All Chapters of Surrogate Bride To The Alpha Stand-in: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The festival was fast approaching, and the entire pack buzzed with anticipation. Maidens flocked to their favorite dress shops, selecting the finest fabrics and embroidery for the grand occasion. The town square was alive with excitement, the scent of fresh flowers and baked goods filling the air as preparations continued in full swing.In the heart of the bustling town, a group of women gathered inside an elegant dress shop, their fingers tracing the delicate fabrics as they whispered amongst themselves."Whose dress will be the most stunning this year?" one of them mused aloud."If Lady Ravena doesn't return home this year, then it's definitely Lady Scarlet," another replied confidently.A few nodded in agreement, their eyes sparkling with excitement. But their chatter quickly took a darker turn."I heard Lydia Voss is returning to the territory for the first time in years," a young woman interjected.The mood shifted instantly. Faces hardened, and an air of resentment settled over

"I have your dress for the night, Luna," Milicent announced as she walked in, carefully wheeling in a wooden dress stand draped with a black cloth.Lena, lost in thoughts of Vargr, let out a quiet sigh. "What if I say I don't want to go?"Milicent gasped, immediately dropping to her knees. "The Alpha will have my head for not persuading you, Luna. Please rethink your decision."Lena blinked, startled by the dramatic display. Quickly, she rushed forward, grasping Milicent's arms and pulling her up. "Stop that. You know I can't stand seeing you beg like this," she scolded, though a small smile tugged at her lips.Milicent grinned, knowing her tactic had worked. "Even if that was a little much, the Alpha won't be pleased if you refuse to attend. And besides, are you not looking forward to seeing your mother? It's been a month since you last saw her."Lena’s smile disappeared instantly. That woman. The devil who had sold her here instead of her own daughter. The reminder left a bitter tas

High Lord Rhovan finally spoke.His voice, smooth as silk yet edged with hidden thorns, carried over the gathered leaders.“I have heard,” he said, his eyes glinting with unspoken intent, “that you have taken a Luna from the Crimson Moon Pack. From the household of Beta Lydia, no less.”The words were a dagger wrapped in velvet.Alpha Darius, lifting his goblet, paused mid-drink. The firelight caught the sharp angles of his face, casting shifting shadows over his unreadable expression. He lowered the cup slowly, not a flicker of emotion betraying his thoughts.“Well,” he said at last, voice steady. “It was a truce between us.”A hush settled over the festival grounds.“Our pack,” Darius continued, “was simply doing them a favor by eliminating the rogues that plagued their lands.” He let the weight of his words settle before delivering the final blow. “Nothing comes for free.”Murmurs rippled through the gathered Alphas, some nodding in grim understanding, others exchanging wary glance

The ritual ground stretched wide, a sacred space carved into the heart of the forest. Thousands of pack members filled it, their presence a living, breathing force that pulsed under the crimson glow of the Blood Moon. The towering trees that encircled the grounds swayed as if moved by an unseen power, their ancient roots thrumming with the energy of generations past.At the center stood the sacred fire, its flames licking the air, casting flickering shadows across the four towering stone pillars that surrounded it. Each pillar bore ancient carvings of wolves mid-transformation, their snarling faces and clawed hands reaching toward the heavens. The stones vibrated with magic, their runes pulsing in rhythm with the pounding hearts of those gathered.The alphas and lunas stood closest to the fire, their gazes locked on the ritualists. Behind them, the betas, elders, and warriors formed a perfect circle, each rank positioned according to their standing within the pack. The rest of the wol

"And?" Lord Rhovan asked, pausing mid-pour as the tea streamed into his cup."Then he ran," Varian answered.Silence settled between them.The only sound was the faint trickle of liquid until Lord Rhovan finished pouring and set the jar down with a deliberate thud."You didn’t follow him?" he asked, tracing the rim of his cup with a thoughtful finger.Varian lowered his head. "I did. But he vanished without a trace. No scent. Too fast."Lord Rhovan exhaled slowly. "He knew he was being watched. That’s why he didn’t shift." His fingers tapped against the porcelain. "I think we were wrong about Darius. He’s not a man-wolf. If he was, the Blood Moon would have forced him into ancestral sleep by then."A weighted silence stretched between them as he took a slow sip of his tea.Then, with a smirk, he set the cup down lightly."What about the substitute? Any word on her wound?""Nothing. The castle is silent about it."Lord Rhovan’s smirk deepened. "Then he intends to handle it in secret."