All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lisa’s POVSince I got my office everything blurred into a high-speed montage of mood boards, logistics, late night rehearsals, and iced coffee fueled brainstorms.I hadn’t realized how fast things had escalated until I caught myself answering emails in the middle of the night, whispering concepts into my phone’s voice notes like a madwoman. The rhythm of Red Loom wasn’t for the faint of heart, but I’d found myself syncing with it like I was born into it.Home wasn’t calm either. Ronan had his own chaos to manage, but the moments when we crossed paths were… grounding.He’d pause whatever he was doing, just to ask how my day went. It didn’t seem like much, but it made all the difference.Even Damon had taken to checking in before bed like some overprotective older brother. Maybe wolves weren't so bad after all.There were times I’d wake up with cramps in my calves from over-practicing, or find lipstick marks on my collar from testing shades too carelessly. But I never once thought; ‘Th

Lisa's PovA handshake and one formal introduction was all it took to ruin me. Ruin my relationship. My life. Looking back at it now, I was a fool. The stepping stone for their fun.Sometimes I wonder why he left me. Maybe because she was everything I wasn’t? Or maybe Bryan was always an ass.Regardless, I was glad I wasn't there anymore. I had grown since their betrayal. I wasn’t that heartbroken woman Bryan toyed with for years.I ran my fingers through my hair, letting out an exhausted breath through my nose as my eyes scanned the room, slowly. I took in the beauty. I cherished the sight. This is what I worked for. What I had earned. An achievement in and of itself. All this as a result of someone else. Ronan…Now I realized, it truly dawned on me that Bryan was just filled with negative energy. A bad omen. He never wanted me to achieve anything if he couldn’t control it too. He never wanted me to be successful. I'm sure he would laugh if I told him my face was printed on magazi

Lisa's POVI nodded slightly.“I'll make sure to put that in mind.” Mrs. Jocelyn half smiled, crossing her legs over as she took a sip from her espresso. Her eyes fixed outside on the bustling street, taking in the honking cars and everything this view had to offer. All the while stirring her espresso calmly.I sighed, my shoulders slumped. “Roughly a week is all that's left before the D-Day. I can feel my heart plunge into my stomach. The feeling is overwhelming.” “Overwhelming?” Mrs. Jocelyn laugh-talked. “That's natural, Lisa. Having the spotlight in the upcoming event is a big hit. A lot of responsibility. A lot of duties resting on your shoulder for the past week, threatening to break you. These are all temporary. What matters is the outcome of every idea. Every effort. What matters is the end result. Did it pay off? Did it end up as a disaster? These are all valid questions.”She paused, letting her words settle before she added; “They are your compass. It might be frustrati

Damon’s POVAfter their coffee at the Delökreés cafe. I drove Lisa and Jocelyn back to the office to round off a few things. The car came to a not so screeching halt across the street, and even though I knew they saw that, I still announced our arrival. “We're here.”The car was blissfully quiet once they left.Lisa had barely stepped out and disappeared through the Red Loom doors when I let out a long sigh. Not because she was exhausting, or even because I was exhausted. If anything, she was easier to handle than most people I’d guarded. But there was something happening behind the scenes, so I had to be alert at all times when I was with her.Lisa had been extremely welcoming and actually put in effort to be nice to the staff. She didn’t need to worry about such messy happenings.I reclined the driver’s seat and closed my eyes. Five minutes. I just needed five minutes to recalibrate and move to the next task.The buzz of my phone made sure I barely got three.I picked it and saw the

Lisa's POVI fumbled with my phone, scrolling through pamphlet designs and gaining insights. All while staring at the front door the entire time.‘This is why I need games on my phone.’ I sighed.“Good to have you home, Mr. Damon,” I said as I heard the front door open and close behind him.He stepped in, and — oh.He was… covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and something that might’ve been oil…? I didn’t even want to know.Damon blinked at me with that same unbothered calm like he’d just come back from a jog instead of what looked like a murder scene. No, a trip to the slaughter.“Mhmm. Thank you,” he murmured, voice deep and steady.I stared. “Are… you… okay?”He glanced down at himself like he was only just realizing the state he was in. “Oh. Forgot about that.”How do you forget being soaked in all that? Weren’t wolves supposed to have sharper senses? “I’m going to wash up now,” he added, already halfway up the stairs. Then he paused, tossed a glance over his shoulder, and added with