Semua Bab The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Bab 161 - Bab 170

{Ronan's POV}Sleep dragged me under like a tide, but it was not the kind that soothed. It was heavy, it made my thoughts slow, and filled it with images that twisted into something I could not control.‘What is this?’I stood in a gray haze, there was no clear cut where the sky started or ended. It felt like I was floating, but at the same time standing on solid ground. My sense of self blurred.I turned from side to side, but it looked like this space stretched on forever.I tried to move forward then… I saw her.She was little more than a silhouette, her hair drifting as though caught in a breeze, her figure slowly pulling away from me.“Lisa,” I called out, my voice carrying across the vast emptiness.She did not answer.“Lisa!” I screamed, louder this time, as my throat tightened with panic.That was when she answered… not with words, but with a cry. It sounded dreadful… filled with desperation.The scenes changed, and now she reached for me, her hand stretched forward, but no ma

{Ronan’s POV}“You scares me. You know that right?” I muttered to an unconscious Lisa.I sat at her bedside, my palms pressed against the mattress as if anchoring her there with me. The steady rise and fall of her chest, faint but present, was the only thing stopping my heart from splitting open.Tubes ran from her arms, machines hummed in the background, but all I saw was her face.“Lisa,” I whispered. “I’m sorry… I should have stopped this. I should have been there.”The words were useless, nothing more than air, but I said them anyway. I bent closer, wishing her to hear me, wishing her to fight her way back. For a moment, there was no sign she could. Then her lashes trembled. Slowly, painfully, her eyes opened.An almost physical sigh of relief escaped me. She blinked, unfocused at first, then her gaze settled on me. A tear rolled down her cheek and she tried to speak, though her voice cracked before words could form.“No,” I said firmly, brushing the tear away with my thumb. “Don’

{Lisa’s POV}‘Ouch.’ I flinched as the sharp end of the needle pierced and exited my skin. I never liked injections, and the universe tortured me by making it a must to take three shots every single day.“Your next shot will be in eight hours.” The nurse said as she exited the room.It had been a week since the accident, though to me it felt like years had dragged themselves across my body. The walls of my room had become both sanctuary and prison, the doctor’s words echoing every time I so much as shifted too quickly. “Rest, Lisa. You need to put minimal strain on yourself.” Dr. Johan’s instructions had been repeated so often that I swore they were carved into the wood of my bedposts.Ronan obeyed those orders as if they had been laws passed down by the heavens themselves. Which was cuteeee.He rarely left my side. If he wasn’t sitting at the edge of the bed watching me like a hawk, he was stationed by the door, working through calls, his voice spilling through the cracks. Even when

{Ronan’s POV}“I think something is up with Damon.” I said… the words a heavy realization even now.I sat beside Lisa’s bed, after tucking her in. Her hand wrapped loosely in mine, when I finally told her what had been clawing at me since earlier that morning. “Sean went by Damon’s place. He didn’t find him there. He only the nanny. And when I asked Anya, she told me she hasn’t seen her uncle in days.”Lisa’s brows knitted. She squeezed my hand gently, as though she could steady the storm in me. “Maybe he’s handling something important. The election is tomorrow, right? He could be… preparing. Something even you can't know about because of the whole mole situation.”I shook my head. “Lisa, it’s not like him. He hasn’t called, hasn’t shown his face, not even to check up on you after the accident. And he’s still not picking my calls. This isn’t Damon.”She studied me, her gaze soft yet unwavering. “Then go look for him.”The answer was simple and direct, but I gave her a look that said I

{Lucien’s POV}‘He's serious huh?’The silence between us stretched long. Neither of us willing to be the first one to break it. Or so I thought.Needless to say, Ronan said nothing, only stood there, his eyes fixed on me with that piercing weight that had unsettled men far less than I. I, however, absorbed it. The satisfaction that swelled within me was nearly intoxicating. He wanted Damon back. He would wait for me to state my terms.The irony was delicious. I had no idea where Damon was either, yet I carried myself as though his very life sat within my palm. It was all about control, the perception of it, the art of keeping the upper hand even when the ground beneath you shook.I leaned the slightest bit closer, my words nothing more than a whisper meant for him alone. “This is your chance, Ronan. Show me, show everyone here, just how much you consider Damon family.”His silence lingered, unbroken. The muscles in his jaw twitched but his mouth never moved. He simply stared.I smile