All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

{Lisa's POV}I stood in this large chamber with a ceiling so high I could barely see it, surrounded by Elders seething and full of rage, and I'm thinking… I know… in a couple of minutes, I’m going to feel better.Their voices thunder around me. Accusations, condemnations, veiled threats. It’s deafening, all of it. One Elder points a finger at me, frothing at the mouth as he rants about council ethics, about reckless power displays, about “endangering the political balance.”They’re angry that I went after Ronan so brazenly. That I had the girl kidnapped.That I made a hit list. They're angry I got caught.And they’re terrified. That part makes me smile.Of course, I keep my smile small, respectful. I lower my head, slightly. Hands folded. Calm, obedient. The perfect picture of a man in trouble.But I'm not.Because two of the Elders currently demanding my head are already mine. Not in the literal sense, but I’ve got enough on them to bring their entire bloodlines to ruin.And the oth

83: Marvellous Adventures of the Alpha’s Bodyguard Vol 2. II{Damon's POV}The cars on the street were jammed like sardines, horns and angry drivers screaming, and my GPS was proudly announcing: “Estimated time of arrival, twenty minutes.”Twenty. For a dress that needed to be there hours ago.I slapped the wheel and exhaled through my teeth. “Of course. Of course, this would happen today.”I looked to my right, car, cars, cars. And to my left? Even more cars.Petra had called twice. Lisa once. In the last couple minutes.And my grave was already being dug in spirit by both.Another horn blared. The traffic hadn’t moved an inch.I clicked my tongue and leaned forward, eyes narrowed.“Fine then.” Plan B!I yanked my tie loose, tore it clean off, and looped it through the garment bag’s hanger hook. I twisted it around my back like a cross-body satchel, ignoring the ridiculous look I was surely pulling.The guy next to me in a sleeveless tank, toothpick in mouth, did a double take as I s

{Lisa's POV}The breeze was cooler up here, laced with the scent of salt and that strange smell of ancient trees.I stood on the edge of a cliff, barefoot, watching the ocean crash against the jagged rocks below. It wasn’t violent. The water rolled and curled like some living, breathing thing, exhaling mist into the blue sky.Behind me was a large stretch of land that looked like it had been stolen out of a medieval movie. Complete with castles, stone cottages, warm flickering lamps, and so much more.All of it stretched out under the glowing orb of a fat, silver moon.It felt like a painting. No. A hallucination.“This is real?” I asked, brushing a hair from my eyes.“As real as it gets,” Ronan said behind me.I turned.He looked… unbothered. Like we hadn't just travelled through a cave to what was apparently a different world entirely. The wolf realm.He spread his arms. “This…. is our honeymoon.”I snorted. “Of course it is. A honey-moon.”He laughed. “You got the pun quicker than

{Lisa’s POV}There was something about the way Heri stood beside me that reminded me of the orphanage.The quietness. The way her eyes watched everything without blinking, like she was afraid it might all disappear if she didn’t memorize it fast enough. Even the way her small hands folded behind her back while I sliced the tomatoes on the counter.I didn’t know her story. But I’d seen that kind of silence before.“I used to cut my fingers a lot, you know,” I said casually, holding up a piece of tomato to show her the grip.When I was sure she heard me, I continued. “My first lesson ended with more blood in the salad than mayo.”Heri tilted her head slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching. Almost a smile. Almost.Encouraged, I pushed a bowl closer to her. “Go ahead. Try slicing a few. I’ll guide your hand if you want.”She didn’t move. But her eyes flicked to the knife, then to me. Then back again. I could tell she was curious, maybe even excited… but hesitation pinned her in place

{Ronan's POV}“Call it curiosity or delusion, but the markings on her arms seemed familiar.”That's why I had to dig deeper.Sure, she was an outskirt kid I could have walked away from without too many questions. Not from neglect, but because her life didn't tie into my hunt. A New Haven child though? That had threads leading somewhere. And right now, threads were what I needed. ‘It can't be a coincidence that I found her, right?’ I thought to myself.If she had family here, I could make introductions. Offer a safe return. And in the process… slip in questions about Charles’ last days without anyone clamming up. Disguising curiosity as neighborly concern worked better than direct interrogation. ‘That could work.’So I decided… She was coming with me.I called one of my Bloodmoon wolves, Orion, as I got home. He'd keep watch over the house when I wasn’t there.As I ended the call, my phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message from one of my men stationed in the human world. A s