All Chapters of Surrogate for the Alpha : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

No one seemed to notice the way Mother Seraphine’s lips moved, her voice barely a breath. Lilune. The word slipped into the air like a ghost—but Alex caught it. His sharp ears twitched, and his gaze flicked instantly toward her.His eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring. His fists curled tight at his sides, the tendons in his arms straining. Whatever she had said, he had heard it clear. But Alex held his silence, his expression giving nothing away as he forced his wolf back under control.Meanwhile, Lara stiffened suddenly. Her breath hitched. A ripple of something strange—then strong—moved through her stomach.Her baby.Her hand flew instantly to her bump, her lips parting in shock. She froze in place, her eyes wide.Crane’s head snapped down toward her, his voice instantly firm but layered with concern. “What’s wrong?”Lara blinked at him, breathless. “Umm… the baby… kicked. For the first time…” Her voice broke off in awe.

Miss Jane was closing a patient’s file when her phone buzzed. An unfamiliar number glared on the screen, but something in her chest told her to answer. “Hello?” A low voice slid through the static. “Doctor Jane… or should I say Janeria.” Her legs nearly buckled. She gripped the counter to steady herself. That name. That cursed name. Her voice shook. “You…” “Yes,” the voice confirmed, calm and cold, as if it had been waiting years to speak again. “It’s been a long time.” Jane’s throat constricted. She knew this voice. She knew it too well. Once, she had sworn she would never hear it again, prayed she never would. “Why are you calling me?” she whispered. “After everything… after all that blood—” “We need access to a file. L001C.” Jane’s heart stopped. The old file. The one she had hidden at all costs. Her breath came fast. “No. No, we buried

Jane knelt on the cold stone floor, her palms pressed hard against it as if that could lessen the sting of the invisible force tearing at her skin. Beside her, Marcus stayed on one knee, his broad shoulders tense, every breath ragged. The air trembled with the power radiating from the tall figure seated before them.The Boss’s face remained hidden in the shadow of his hood, but his fury was unmistakable. With a single slam of his hand against the armrest, the walls shook. Jane bit her lip until it bled, refusing to cry out, but Marcus gritted his teeth and bowed lower, shielding her as her body sagged.“Pathetic,” the Boss’s voice lashed like a whip. “You couldn’t guard a single file. Tell me—how am I to trust your efficiency when you can’t keep a scrap of paper safe?”Jane’s arms trembled, the pain pressing her down. At last, she collapsed fully, gasping. Marcus immediately moved, wrapping an arm around her, taking her weight against himself even as the power clawed into his own fles

“Alex. Out.” Crane’s voice was quiet but carried the weight of a command that brooked no argument. He didn’t even look back. Alex’s jaw flexed, the dark smoke around his hands twitching once before he forced it to dissipate. For a heartbeat, something ancient flickered in his eyes—a flash of defiance, maybe fear—but he swallowed it down. “As you wish, Alpha,” he said evenly, stepping backward. Crane didn’t move, his focus still fixed on Lara. Only when the witch had fully retreated did he lean closer, brushing a thumb along Lara’s cheekbone, watching her chest rise and fall. Her breathing was steady now. Awake. Safe. Five minutes passed like slow-turning hours before he finally rose from the bed, every movement reluctant. When he stepped into the hallway, Alex was already waiting like a shadow. “To my study,” Crane

The rain outside came in slow, rhythmic drops, tapping against the wide glass windows of Greyhem’s study. A candle flickered low beside him, the only light in the vast room. Its flame danced over a single object lying on his desk — an old, weathered file marked boldly with red ink: L001C. Greyhem brushed his fingers across the faded cover, smearing away a thin layer of dust. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding, almighty Alpha Crane,” he murmured, his tone both mocking and eager. He undid the string and flipped open the first page. His grin slowly faded as his eyes darted across the yellowed paper — from lines of cryptic text to fragments of ancient scripts he didn’t fully understand. He frowned, leaning closer as a particular passage caught his eye, its ink darker than the rest. > “She who sleeps by the hand of her lover Shall awaken by that same heart in another world. In her awakening, the heavens will tremble, And the veil between