Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Lisa's POV“Let's step on it.” I said, burning with anticipation.The driver didn’t even shrug. “Yh, sure.”I asked curiously. “No suspicion? No moral questions? No ‘why are we following him, miss?’”“Yh, sure,” he repeated, shrugging into his seatbelt like this was just another Wednesday. I sat back, narrowing my eyes. Okay then…I’d prepared arguments in my head. Long, confident ones. About how this wasn’t stalking, but curiosity. Morbid, sure, but still curiosity.I wanted to know the people I lived with. Ronan, Damon, Sean, Colt. Especially Damon, since he seemed the most accessible. How did he spend his off days? Did he have loved ones and relatives, or was Ronan his only family? Did he stay alone?Not exactly the calm retreat Mrs. Jocelyn would've expected, but it was creative use of my time, no?All these questions and more plagued my mind and I needed answers.‘Speaking of Sean and Colt,’ I thought, settling into the seat. ‘They’re the ones who got me this ride.’The moment I

Lisa's POVThe first bite was divine.My eyes widened. My fork paused midair as I turned slowly to stare at Damon across the small table. “You didn’t tell me the food here was this good!”He smirked, poking at his grilled chicken. “I thought the line outside would’ve given it away.”“There was no line.”He shrugged.I blinked, taking another bite of the cheesy potato balls swimming in what had to be a sacred blend of garlic and tomato sauce. “This is criminally underrated,” I muttered, half to myself.“Seriously, why aren’t people tripping over themselves to eat here? They should have a full queue out the door!”Another spoonful of bliss.I pulled my phone out and discreetly opened the notes app: [ small eatery near south wing, hidden gem. call about Red Loom sponsorship idea? ]Then I kept eating like I’d been starved for a week.Across from me, little Anya was swinging her legs under the table, watching me with wide, curious eyes.Damon had ordered her something from the kids’ menu:

Lisa's POVThe days blurred by in a carousel of lists, layouts, and late-night caffeine crashes.But today?Today was event day.One of Red Loom’s major merger showcases had finally arrived — one I had been the main planner for — and I was still standing. A little tired? Maybe. A little on edge? Sure. But prepared still. And more than a little proud.I stood near the side of the central hall, watching people mill around beneath the woven mesh banners I’d personally fought tooth and nail to get made.The lighting was perfect, the venue buzzed with soft music and camera flashes, the scent of warm spice and various meals drifted in from the catered lounge at the back.God, I could cry.The strangest part? I was grateful for everything that led here. Even the mess. Even the pain. The late nights. The planning hell. The contracts and stress and committee arguments that made me question if it was all worth it. It was. All of it. Every piece came together.‘We're not done yet.’ I needed to

Lisa's POVMy breathing was heavier than it should’ve been.It wasn’t panicked or anything it was just… shallow.I was sweating now. Not the kind that trickled down your back after a long day, but the cold, stiff sort. Like every part of me knew something was off and my body was anticipating the impact.I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor, trying to steady myself. Hand pressed into my scalp, trying not to rip my own hair out in a fit of barely concealed rage.Outside the locked supply room, I could hear it.Cheering.Applause.It was faint due to the distance, but during highs the sound of the event carried effortlessly, even out here. From the names on people’s lips, to my vision on display.And out there… she was.Selena was probably smiling, gracious as ever. Taking questions. Posing for pictures in front of my installations. Gently maneuvering attention toward her, like she was the only reason Red Loom's guests were turning heads tonight.Every clap I heard ma

Ronan's POV“Of all the nights to be late,” I muttered, shifting gears.The city lights blinked past in no time, and the red indicator on my dash dared to flash again… ten minutes past schedule. I wasn’t flooring it, not yet, but Lisa wouldn’t let this slide. I could already hear her voice, either teasing or scolding.“Late again? Are you ever early for anything that isn't work?”I smirked to myself, one hand gripping the wheel, trying desperately to stay still.It wasn’t even her words that haunted me, it was the tone. The warmth. The way she made scolding feel like endearment. The woman was something else. And recently, every thought of her carried something else too. Something that made my chest tighten and pulse.I didn’t like it. Such feelings were never a good sign. But they only welled up faster the more I tried to drain them.I didn't like how I kept picturing her, laughing, hair down, hands on her stomach. Her eyes, softer than I had any right to imagine.She wasn’t supposed