All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ronan’s POVThe air in the elder’s sitting room was heavy. Too heavy. It clung to my lungs like damp cloth, choking without pressure.The elder sat hunched, his hand still trembling slightly against his knee. His wife hovered near the door, fussing with a tray she didn’t really want to carry. Damon was watching—eyes sharp, like he was waiting for the elder to slip and reveal something else.My jaw locked. I couldn’t shake it. That voice. Heri’s voice. The echo of it still pulsed in my skull, haunting, taunting. And that damn house.“Alpha Ronan,” the elder rasped, his voice cracked but steadying. “What I’ve said… that is all you can take from me.”“Take?” I echoed, my tone sharper than I intended. “Or all you’re willing to give?”His eyes flicked up. For a second—just a second—there was defiance there. A flash of something old and unbending.Then it faded. He exhaled, long and ragged. “Sometimes… the burden of knowing is heavier than ignorance.”My hands curled into fists. “Then let m

Lisa’s POVWe marched into the villa like some weird little parade—Ronan in front, all broody shoulders and silent menace, Damon gliding in with his eternal “I’m too calm for this” vibe, Heri at my side clutching my hand like it was a tether, and me… stomping. Because stomping was the only way I wasn’t going to start screaming again.The air inside was warm, too warm. The kind of heat that stuck to your skin and made your heart hammer worse. I wanted to sit. I wanted to stand. I wanted to grab Ronan and shake him until answers fell out of his mouth like coins out of a busted vending machine.Instead, he stopped in the living room, right by the couch, and turned like he was about to deliver some grave, world-shattering speech. Damon leaned on the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Heri perched at the edge of an armchair, small, waiting.Me? I plopped onto the couch, crossed my arms, and glared at Ronan like, all right, mister, the floor is yours—spill the secrets.The silence stretched.A

Lisa’s POV(LAST NIGHT) Yeah the part I didn't tell heri earlier.“Alright dinner ready” calling Ronan's attention. “who's hungry?”.We had dinner. It's wasn't really much, but at least our stomach was filled and full.We cleaned up fast, the four of us moving like some weird domestic squad—Ronan washing, Damon drying, me “accidentally” breaking a plate (don’t ask), and Heri shuffling off toward the couch, blinking slow and heavy like a baby bird ready to keel over.By the time we all plopped down in the sitting room, she was already curling into a ball against the armrest, her little book sliding out of her hands.Her eyes blinked—once, twice—and then drooped.“Urmm,” I leaned over, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “Hey. You okay?”She mumbled something unintelligible, probably “I’m awake,” which was a bald-faced lie because ten seconds later her breathing went soft and steady. Out like a light.“Figures,” Damon muttered, settling in his chair like a carved statue. “Children s

Lisa’s POVThe second I hung up with Mrs. Jocelyn, I made a decision. A very mature decision.I was not—repeat, NOT—going to talk to Ronan.Nope. Nada. Zilch.If he wanted to toss me under the conversational bus with my poor, sweet Mrs. J, then fine. He could live with the consequences.So when he leaned slightly closer, like he was about to say something?I tilted my head the other way and cooed at Heri instead.“So! Heri. Sweetheart. Do you want to sit by the window when we get on the plane? You’ll see the clouds up close!”Her face lit up like a sparkler. “Yes, yes, yes! Clouds! Can I? Can I really?”“Of course you can,” I said sweetly, deliberately ignoring the Alpha-sized shadow glowering beside me. “You can even steal my spot if you want.”Heri clapped her hands, giggling. “Yay!”Ronan cleared his throat. “Lisa—”“Oops,” I cut him off, patting Heri’s hair. “Did you bring your book? The one with the fairy-tale wolves?”“Uh-huh! In my bag!”“Perfect! You can read it on the flight.

{Ronan’s POV}Canada this season always seemed lively for some reason. Even night time seemed a bit brighter than usual.By the time we reached the safe house, the sky had dipped into a dull yet warm gray. The stone cottage sat crouched on the hillside.“Home sweet safe house,” Damon muttered as he cut the engine. His tone was dry, but I could tell he was very much alert. As always.Heri leaned forward between the seats, eyes wide as she stared at the place. “It looks like a m—movie set.”“It does… artistic eye, Heri.” I said as I pushed open my door.Heri slipped out after Lisa, her small shoes crunching on gravel. She didn’t say anything after that, she just tilted her head back to look at the heavy timbers and the old windows. But her tired face still betrayed her excitement.Inside, the place was simple. A narrow hallway opened to a living space with a tall fireplace, Despite its age, it felt lived in.Nothing about the space looked off. Except maybe the wards we passed outside…S