All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SIENNA’S POVLuther’s claws retracted slowly, like he wanted me to see he was choosing to be gentle. Just a small of his claws was left as his fingers brushed against my skin instead — the same hand that had seconds ago looked sharp enough to draw blood now tracing through strands of my hair like silk.My heart didn’t know whether to race or stop. Every nerve screamed to move, to fight, to run. But I didn’t. Because that’s when I saw it.The glint of silver in his pocket.A key.My key to freedom… Yes, he’d locked the door the moment he blocked my path earlier.He was close enough that I could feel the heat from his chest, smell the faint musk of soap and something darker, something him. I forced my breathing steady and tilted my head slightly, pretending not to notice. My eyes flicked down again. The key was right there — hanging loose, almost begging me to take it.I swallowed hard, keeping my face neutral. If I waited, if I played this smart, I could get out.Luther’s fingers trail

SIENNA’S POVNever in a million years did I think me, Sienna Monroe, would actually bend my decision because of a stranger’s talk. But here I was — standing in front of a three-panel mirror while Lydia, with her soft, angelic hands and annoyingly gentle voice, circled me with a measuring tape like I was a mannequin.Apparently, Alpha Luther had ordered an entire custom wardrobe to be designed just for me. And Lydia said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.“Alpha wants every outfit made to your comfort, Luna,” she murmured with that shy smile. “You’ll have your own line — fabrics handpicked from Milan and Lyon.”I blinked, jaw slack. “You’re joking.”She smiled sweetly, still scribbling down numbers in her little notebook. “No, dear. The designs are already on the way. Alpha said your figure will change during pregnancy, so every outfit must evolve with you.”I let out a short laugh — the kind that came out half disbelief, half hysteria. “Whatever,” I muttered. “I don’t

LUTHER’S POVThat was it.Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, I had him by the collar, yanking him so close I could see the reflection of my fury in his eyes. My fingers tightened around his neck, feeling the pulse under my thumb.“Say those words again,” I growled, low and sharp, my breath brushing his face. “And I’ll rip your fucking tongue out.”The air cracked between us like lightning.He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. He just stared back, jaw locked, that faint, infuriating glint in his eyes daring me to lose control.And then, slowly, that smirk curved his mouth.“Yes, boss.”My restraint snapped. I shoved him back so hard his shoulder hit the dresser. The echo of his boots scraping against marble filled the air, sharp and loud.“She isn’t a nobody,” I said, every word roughened by anger. “I’ve chosen her.”Silence stretched, heavy enough to suffocate the room. My chest rose and fell in hard, deliberate breaths. Marcel’s expression didn’t change—he just reached up

SIENNA’S POVHe turned nervously, and for a moment, the way he looked at me made my stomach twist. Not the kind of twist that comes from falling down a staircase—no, this was sharper, deeper, a warning and a promise tangled together.His gray eyes lingered on me for too long. My pulse spiked.I swallowed, trying to hide the rush of heat rising in my cheeks. He didn’t move away. He didn’t blink. He just stared, and every second stretched, heavy and dangerous.I exhaled slowly, leaning over just enough to take a step down. “I said—problem with what?”For a heartbeat, he didn’t answer. Then, finally, he chuckled. Low. Smooth. Like gravel sliding over silk. He looked down at the floor, but that faint smirk curling his lips made my pulse stutter again.“It’s none of your business, darling,” he said, the word “darling” sharp and teasing all at once.I couldn’t help it. My hands flew to my hips, chest puffed up, and I tilted my head like a cat challenging a predator. “Last time I checked, I

SIENNA’S POV“What am I to you?” I snapped, my voice slicing through the tension that had been choking the room since last night. “Some kind of barn animal you can contemplate while I squeeze out babies for you?”The words came out sharp, trembling with both rage and disbelief.Luther didn’t even flinch. He stood there with that maddening calm that made me want to rip the smugness right off his face. His gaze trailed over me—not gentle not lustful… or rather too lustful. He was assessing, like I was both a threat and a prize.The damn knife still inches from my throat. He moved closer, slow and deliberate, I didn’t move. Nigga, I didn’t want to die like this. He didn’t stop coming closer until I could feel the heat of his body radiating through the air between us. His other hand found my arm, thumb brushing the inside of my wrist. My pulse betrayed me, thundering beneath his touch.“My ten-acre Spanish villa is hardly a barn,” he murmured, his voice dark silk. His fingers grazed my sk