Todos os capítulos de The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

{Ronan's POV}“I want you to find out about Heri,” Ronan said.I blinked, sure I’d misheard. “What?”He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s the only way. We know almost nothing about her. She doesn’t talk much. If she’s hiding something, it’s going to come out when she’s comfortable.”I tilted my head. “...And how exactly am I supposed to make her ‘comfortable’? She barely talks to me either.”“She will. It's you, come on. Heritage will open up to you. You just need to be around her, spend time with her… see what she says. Or does. Get as much information as you can.”I crossed my arms. “So… you want me to interrogate a kid?”He corrected. “Not interrogate… observe. Plus, you can do it all from home. No danger, no going out. Just… be you.”I groaned but nodded. “Fine. I’ll do what I can.”A smirk tugged at his mouth. “That’s my girl.”Before I could react to that little claim, his hands shot forward and tickled my sides. I yelped and squirmed, pushing at

{Lisa’s POV}By the time the clock struck twelve I was already dressed in some dark jeans and a fitted jacket, hair tied back to keep it out of my face. My pulse was steady, though I could feel the fine tension humming through my limbs. “Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.” I repeated like a mantra.I checked her room and she was gone, just in time too.I waited five full minutes, eyes flicking between the clock and the darkness beyond her window. Then I slipped outside her room into the hall, and out the front door.Hopefully this ensures she doesn't suspect anything.The cool air hit my face as soon as I stepped outside, carrying the faint scent of plants and some other notes I couldn’t tell apart. But I couldn’t focus on those now, Heritage already half a block ahead.I kept my pace slow enough to stay invisible but quick enough to hold her in sight. And even when I lost her, I could rely on the tracker to keep me updated.The town was quiet at this hour, yet it seemed just as busy. I hadn

Ronan’s POVHow…I stood there staring at it, my breath stuck halfway in my chest. The damn house hadn’t been there a second ago. Empty street, shuttered shops, not even a cat around. And then—just like that—it was sitting there like it had always been part of the block.I rubbed my eyes once, twice. Didn’t change. Same crooked shutters. Same slanted roof. Same warped sign with its peeling paint. I didn’t even need to compare it to Lisa’s picture—I knew. This was the place.My instincts screamed to back away. To turn around, pretend I hadn’t seen it, and run straight home. Every hair on my arms was standing. My wolf was pacing inside me, unsettled. But curiosity, yeah, that old poison—it pulled me forward.I crept closer, slow steps, like if I moved too fast the whole thing would vanish again. The street was too quiet. No wind. No sound. Even my footsteps felt like they didn’t belong.The cracked front door was half open, tilted on its rusty hinges. It creaked once as if breathing. My

Lisa’s POVI didn’t touch it right away. The tea had gone from steaming to lukewarm by the time I finally curled my fingers around the cup, as if holding it might anchor me. But it didn’t. The warmth seeped into my palms, and still I felt cold.The toast sat there on the plate, edges dark and flaking. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was almost absurd—something so small, so harmless. Bread. Burnt. Nothing more. And yet it sat like a question in front of me, one I couldn’t answer without stepping into a place I wasn’t sure I wanted to go.The creak of a chair startled me. Heri had come back. She carried another plate—this time with her own toast, almost identical, except the edges weren’t as charred. The bread looked uneven, hand-cut, not perfect. But edible.She set her plate down across from me and sat, moving with a strange deliberateness. Not rushed. Not clumsy. But careful. Measured.Her eyes weren’t on the food. They were on me.I felt it before I understood it—she was waiting.

Lisa’s POVThe silence between us held for a beat too long. My promise still stung on my tongue, the weight of it pressing like a rock in my chest. I wanted to take it back. I wanted to shake him and shout that I would follow him, no matter what, no matter where, even if it was into whatever hinge-thing Damon had whispered about.But I didn’t. I just stood there, arm brushing his, feeling him tremble like a live wire.Then—sudden, sharp—he turned.“Let’s go out.”I blinked. “What?”“Out.” His voice clipped, decisive. “All of us. New Haven. Explore. Walk. Breathe something that isn’t this air.”My mouth opened. Closed. “Wait—like… now?”“Yes. Now.” He didn’t look at me, eyes scanning the street like he was daring it to stop him. “Before the day disappears. Before my head disappears.”I almost laughed, but it came out a choked little sound. “That’s… that’s a terrible reason, Ronan.”“Maybe.” He finally glanced at me, a half-smile twitching but not landing. “But it’s reason enough.”I ru