Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Lisa’s POVI stood there, watching Selena walk away like she’d just dropped the mic on a show I didn’t even know I was in. My fingers twitched at my sides. I wasn’t sure if I was holding myself back or just trying to keep from unraveling.Because God, I wanted to stop her. Just for one second. Ask her who the hell she thought she was. Maybe slap the smug little smile off her face while I was at it. But no, she wanted a reaction. That was the whole point of her little performance. She wanted me to lose it. Explode. Fall apart.So I didn’t.I stood there.Still.Because that’s what you do when you’re trying not to hand over your power to someone who’s already stolen more than you thought they ever could.I let it slide. Or at least I told myself I did.But I knew, deep down, that whatever Selena was plotting, it wasn’t petty. It wasn’t casual. It wasn’t mild. It wasn’t “oh, we just bumped into each other and now we’re colleagues.” No. That girl didn’t do coincidence.It was destruction

Lisa’s POVI woke up to the sound of silence, except it wasn’t silent. There was a presence. Or someone. I turned toward the doorway, still groggy, only to find Ronan standing there like a goddamn ghost. No knock. No greeting. Just him, fully dressed in his usual dark perfection, staring at me with those unreadable eyes. Was he waiting for me to wake up?“Morning?” I offered, rubbing my face.He didn’t bother with a reply. “I'm here to remind you. The meeting with Mr. Greaves. Did you forget?”I blinked. Right. The meeting he’d mentioned last night, the one he’d dropped on me like a brick and walked off.I sat up a bit straighter. “What’s it about exactly?”He shifted, almost like he didn’t want to talk. But after a second, he said, “Security. After what happened that night, Mr. Greaves is not leaving anything to chance after the incident with his son. He wants us to enforce security measures… Talk about a plan...”“And you’re taking me… because?”“Because you’re familiar with Mrs.

Lisa’s POVThe lights dimmed to a softer hue. The energy in the room shifted the moment Mrs. Jocelyn tapped her tablet and looked up at us with that sharp, calculating smile of hers. With her bubbly nature it's easy to miss just how much power she has.Red Loom stood at the pinnacle of avant‑garde fashion houses long before most names were whispered in modeling circles. Their campaigns didn’t simply sell garments, they created trends for years. Collaborations with emerging artists, thematic storytelling in every photograph, and a fearless commitment to innovation made Red Loom the brand everyone watched, revered, and, yes, secretly envied.‘To think they are relatively new in the space.’I haven't followed their work for years or anything. But from what I was able to learn from my little research. They were built from humble foundations. Just a hundred bucks and a dream. Even when I was called, I didn’t think too much of it.When I learned they wanted someone new, someone real, someon

Ronan’s POVIn the file were a series of photographs and documents. The first was a photograph — grainy, black and white of course. Was this gotten from surveillance footage? It featured a hooded figure. They weren't familiar but the background was.Too familiar in fact.Greaves watched me with unreadable calm.I flipped the page. Then another. More and more figures in locations that were eerily familiar. The images and reports even had time stamps, dates, and more curiously… A map. Not just any map — on highlighting my territory.My curiosity turned cold as I stared at him. A million and one questions I needed to ask. “You don't mean?”“This is the trail I followed,” he said softly. “And the reason I knew I had to speak with you. Personally.”I flipped through the file slowly, each page heavier than the last, but it wasn’t until the final page that my fingers stilled and a cold sense of dread washed over me.A list.There were multiple names on it. Typed. Spaced out like a checklist

Lisa’s POVThe second the question left my lips I knew something was wrong. I blinked at him. Even Damon looked up from his plate, uncertain.I didn’t say anything else. Just stared at him as he stared at his hands.The joy from earlier still clung to the room, but hushed now. Like a plug had been placed in my ears, muting the sound.I stared intently as he wore a solemn expression He looked different.Not just tired. Not just worn from whatever the day had dragged him through. Ronan wore his silence like a bruise. Subtle, but visible the longer you stared.“I think I have some things to iron out with Sean and Colt.” Damon said as he exited the dining room. Leaving just the two of us.I leaned forward slightly; "Is this about the meeting with Mr. Greaves?" I asked, watching the way his jaw clenched just a little too tight.His eyes flicked up. "Something like that."He stared at his empty plate, then ran a thumb slowly along the rim of his glass. I waited. Ronan didn’t like being pus