All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SIENNA’S POVThe fertility clinic was too loud for a place built on silence. The hum of machines, the squeak of nurses’ shoes against their perfectly polished floors, even the soft murmur of voices behind closed doors… all of it pressed against my ears until my skin prickled.But maybe it wasn’t loud at all. Maybe I was just exaggerating… because sometimes silence feels heavier than noise.I perched on the edge of the exam bed, the crinkly paper crunched like a bag of chips every time I moved, and honestly, it was getting on my last nerve. The AC was set to Antarctica, but my palms were still sweating buckets. My heart racing for no reason… or maybe for every reason… because I had this awful feeling I knew what the doctor was about to say.And God, I didn’t want to hear it.Dr. Phillip shoved his glasses higher on his nose and let out the kind of sigh that made my stomach drop before he even spoke “Sienna,” his voice was soft, but it landed like a blow, “I don’t understand. You and Ni

SIENNA'S POVI pressed my back against the wall, heart hammering like a war drum as my fingers curled tightly around the curtain, trying to will myself invisible. But of course… I wasn’t invisible. Atleast not to him.“Uhmm... okay,” he murmured, and I nearly yelped. His voice wasn’t loud, but it slithered through the small space of the room, brushing against my ears in a way that made my skin crawl... and melt at the same time.I risked a quick glance, just enough to see him leaning casually against the bedside, with that damn smirk still teasing at the corners of his lips. My stomach clenched immediately as I quickly pulled away from the curtain.“Why are you even here?” I demanded, trying to sound more composed than I felt. “This... no... these are my rooms.”“Your rooms?” He let out a low chuckle that made something somewhere inside me twist. “Funny, the nurse told me this room was all mine."I froze. What?“Wait… what do you mean?” I asked. “I paid for both rooms! I specifically

LUTHER’S POV“Alpha Luther, our polling numbers are slipping.”Marcel’s voice was sharp, clipped, like he’d been rehearsing this speech in the mirror. He stood in front of me with that ridiculous navy tie strangling his neck, papers in hand like they were holy scripture.“Voters want confidence in their Alpha,” he pressed on. “And confidence means an heir. A Luna. A first lady. Without that, they don’t see stability.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. Gods, politics was a slow form of torture.“You know Amanda and I just got divorced,” I muttered, dropping into the leather chair that probably cost more than her entire settlement. “She was never my Luna. Hell, I only married her because my fated mate... Rogue Alpha’s daughter, vanished when we were kids.”The memory still stabbed like glass. All that was left of her were those green eyes and that soft, familiar laugh I could never forget. Marcel didn’t even blink at the reminder of my tragic love story. “That’s exactly why we need a fi

LUTHER’S POVHe screamed like a dying animal. The sound was raw, guttural, the kind that made even my guards flinch.Music to my ears. Nobody walks into Crestmoon territory uninvited. This is what happens when they try.His face was already a swollen mess, blood painting his mouth in shades that would’ve made an artist proud. My knuckles ached, but pain had always been a friend of mine. My fist came down again, knuckles colliding with his jaw in a satisfying crunch. His body jerked under my fist like a puppet with cut strings, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. Blood splattered across the concrete floor, dark and sticky, dripping down all his orifices in thick rivulets.“Thought you could sneak into my territory?” I growled, yanking him up by the collar. His head lolled like a ragdoll, but his eyes still had that flicker of fight. Brave, sure. But also a bloody idiot... and now, a dead one too.I slammed him against the steel beam. The impact shook the dust loose from the rafters ab

SIENNA’S POV“Mr. Lavigne. You can’t be in here!”The nurse’s voice cracked like glass, sharp and useless, but the man in the doorway didn’t even blink. He filled the frame like a shadow, shoulders squared, presence loud enough to choke the air. His eyes—icy, glacial blue—snapped to me where I sat on the exam bed. My heart stuttered so violently I thought the machines behind me would start recording it.I knew him.I remembered him instantly, though I wished I hadn’t. It was the bloody creep from the hospital. The one who—ugh, don’t even remind me. Just thinking about it makes my cheeks burn.Looking at him up close now, I'd seen that face before... I’d seen him at Crestmoon’s political rallies, plastered across magazines that my neighbor used to buy for the gossip sections. Luther Lavigne. The Alpha. The one even other Alphas hated whispering about.And now he was standing in my exam room.“What the hell is going on?” My voice came out cracked, too high-pitched and I hated that. “W