Semua Bab The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Bab 141 - Bab 150

{Lisa’s POV}I woke restless. The air around the house felt heavy, as though something unseen pressed against the walls. ‘I'm just restles. Nothing more.’ I tried to comfort myself.Ronan had left earlier, and though he told me not to worry, his absence gnawed at me. I kept catching myself pacing the same stretch of hall, fingers brushing along my ring, wondering what might be happening wherever he had gone. My hand drifted to my stomach, the small curve that reminded me I wasn’t alone. That thought steadied me a bit. If I couldn’t find calm for myself, then I would at least do it for the baby.‘Hey there little guy… or girl. I keep calling you a boy cause I know you'll be big and strong like your dad.’After more rounds of babytalk than I'm willing to admit, I forced myself to sit by the window, sipping the cocoa someone had left for me… but the warmth did little to quiet the storm of thoughts in my head. I thought of my own words to Ronan only last night, that he needed to trust me

{Lisa’s POV}“Mhmmm. That's what I'm talking about.” I yawned as I rolled in bed. Moving from side to side, as if there were to egde. Ronan had really been hugging this beauty all this while.“I'll definitely lock him out for that.” Murmuring as I stretched, my body spasmed. The kind that came with an entirely sublime sweetness from completing the motion.The morning chill carried a new kind of clarity. It felt like my body finally matched the determination that had burned in my chest the day… and night before. I woke earlier than usual, earlier even than the estate’s steady rhythm of footsteps and hushed conversations.After a quick breakfast, careful preparations and checking on Heri, I found myself standing in front of Red Loom before the doors had even fully opened.If Selena thought she would keep the stage to herself, she was sorely mistaken.Inside, the familiar scent of fabric dyes and polished wood greeted me. The studio hummed with the kind of early chaos that promised a pro

{Ronan’s POV}The air still burned in my lungs as I dropped from a run into a slow stride. The rubble of the collapsed building was far behind me now, the dust fading off my skin with each step.My body was slick with sweat, my breaths heavy, but my pace never faltered. Across my shoulders, Elder Veyra hung limp and silent, his weight nothing compared to what he had tried to orchestrate.By the time the estate came into view, I had forced myself back into my human form. The transition left my muscles aching in that bone-deep way only wolves knew, but it was better to arrive here human than hulking. My clothes… what was left of them… clung to my skin, torn and dirt-stained, barely in place.The gates opened before me, and Colt and Sean were already there, waiting like sentinels. Damon stood just behind them, arms crossed, his gaze steady as I approached.Without a word, I shifted Veyra off my shoulder, letting Colt and Sean take his body between them. “Take him to that place. Make sure

{Ronan’s POV}Even as Damon continued, my mind was racing.His words cut into me like claws. Lisa. Hospital. Incident at Red Loom. I heard every syllable yet it felt unreal, as if the air itself had thickened and slowed time around me. A moment ago my thoughts had been on contracts, alliances, and strategies that could turn the tide against Lucien. All of it evaporated in a heartbeat.I forced my face into composure, schooling every line into calm. Panic wanted to claw its way out of my chest, but I locked it down. Showing weakness in front of another Alpha, even a potential ally, was not an option. I turned on my heel and stepped back into the lodge where Allaric still sat waiting, the contracts open on the table. His eyes flicked from me to Damon, catching the tension.“I have something urgent to attend to,” I said evenly. My tone gave nothing away, though inside I was barely holding steady. “We will continue this discussion soon.”Allaric studied me for a long moment, then gave a s

{Ronan’s POV}I'd done my best to keep her calm. But the moment I left Lisa’s side at the hospital, fury carried me like fuel. My wife and child had been put at risk, and I had no patience for politeness or drawn out diplomacy.I made straight for Red Loom, no phone call, no warning, no scheduling of meetings. The staff I passed along the way parted without a word, sensing the volatility of the situation. When I stepped into Mrs. Jocelyn’s office, her already gloomy expression darkened further, and she rose halfway from her chair as if unsure whether to greet me or brace herself.“We need to talk,” I said flatly.She gestured for me to sit, but I remained standing. “Lisa was nearly killed today. I am here to tell you that Selena’s part in that is clear, and unless immediate action is taken, I will press charges myself. I will not hesitate to drag her, and if need be, Red Loom, into the courts.“And make no mistake. I plan to do everything in my power to have her locked up. The same ap