All Chapters of The Alpha's Surrogate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SIENNA'S POVThe bathroom was still warm from the steam, the air thick with lavender and eucalyptus, soft candlelight bouncing gently across the tiles like little flecks of gold. I had just sunk deeper into the bubbles, letting the water swallow everything heavy inside me, when I heard the softest shift of air behind me—like someone inhaling before speaking.I turned.And there he was.Luther.Standing at the doorway like he had materialized out of the shadows—broad shoulders, damp hair from the night air, expression unreadable but intense enough to knock the breath out of my chest for a second.“What are you doing here?” I asked, sitting up straighter, water sloshing around me. “I’m about to take a bath.”My voice came out sharper than I intended. Not angry—just startled. And maybe a little… self-conscious. Because nobody told me Luther had a habit of showing up in quiet moments without warning.“Yes,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him like this was normal. “An

SIENNA’S POV“Yeah, we have to sell it,” Luther said, his voice calm but firm, like he was stating an unshakable law of the universe.I blinked at him, still adjusting to the absurdity of what we were about to do.“Sell it?” I repeated, eyebrows shooting toward the ceiling. “You mean… act like…” My voice trailed off.He nodded, just slightly, but enough to make my stomach curl into knots. “Exactly. Cosette has to believe the ritual is… convincing. Everything has to look authentic.”Authentic. That word made me shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the water. My head spun with the absurdity, the embarrassment, the tension… and yes, a tiny flutter of something else I didn’t want to name.I stared at him for a long second, my heart doing its usual reckless thing. Then I muttered, “Fine. I’ll go first.”He raised an eyebrow, sharp and knowing, and a tiny smirk tugged at his lips. “Of course,” he said, voice low, teasing just enough to make my stomach do summersaults. “Show me how it

Sienna’s POVI heard the door creak open before I even saw her. Cosette. Of course it was Cosette. The universe has a sick sense of humor.My eyes were already half-closed because Luther had just told me to turn around while he “fixed” the towel situation after the bath. I was trying to be respectful, trying to give the man some privacy after we’d basically fake-banged for an audience ten minutes ago. My face was still burning from the “yes daddy” performance and I was praying the floor would swallow me whole.Then the door opened.Cosette stepped in, crisp white blouse, clipboard in hand, that perfect little omega smile plastered on her face like she’d rehearsed it in the mirror. Her gaze went straight to Luther.And Luther? Naked. Completely, gloriously, unfairly naked. The towel that was supposed to be knotted around his waist was now a sad puddle on the marble floor, betrayed by gravity and bad luck. The man was just… there. Water still dripping down his abs, down lower, down—oh m

Sienna’s POVThe words were barely out of his mouth when his fingers slid up my arm, slow, deliberate, until they caught the loose neckline of the shirt. He tugged it gently to the side, exposing my shoulder and the curve where neck meets collarbone.His eyes flicked to the bare skin like he’d been starving for it.Then his mouth was there.Not a kiss, not yet. Just the heat of his breath first, skating over my pulse, making me shiver so hard my toes curled against the marble. His lips brushed the spot once, soft, testing. Then again, firmer. Then open-mouthed, tongue flicking out to taste the water still clinging to my skin.A tiny, helpless noise slipped out of me.“Luther…”He hummed against my throat, the vibration shooting straight down my spine. His hand came up to cradle the back of my neck, thumb stroking the sensitive spot under my ear while his teeth grazed- light, teasing, just enough to make my knees threaten to quit their job entirely.I grabbed fistfuls of the towel at h

Cosette’s POVI slammed the door to my tiny quarters harder than I meant to, the cheap wood rattling like it was about to splinter. My hands were still shaking from that disaster in the Alpha’s bathroom—Luther, naked as the day he was born, standing there like some carved statue come to life. Not that I cared about seeing him like that. Please. Luther was my Alpha, sure, but he wasn’t my type. Too brooding, too intense, too everything. No romantic sparks here, thank you very much. But Sienna? That little human pretender? She was the real problem, and I wasn’t buying her act for a second.I paced the narrow strip of carpet between my bed and the dresser, my crisp white blouse suddenly feeling too tight around my neck. The clipboard was still clutched in my fist like a weapon—I’d left the schedule outside his door like he asked, but goddess, the humiliation burned. Walking in on them post-ritual? Hearing those fake-as-hell moans earlier through the door? It was all too convenient, too s