All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The second the door clicked shut, something inside me snapped. The sound wasn’t even loud, but it felt like a gunshot in my chest.“Doctor,” I hissed, voice raw, “tell me there’s a way out of this. Tell me you can fix this. Tell me something.”Dr. Philip just stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. His lips moved once, twice, but no words came out. The silence stretched until it strangled the air.“Don’t do that.” My palms slammed onto the edge of the exam bed. “Don’t stand there looking at me like you’re sorry. Fix it. You’re the doctor, aren’t you? Fix it!”“I—I can’t,” he finally said, and his voice cracked on the words. “Sienna, I—”“Don’t call me Sienna,” I snapped, the sound like a whip. “You don’t know me. You don’t get to act like you care when you just handed my life over to that— that—” My hands trembled, fingers curling like claws. “That monster.”He winced. “I didn’t know the sample was his. I didn’t know about the switch. I thought…”“You thought wrong!” I w

SIENNA’S POVThe hospital parking lot faded behind me like a bad memory as I slid into my car, hands still trembling from the whirlwind inside those walls. My stomach felt like it had been dropped into a blender, churned, then served back to me with a side of terror. A child. I was carrying a child. And not just any child—the heir of the most ruthless Alpha in the world. Luther Lavigne. Just saying his name made my blood run cold.I turned the key in the ignition, and nothing.Of course.I muttered a string of curses under my breath, slammed the steering wheel with a palm, and kicked at the gas pedal. My car coughed, wheezed, and died again. My fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles white, jaw clenched. Perfect. Just perfect. A pregnant woman stranded in the middle of the city. What could possibly go wrong?I leaned back in my seat, letting out a frustrated groan, my head hitting the headrest. My thoughts spiraled.I’ve always wanted a child… always dreamed of holding a tiny human w

Sienna’s POVMy hands trembled, but my voice didn’t.“no.”The word hit the air like glass shattering. The two men froze for a heartbeat — just long enough for my pulse to pound once, hard, in my ears.The shorter one sneered. “You don’t get to say no, sweetheart.”I backed away, every step scraping against the asphalt.“I’m not doing this,” I snapped. “I don’t care what you think I owe.”The tall one’s jaw flexed. His patience was a thin thread ready to snap. “You really shouldn’t make this harder than it already is.”“Harder?” My laugh was sharp and nervous. “You cornered me next to my own car. How much harder can it get?”The shorter one took a step forward, his eyes flashing something ugly. He reached out like he meant to grab my arm but I jerked back instantly, the motion quick, desperate, defensive.“Don’t touch me,” I hissed.“Feisty,” he muttered. “That’ll fade soon enough.”My stomach twisted as fear coiled tight, hot, and electric. The ground under my shoes felt too small, t

Luther’s POVThe words barely left her lips before my instincts flared.“Behind you.”I turned—fast. The air went still, sharp like it had teeth. And then I saw them.Eight of them. Lycans. Big, broad, and reeking of trouble. Their eyes gleamed that sickly amber that only meant one thing—bloodlust. And in the middle of them stood their Alpha, taller, meaner, with a scar running down his face like he’d carved it there himself.He smiled. “Boss, there he is.”So that was it. They’d been tracking me. Or maybe tracking her. Either way, it didn’t matter. They picked the wrong street.I moved slightly, shielding Sienna with my body. Her scent—fear mixed with adrenaline—spiked in the air. She stumbled back, her hand pressed against her chest, eyes wide. “Luther…” she breathed, voice trembling.“It’s fine,” I said quietly, though my pulse was already pounding like a war drum. “Stay behind me.”The Alpha laughed, stepping forward. “You’ve been making a lot of noise lately, Luther Lavigne. My b

SIENNA’S POVThe first thing I felt was the sting in my arm.Something cold slid through my veins — slow, steady, mechanical.My eyelids fluttered open to blinding white light. A soft hum filled the air, and for a split second, I thought I’d died and woken up somewhere… sterile. Then the blur sharpened, and I saw movement.Maids. Actual maids — in pressed uniforms, moving quietly around the room like ghosts that had manners.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, my lips cracking. A faint beep came from somewhere near my head. I turned, confused, and saw a drip line taped to my hand.What the hell—Before the panic could hit full force, exhaustion dragged me back down. My body was too heavy, my eyelids too weak. I sank into the soft mattress and let the darkness swallow me again.⸻It could’ve been minutes. Could’ve been hours.When I opened my eyes again, everything was quiet.No maids. No sound. Just me, a heart monitor beeping faintly, and a bed that felt way too expensive to bel