All Chapters of Surrogate Bride To The Alpha Stand-in: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Old MountainCedric stood at the base of the ancient mountain, its towering peaks hidden in the haze of a cloudless sky. The summer sun bathed the jagged landscape in gold, casting long shadows over the rough terrain. The mountain loomed like the weary bones of some forgotten titan, its surface scarred by centuries of weather, silent in the wilderness.Cedric, cloaked in the grime of travel, paused and took in the view. His eyes followed the winding path up the mountainside, a dark line leading toward the shadowed peaks.He could’ve shifted into his wolf form and scaled the mountain with ease, but the thought gave him pause. It would tear his clothes to shreds, leaving him exposed. No, he would take the path of human endurance—step by painful step.By the time he reached the upper slopes, the sun had begun its descent, casting the land below in soft amber. His muscles burned from the climb, each movement a reminder of the strain he'd endured.He fumbled for the flask at his side, his

Dark Tower.Lord Rhovan strode into the Sacred Altar, his cloak trailing behind him. The servants bowed low as he passed.“Have you reached her?” he demanded at once.The mage turned slowly, his hands still glowing faintly with lingering power. “Aye, my lord.”Rhovan stepped closer. “Where is she?”The mage closed his eyes, as though reliving the vision. “In a village. A human settlement by the name of Eldenreach.”“That is near…” Rhovan muttered, brows furrowing. “She has been close to us all along.”A faint smile touched the mage’s lips. “The Ancient One wears many faces, my lord. She may walk as any among us.”Rhovan’s gaze sharpened. “It is but a small village. I will seek the human king’s aid in bringing her forth.”The mage’s smile faded. “The crystal can not bind her. She forged it long before our time and she's immune to it.”A heavy silence fell.Frustration darkened Rhovan’s expression. The human king would do nothing. He feared her—as all did—for she could vanish at will. A

It was not the usual strip and turn your back to me.Nor the cold, commanding voice to which she had grown so bitterly accustomed.Scarlet Evadne Duskbane had long resigned herself to the manner in which the Alpha took her—void of tenderness, void of memory. He had forgotten, or perhaps buried, the intimacy of that first night when their bodies had once moved with reverence. And yet now... she was no longer certain.He held her not as a conqueror, but as a man who cherished.His touch—gentle, deliberate. The way a lover might cradle something precious.Though his mismatched eyes remained unreadable, veiling the storm within, his lips met hers.The Alpha had never kissed her before.Why, then, did her heart begin to race?Why do you fret now, Scarlet Evadne Duskbane?Close thine eyes. Let the questions fade.And simply—Feel.As their bodies intertwined, the heat of the moment pulled her deeper. His hands were everywhere, tracing the contours of her skin with a tenderness she had forgo

Magdalena’s chariot rolled to a halt before the grand stone steps of Castle Ethanasius, home of the noble Alpha. Awaiting her arrival were the Lady Luna Selena, the Alpha himself, and the full household—maids in crisp linen, slaves standing in orderly rows, and guards flanking the entrance with solemn posture.The charioteer dismounted with practiced grace, moving swiftly to open the door for his mistress.But ere Magdalena could take his offered hand, a sudden hush swept through the gathering.Alpha Ethanasius himself stepped forward, bypassing the servant with purposeful stride. Without a word, he extended his arm and took Magdalena’s hand, steadying her as she alighted from the carriage. His touch was gentle, reverent even, and all who bore witness to the gesture exchanged glances.A murmur spread like wind through dry leaves, soft and startled.Yet among them, only Luna Selena remained unmoved, her expression unreadable.She stepped forward with poised grace and inclined her head.

Six Years AgoA crash rang through the halls of Duskbane Manor. Then another.The servants lingered at the threshold, none daring to step inside. Within, Lady Scarlet and her uncle, Lord Ronan, were once again locked in a bitter quarrel."You are useless—witless and idle," he thundered, his face mottled with rage. "If you lack the sense to be of worth, then use your body instead. Open your legs if you must!"Scarlet stood her ground, her chin lifted defiantly. "I shall not whore myself for your gain, Uncle. If you so desire a woman to serve your needs, take a wife and beget one yourself."The crack of his palm striking her cheek echoed through the chamber.She staggered back but did not fall."Ungrateful wretch!" he roared. "I have raised you since your feckless father abandoned you at my door. I have made you into something, and this is the thanks I receive? I should—"The door creaked open before he could finish.Silence fell as hurried footsteps crossed the room. A servant bowed lo