Semua Bab The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lisa’s POVI steeled my resolve to return with Ronan, comforting myself with the thought that his house would be huge—large enough that we wouldn’t have to run into each other often. I couldn’t stand his presence, despite the fact that his seed was growing in my womb. He was arrogantly dominant—everything a mother would warn her child to stay away from.The drive back was silent. Ronan had little concern for me or my mental state, and I didn't trust myself to have a conversation with this annoying werewolf. His threatening transformation flashed through my mind for a brief second, which made me shudder—another reminder never to pull the stunt of running away from home. That made me even more depressed.I wanted music. My thoughts were suffocating me. Stretching my hand to the sound system, I found out it was totally different from my car—and every other car out there.Suddenly interested in wanting to figure it out myself, I pressed a couple of buttons on the screen, but nothing worke

Lisa's POVThe door finally opened to reveal a lady. She had her phone to her ear, on one hand. Purse in the other. She was just as surprised to see me, Alpha Ronan’s sister? Friend? I never heard of him having a sister — not that I knew him enough to guess… It must be a friend. Why else would she have a key to his home?Noticing me, she slid her phone into her purse as she eyed me from my head to my toe. Was she checking my outfit? I never really thought much about what I was putting on, but her eyes made me a little insecure. “Hi?” I said, unsure.“And you are?” She asked, like she was looking at a nobody. Perhaps I am, but she didn't have to be rude about it. “Mrs Stormrider,” I answered. It was only appropriate to address myself as such on his property. Even if we were only married in contract alone.She scoffed. “Mrs?” “Yes, Mrs. And you are?” I watched her face turn red, almost too red.“Ronan’s girlfriend,” she said with so much confidence I almost believed her.“Yea, right

Lisa’s POVHe looked like he might punch the wall. The air around him was dense — not because he was violent, but because he had to. This was anger laced with a kind of pain I hadn’t seen in him before. Not that I knew enough about him to make such statements, but it was unsettling.I stayed quiet for a beat. Then another. Thinking of the right words to say to him… none came.“You okay?” I asked at last, my voice smaller than I intended.He didn’t look at me at first. Just stood there, facing the door Lena had gone through, like maybe he was still thinking of chasing her down. Then his shoulders slumped."I will be."That was not a yes.I folded my arms, trying not to seem nosey, but my curiosity was dragging a chair and making itself comfortable. "You, uh… really hat— don't like her, huh?"His jaw ticked. "Evidently."He walked past me, sank into the dining chair just beside mine. His elbows rested on his knees, fingers threaded together like he was bracing for something. Maybe this

Lisa's POV“I still don’t understand what exactly you plan to do about his supposed poisoned death,” I said flatly, arms crossed as I leaned in slightly. Ronan didn’t rush. Instead, he inhaled, slowly, like he was preparing to make a speech. “I’ll do what needs to be done. I’ll handle it with respect to King Charles’ legacy. The crown deserves that.”I blinked at him, then actually laughed. “Wow. That felt awfully rehearsed.”He gave me a sidelong glance. “You asked.”“And you answered like I was with the press. Bravo.”He didn’t take the bait. Typical Ronan Stormrider, he wasn’t the type to snap. He waited. Always careful with his words like every syllable had to be earned.I hated how calm he was. I hated that part of me was starting to enjoy it.And that terrified me. It might just be the grief speaking, but having someone to talk to and share things with helped me somehow.I shifted, folding my arms tighter. “This is weird. You do realize that, right? You and me. Talking like...

Lisa’s POV"Well, well, well. If it isn't Little Lisa."The voice hit me even harder as I turned. Familiar. Smug. Drenched in that same self-importance I remembered all too well.Bryan Moreno.He stood there, hands in his pockets like he belonged, like everyone in the room owed him attention. The smirk on his face made my stomach knot up.Memories of a life long suppressed came in waves. Flooding my mind with reels made of the sweetest poison. The very kind that left me a shell of who I once was."Bryan," I said, a little sharper than I intended. I refused to let him see how much his presence before me affected me.He took a couple slow steps closer, eyes sweeping over me like he was sizing up a painting he'd sold years ago. "Don't look so surprised. What else could you be doing here? Aren't you stalking me?"I blinked, keeping my eyes on anything by him or my trembling hands as I gave a clipped reply; "I am not stalking you."He still continued, clearly amused. "Sure about that? 'Cau