silk, Zephyr. Though I must admit, I miss having you in the front lines shouting orders."Zephyr chuckled, clapping Callum on the shoulder. "Don't get too comfortable, Callum. Being King means twice as much paperwork and five times as many politicians. I might trade it all back for a good fight in the woods.""Don't let High King Arthur hear you say that," I teased, stepping closer while holding baby Zephyr tightly in my arms. Mrs. Lloyd stood right next to me, fussing over the baby's blankets to make sure the chilly northern wind didn't reach him.

Following the grand coronation, the palace grounds were filled with joyous festivities that lasted late into the evening. Feasts were held in every district of the Citadel, music played continuously in the courtyards, and barrels of rich northern wine were opened for all citizens to enjoy.Inside the palace's grand ballroom, chandeliers lit by warm golden candles cast a soft glow over the dancing couples. Zephyr led me onto the polished dance floor, his large hand fitting comfortably around my waist as we glided gracefully to the rhythmic melody played by the royal musicians."You dance surprisingly well for an Alpha who spent his life in battle suits," I joked, resting my hand on his broad shoulder."I had a very good teacher during our travel north," Zephyr replied with a mischievous wink. "Besides, when my partner is the most captivating Queen in the world, it's easy to look good."I blushed slightly, resting my head against his chest as we spun across the floor. "I keep waitin

A week had passed since the awakening of the Sun Crystal, and the entire Northern Realm was undergoing a miraculous transformation. The harsh winter winds had softened into a gentle spring breeze, and the frozen rivers that surrounded the Citadel had begun to thaw, their clear waters flowing freely through the vast valley.Life in the palace was busy but peaceful. Every day, Zephyr and I sat in the Grand Council Chamber, listening to petitions from noble lords, resolving border disputes between packs, and organizing relief supplies for small villages that had suffered under the Syndicate's past cruelty.One sunny afternoon, I was sitting in the private royal garden, watching baby Zephyr play on a soft velvet blanket spread over the grass. Mrs. Lloyd was sitting nearby, knitting a tiny woolen sweater while humming a cheerful southern melody.Zephyr walked into the garden, looking relaxed and content. He had discarded his heavy royal mantle, wearing only a casual linen shirt and trou

The evening sky turned a rich shade of deep indigo as the first stars began to twinkle over the high towers of the Royal Citadel. Inside the grand dining hall, a small, intimate dinner was being held for our closest family and friends to celebrate baby Zephyr's first birthday. The long oak table was laden with delicious food—roasted meats, sweet fruit tarts, fresh cheeses, and warm honey cakes. Callum, Elder Vance, Mrs. Lloyd, Commander Talia, and High King Arthur were all gathered around the table, laughing and sharing stories from the past year.Baby Zephyr sat in a small wooden high chair right beside me, happily smearing sweet berry jam all over his face while giggling loudly. Everyone in the room burst into laughter at the hilarious sight. 'He certainly has his father's messy eating habits!' Callum joked, raising his glass of wine in a cheerful toast.'Hey! I'll have you know my table manners are impeccable now,' Zephyr protested good-naturedly, though he couldn't hide the mass

Night had fully fallen over the Citadel by the time I returned to our private suite. A small fire crackled warmly in the fireplace, casting cozy yellow light across the room. Zephyr was sitting on the edge of the large bed, gently rocking baby Zephyr, who was already half-asleep in his arms.I closed the door quietly, stepping over to sit beside them on the soft mattress. Zephyr looked up, noticing the small leather book held tightly in my hands and the trace of tears on my cheeks.'Veronica? Is everything alright?' he asked quietly, his eyes full of immediate concern.'Everything is wonderful,' I whispered, smiling through my tears. 'High King Arthur gave me my mother's journal.'Zephyr's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He carefully laid sleeping baby Zephyr down in his wooden crib nearby before returning to sit close beside me. He wrapped a supportive arm around my shoulder, pulling me against his warm chest.'Do you want to open it together?' he asked softly.I nodded, car