All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LUTHER POV The car hummed quietly beneath me, the leather under my hands familiar and grounding. I didn’t glance at Sienna. I didn’t need to. Her presence was a weight I could feel, light but persistent, pressing at my chest in a way I refused to name. I kept my jaw set, eyes on the road ahead, though every instinct I had screamed to look at her, measure the way she sat, the tension coiled in her shoulders.She wasn’t mine. Not fully. Not yet. And that thought alone made every careful step I had taken today feel simultaneously necessary and wrong. Every plan I had meticulously arranged, every strategy I thought would keep us both safe, suddenly seemed fragile, like it could be shredded with one careless move.I parked the car in the underground lot, the space gleaming in sterile perfection. Every polished surface, every reflection, reminded me that I operated in a world where appearances mattered—where even a mistake could cost more than I was willing to pay. The lights above cast th

SIENNA POV I saw it before Nigel even opened his mouth—the fear. It was tucked into the corner of his eyes, twitching under his skin, making his jaw spasm like he was swallowing something sharp. He looked like a man caught doing something he shouldn’t, like a man afraid the truth might walk into the room and slap him across the face.And apparently, today, I was the truth.The lobby lights threw a soft gold glow over everything, but nothing about this moment felt warm. The air felt like glass, ready to shatter. The receptionist had already turned her chair slightly, pretending she wasn’t listening, but her eyes kept flickering like a faulty bulb—like she wasn’t sure if she should call security or grab popcorn.Nigel stepped forward, shoulders stiff, voice already shaking at the edges.“Mr. Lavigne, there must be a mistake.” His laugh came out thin, brittle, embarrassed. “This is my ex-fiancée. She’s a little unhinged.”Unhinged.That word cracked against the back of my skull. I felt

SIENNA POVNigel and Piper’s eyes widened like a pair of synchronized idiots—two goldfish suddenly realizing they were swimming in acid. Piper’s jaw dropped so far I thought her lip gloss would hit the marble. Nigel… Nigel just stood there, blinking like someone unplugged his thoughts.His fingers twitched at his sides. His breath grew jagged. His whole body started vibrating like a cheap phone on silent mode.“I—” he stuttered, licking his lips. “I thought Alphas were meant to marry Alphas.” His voice was high, thin, almost squeaky. “You’re— you’re an Alpha?”He said it like I had committed a crime. Like my existence offended him.I tilted my head, letting my hair slide over my shoulder. People around us were watching openly now—phones half-raised, breaths held, heads tilted. Even the receptionist leaned forward like she was witnessing the season finale of her favorite toxic drama.“Guess we both have secrets, Nigel,” I said, letting my tone drip with the sweetness of poison. “Maybe

SIENNA POVSecurity didn’t even need to drag Nigel out—his legs did most of the collapsing for them. He was still mumbling something ridiculous, like “Piper… please… don’t… leave me…” as two black-uniformed men lifted his trembling, sweat-drenched frame and half-carried, half-dragged him toward the exit.He looked like a defeated puppy that somehow thought someone might still throw him a treat. Except there were no treats coming. Only the hollow echo of his own humiliation.Piper didn’t glance back. Not once. Her face was set in rigid lines, her eyes sharper than daggers, her jaw tight enough that it could cut glass. I wanted to cheer her on, but I stayed silent, letting her savage glow of fury be her own weapon.The lobby finally exhaled once he was gone. People straightened. Phones slid back into purses and pockets. A few muttered “Finally…” or “Jesus, what a mess…” as they hastily retreated to whatever small shred of dignity remained after witnessing Nigel’s public meltdown.Even t

Luther didn’t move for a long moment after finishing with my cheek.He watched me—really watched me—like he was trying to read every crack, every bruise, every place I had ever folded myself in just to fit inside someone else’s expectations.Then he exhaled softly.“Come here.”He didn’t touch me.He didn’t pull.He just waited.I shifted closer, not sure why… only knowing that my body was tired of being on alert, tired of flinching, tired of pretending I was fine.Luther kept his gaze on mine, steady and grounding.“I want to ask you something,” he said quietly.I tensed. “About Nigel?”“No.” His voice softened. “About you.”My breath stilled.There was something terrifying about being seen—fully seen—by someone like him. Someone who noticed things without me saying them. Someone who didn’t shrug off silence.“What… what do you want to know?” I asked cautiously.He hesitated—not in uncertainty, but in restraint, like he didn’t want to push too far.“What about your family?” he asked.