All Chapters of The Alpha King's Accidental Surrogate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Authors povOne floor elder yelled. “What do we do?!” The words were heavy in the air.Another elder, a stocky man, gave the table a light smack with his fist. “We get rid of her. Before it’s too late.”Agreeing murmurs moved around the table. Other heads nodded; not all did. Elder Tomas who was present in the meeting, sat at the far end, arms crossed, and said nothing.Finally, the first turned to him. “Tomas. You’ve been quiet. What’s your take?”Tomas exhaled slowly, “My take?” His tone was flat and emotionless. “You’re all insane if you think this is a good idea.”“Insane? Tomas, you saw what she did. You know what she is.”“I know what I saw,” Tomas snapped back. “And I also know what Dante will do if he finds out you even thought about this.”“That’s the problem,” the second elder snapped. “He’s too close to her. He can’t think straight anymore. Someone has to protect the pack from his mistakes.”Tomas stepped up, voice hard as steel. “Protecting the pack by going behind the Alp

Anna’s povHis jaw clenched like he didn’t appreciate being questioned. But he told me.“I was sent.”“Sent by who?” “A name I’m not allowed to say.”I rolled my eyes and laughed, a harsh laugh. “Oh! How lovely. A secret mission.”He didn’t react. Just kept that blank, calm look like nothing I said mattered.“Why are you here?” I repeated, my question more pointed this time.“I am here to give you news.”“News.” I pushed back in the seat, folded my arms. “About what?” “About Dante.”The name hit me like a slap. I blinked at him for a moment before my own panicked thoughts echoed in my head. “Dante?”“Yes.”My hands curled up in my lap. “And what about him? Tell me this news at once. Stop answering me like some damn robot!”The man nodded but before he could say anything I laughed and ugly laugh. “What? He’s missing me? Is he hurt? Just fucking tell me.”He looked at me and his voice dropped even lower. “He’s married.”I must have misheard him. It was like he said Dante had gotten m

Dante’s povThe throne room had that quiet hum it always did in the mornings. Sunlight splashed through the curtains in thin slits, sliced across the marble floor in long gold strips. The air was gently scented of cedar—firewood stacked at one end of the room. I had called Selene here early because I wanted her sharp and without an audience.She was seated into a large chair set opposite me. The questions I asked her were dulling her, hardening those precious expressive eyes.“So,” I began, stretching back in my chair, “patrol gets back, says the southern hunters have been stealing out of the storage houses.”She frowned. “Stealing?”“Meat, pelts, whatever they think they can get away with. They swear they saw it happen, but the hunters deny it. What do you do when handling a case like this?”She blew out a slow breath, eyes narrowing slightly. “First thing I’d do is split them up. Talk to the patrol first, without the hunters there. Get their story straight from them. Then do the sam

Anna’s povThe old man’s lips curled up into a knowing smirk. “Protection disappears when loyalties change, and trust me…” something sinister danced in his eyes as he leaned closer, “…loyalties are easier to change than you might believe.”I was flooded with a sharp rush of curiosity but I kept my face blank.“And why would that be?” I asked. “I thought Elders were always to stay neutral and support their alphas.”He chuckled, low and dry. “Neutrality is a luxury, Anna. One that doesn’t exist when the wrong person is sitting at the Alpha’s side.”I glanced back toward the table of books, then at him again."You think she's the wrong person?""I know she is,” he said, without hesitation. “And so do others.”That… made my smile widen. “Others? You mean there are people in this pack who’d rather see me there?”He didn’t answer but his silence said a lot as I smiled.“That’s… good to know,” I muttered. "You know… I was Luna material months before she came into the picture. Before anyone e

Dante’s pov“I allied us with the rogue for a reason,” I said. It wasn’t a defensive tone because it wasn’t a question—it was a fact. “And I’ll explain it. But not here, and not now.”Tomas kept his gaze locked on mine. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he sniffed and cleaned his nose.“I just hope you have a good reason for this. I swear to the gods, you should have a better reason for this.”“Sure,” was all I could say.I didn’t wait for anything else: the guards were nearly done with the gifts, and I got into the back of the car, palms cool against leather. When the door shut, it did so with a sound that seemed to eat some of the noise outside but my head was too full.“Where to sir?” My driver said as I waved him forward.“The packhouse. I have a meeting there.”He nodded and drove through the roads.The ride back home was longer than usual.All I could think of was Tomas’s words.As much as I understood his point, I needed to hold on tight to my own beliefs. No need t