All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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