All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lisa’s POVThe ride out of the villa felt… weirdly normal. Like we weren’t three mismatched pieces stitched together by accident and fate. Like we weren’t lugging around secrets, scars, and unspoken promises. Just a man, a woman, and a kid in the backseat of a car.Ronan drove with that steady, sure-handed way he always did—calm, like nothing outside the glass could touch us. My elbow leaned on the door, chin propped in my hand, watching the city slowly unfurl. New Haven was… confusing. Streets that curved and folded into each other like puzzles, shop signs I didn’t recognize, people dressed in colors and cuts I couldn’t place.And yet—traffic lights. Crosswalks. Cafés with tables spilling onto sidewalks. A busker with a guitar.“Is this…” I leaned forward, squinting as a family crossed the street ahead of us, laughing. “Is this a normal city?”“It’s New Haven,” Ronan said simply, eyes flicking to the mirror before changing lanes.“Yeah but…” I gestured at the window. “This is, like,

Lisa’s POVThe ride home felt like one of those half-dreams, you know? Where everything’s quiet and soft and you’re floating but also heavy. Heri was knocked out in the back seat, fox plush mashed up under her chin, mouth just barely open like a little kid who’d played too hard.I kept twisting around to look at her, just… just to make sure. That she was really sleeping. That she was breathing. That she was there.Ronan kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other on the gear. Focused. The hum of the road filled up the silence. Damon’s bike headlights blinked in the rearview, steady as a shadow tailing us.By the time we pulled up to the villa, my neck was stiff from watching Heri. “Ah, crap,” I whispered when I tried to move. “Ow—why do I do this to myself—”Ronan killed the engine. “You don’t have to crane around every five seconds.”“Yes, I do,” I snapped softly. “She’s—she’s little. She’s tired. She’s—”He just gave me that look. The quiet one. The one that says I’m not arguing bu

Lisa’s POVMy throat was tight, like I’d swallowed glass. I couldn’t move, not really, not when that weight pressed the men down. It wasn’t mine, wasn’t me, and still it was here—thick, suffocating.Heri pressed closer, her fur brushing my leg, trembling. Then—crack. Her bones started snapping again, sharp, awful sounds. I gasped, stepping back.“Wha—Heri, wait—”Her small wolf form twisted, stretched, and within seconds she was back. A little girl again, kneeling in the dirt, hair a mess, sweat sticking to her temples. She was breathing hard, clutching her chest.Her eyes—confused. Too confused.She looked around, wild, blinking like she’d just woken up. Her gaze darted from the groaning men to the forest shadows, then landed on me.“Li…sa?” Her voice cracked. Small. Trembling. “W-what’s… wh-where are we? Whaaaat’s happening? Why are we… in the… forest?”Her confusion hit me like a slap.“What—” I croaked, then clamped my mouth shut. My lips trembled. “You… you don’t… you don’t know?

Lisa’s POVWhen my eyes blinked open again, light stabbed at me. Not soft dawn light — no, full-on, bright, burning sunshine pouring through the curtains. My first thought was— what time is it? My second was— wait, I actually slept?I rolled to the side, squinting at the clock on the nightstand. The red digits glared back.“10:03…”I sat up so fast the blanket tangled around my legs and nearly sent me face-first into the floor. “Wh-what?! Ten??! No way—” My hands scrambled through my hair like maybe it would help me think clearer. “Ohhh crap crap crap, it’s—late, it’s… waaay late, oh God…”My chest squeezed, that cold reminder washing back in. Last night. The forest. Heri. The men. The suffocating weight. My breath hitched, and suddenly it all came tumbling back at once.I clutched the blanket to my chest. “No, no, don’t—don’t think about it right now… calm down, Lisa, urmm, just… just breathe, ahhh…”Before I could spiral further, a sound made me freeze.The bathroom door clicked ope

Lisa’s POVThe dishes were still clinking faintly in the sink when Ronan stood up, chair legs scraping the floor in that decisive alpha way he always did things. His expression was sharp, already distant, like his head was two steps ahead of us, plotting the next move.“Damon,” he said, voice calm but commanding, “let’s go.”Go? Go where? My brain scrambled. And then it hit me—oh no no no no no—“Wait, wait, hold on.” I pushed up so fast my chair nearly tipped. “Go? As in—leave leave? Right now?? Without—without me??”Ronan barely even looked at me. Just grabbed his coat off the back of the chair like I hadn’t just squeaked myself into near-collapse. “Yes.”My mouth dropped open. “Wh—WHAT?! Excuse me?! You—you can’t just—”He finally glanced at me, one brow arching in that annoying I’ve already made my decision way. “Lisa. Stay here. Rest.”Rest?! Ohhh nooo. Nope nope nope. “Urmm—ahhh—rest?? After you just dropped a BOMB about creepy elder guys and mysterious alpha marks and scary aur