All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

{Lisa’s POV}“Elder Veyra… and Elder Kal.”The room felt smaller after Heri’s words. I had thought nothing could rattle me more than watching her little body shake with visions that belonged to someone else, but when her lips formed those names, my breath caught like a hiccup in my throat.The fire hissed at the same moment, a sharp crack echoing like it was reacting to the revelation just like everyone else. Especially Ronan.It felt different having a gnawing suspicion you knew was true… and actually confirming that suspicion as reality.Silence stretched for a while. Damon was frozen at the edge of the room. Ronan went still, his fists slowly unclenching, though his eyes burned brighter than before. Calista leaned forward, gaze locked on Heri as though confirming something she had suspected.“So it was them,” Ronan muttered finally. His tone didn't sound heated. But I could feel the killing intent overflowing from him. “The very ones meant to guard him.”Calista inhaled, attempted

{Lisa’s POV}The days that followed Calista’s departure were some of the calmest we had experienced this entire trip.I stayed by Heri's side as much as I could, humming songs, tunes and melodies I was fond of. Especially a song from when I was younger, Star Shopping by Lil Peep. I hadn’t heard it in ages, but it still felt calming to hum, and Heri seemed to enjoy it too.She was conscious now, though the strength in her limbs hadn’t fully returned. Her eyes followed me curiously when I moved, but she spoke sparingly, as though words were a burden. It reminded me of when we first met, when I thought she simply couldn’t speak. Back then, she had looked at me like I was a stranger she couldn’t decide on trusting. And to be fair… I was. To think we bonded so much in such little time.“.... look at the sky tonight, all of those stars have a reason.” I whispered while she rested beside me. On the other hand Ronan sat with Damon at the table. I stared at them through the open doorway.“We h

{Lisa’s POV}The first thing I noticed was the smell. Warm bread, something faintly sweet, and the earthy trace of coffee that followed it. All of it extremely mouth watering.When I opened my eyes, a tray sat neatly on the table beside the bed. Porridge, bread still soft from the heat, and a slice of fruit cut so carefully I could already guess who had done it.A smile tugged at my lips. “Oh Ronan.”I didn't waste any time digging in, but I ate slowly, savoring the thoughtfulness more than the food itself. It was one of those gestures that stayed with me, reminding me that beneath the Alpha, beneath the strategist, was a man who still thought of these little things. He proved it time and time again until I simply lost track. It felt like a novel experience each time.“Mhmmm.” I moaned, licking my fingers multiple times over. His cooking skills really did outmatch mine. But I couldn't let him know that. I'd definitely find a way to pay him back for all this and more.When I was done,

{Lisa’s POV}The search for a room began the way most things between Ronan and me did… with an argument that wasn’t really an argument, but one of those back-and-forths that made me want to strangle him and laugh at the same time.“My room… former room would be perfect, but… uhmm, I don’t think she'll like it.” I started.“She should be close to us,” I said firmly, arms crossed as I leaned against the banister. “It makes sense. If she needs anything at night, I don’t want her wandering halfway across the estate.”Ronan’s eyes flicked up from the hallway he had been surveying. “The estate is not a maze, Lisa. I'm sure she'll be fine.”“Not to you,” I shot back. “You probably grew up here or orr, your werewolf senses are just sharper. So the space isn't as confusing.”I paused to emphasise my point, then added. “She didn’t, and neither did I. And don't bring up the fact she's a werewolf. In essence, my point is, neither of us would know left from right if we don't have a detailed map. S

{Ronan’s POV}By the time the paint buckets, brushes and rollers were taken out and the furniture was shifted, the room looked like it had always belonged to Heri. She sat on the bed, swinging her legs and hugging the quilt Lisa had chosen. I should have been relieved that we had finally settled her in, but when Lisa announced she was going to stay with Heri tonight, I caught myself staring at the doorway to our own room down the hall. We had yet to step into it, yet to claim it together, yet to make it ours. Instead, my wife smiled as though the decision was final, and I didn’t argue. I only nodded and kissed the side of her head, letting her walk away with the girl.I found myself wandering to my study. The heavy door creaked open, and the familiar scent of oak and leather washed over me.A wave of comfort I'd long forgotten hit, so sudden and deep that it nearly took me off balance. This was mine. My space. The shelves still carried the weight of years… and documents… the desk stil