All Chapters of Surrogate for the Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Crane stood at the head of his house like a king without a throne. The walls seemed smaller, the air heavier. His wolf sneered inside him."Stupid… clueless fool. You’ve broken her, now you think she’ll run into your arms?"Downstairs, Alex leaned lazily in his chair, smirking.“You look pale, Alpha. Didn’t sleep well? Or maybe someone’s ignoring you a little too much?”Yousef chuckled. “Give him time, Alex. Our great Alpha will figure out how to win her back. Maybe in the next century.”Crane’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing.The long dining table felt colder than usual. Silver cutlery clinked lightly, the only sound filling the room. Then the soft steps came — Lara and Peter.She sat gracefully, her head lowered, not sparing Crane even a glance.Crane cleared his throat. “Good morning, Lara.”She raised her spoon, sipped quietly, and continued eating as though no voice had spoken.The s

The study was dimly lit, shadows stretching against the walls as Crane sat stiffly in his chair, staring at nothing. His jaw was tight, his eyes clouded, but the storm brewing inside him was loud enough for Alex to hear without words.Alex leaned against the edge of the desk, arms folded. “Alpha,” he started softly, “you have to let go of Lilune. She belongs in your past. What you’re doing now… it’s not just hurting you, it’s crushing her.” He pointed his chin toward the hallway where Lara’s scent lingered. “That fragile human you brought here—our Luna—she didn’t ask for this pain. And she doesn’t deserve it.”Crane’s lips pressed into a hard line. He said nothing, his wolf growling lowly inside, restless.Alex sighed, pushing on. “She hasn’t eaten properly in days. Peter said she barely touches her food, and you know what that means. A wolf pup isn’t just affected by blood—it feels everything the mother feels. Every tear, every hunger pang, every doubt… the pup feels it all. Is that

It was Friday evening when James finally picked up his phone and dialed Vince’s number. His hands were clammy, but his voice tried to stay steady. After three rings, the line connected.Vince’s chuckle was the first thing that came through, low and victorious. Click. He ended the call without a word.James clenched his jaw, the sound of that laugh already crawling under his skin. Twenty minutes later, the crunch of tires on gravel signaled the arrival of a sleek black car. Without a word from the driver, James slid in, the air inside reeking faintly of leather and smoke.They drove in silence until the mansion loomed into view — Vince’s mansion, broad and menacing, every corner screaming of the wealth and power James could never quite grasp.At the entrance, Vince was already waiting, arms casually crossed, a wide grin splitting his face.“When I didn’t hear anything from you on Wednesday,” Vince drawled, his voice smooth but laced with m

The night was silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves swaying under the moonlight. Lara sat by the window, absently running a brush through her long hair. She wasn’t truly brushing—her hand moved slowly, distractedly, while her eyes remained fixed on the silver-lit garden. The loneliness pressing in on her chest was suffocating, yet pride kept her walls high. Outside her door, Crane paced for the third time that night. His wolf was restless, clawing at his chest with every step he took away from her door. The bond screamed at him, urging him to go in, to see her, to hear her voice. Peter, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, finally broke the silence. “Alpha, you’ll wear the floor down if you keep at it.” Crane shot him a sharp glance, but the truth in Peter’s words only made his jaw tighten. Without another word, he gave in. His knuckles rapped softly against her door. Inside, Lara froze. Her hand stilled mid-stroke, the brush tangled in her hair. Her heart thu

The days were lighter now. Crane stayed home, working from his study while Alex and Yousef handled the office, only coming back to report. They all had eyes in Greyhem’s territory, waiting, watching—ready for the smallest slip.One morning, Yousef teased Crane with a reckless joke that earned him a deep growl from the Alpha’s chest. Laughing like a madman, Yousef bolted out of the study before Crane could chase him.The door opened then, and everything in Crane stilled.Lara stepped in, her glow as soft and dangerous as sunlight.“Hey,” she said, tilting her head, “what are you doing today?”Crane shut his laptop immediately, golden eyes already fixed on her.“I’m free. What do you want, huh?” His voice dipped low.She smirked, sliding her hand into the crook of his arm, tugging gently until he stood.They walked together toward the kitchen, and Crane frowned—not out of anger, but suspicion.“We’re goin