Todos os capítulos de CAPTURED AS THE ALPHA’S SURROGATE: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

I stayed under the hot spray of the shower until my fingertips pruned and the ache between my legs dulled to a low, manageable throb. The water washed away layers of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of Raymond, though I could still catch faint traces of him on my skin no matter how hard I scrubbed. My body felt raw in places I didn’t know could feel raw nipples stinging under the stream, inner thighs protesting every step but beneath the soreness was this strange, humming satisfaction I couldn’t quite hate.When I finally stepped out, the steam had fogged the mirror so badly I could only make out blurry shapes of bruises and flushed skin. I wrapped myself in the largest towel I could find, dried myself then dressed quickly in soft black leggings, a fitted long-sleeve thermal in deep forest green, thick wool socks, and an oversized cable-knit sweater.I pulled my still-damp hair into a loose knot at my nape, took one steadying breath, and stepped fully out of the bedroom.The hallw

A branch snapped and I spun immediately.A man stood maybe ten feet away, half-shadowed by the low boughs. Shorter than Raymond but broad through the shoulders, dressed in dark tactical gear that looked too clean for these woods. Short-cropped silver-streaked hair. Pale eyes that caught what little light filtered through the canopy and threw it back like ice.“Sorry for startling you.” He spoke first with his hands raised up in surrender. There was something about his voice that made my skin crawl worse than the chase had.I took a step back, bare feet sinking into snow. “Who are you?”, I asked watching him seriously.He tilted his head, studying me like I was something he’d been expecting to find.“You will know me so soon”, He responded.“Does Alpha Raymond know that you’re here?” I demanded, voice steadier than I felt.“No.” The word came out smooth. “He doesn’t.” He added and my stomach dropped another inch. “Then who the hell are you?” I asked.He smiled but it wasn’t friendly.I

He didn’t slow down even after my plea. The heavy oak door to his suite banged open under his shoulder. He hauled me inside, kicked it shut behind us, and spun me until my back hit the smooth wood.His body caged mine instantly, knees bracketing my thighs, one forearm braced above my head, the other hand fisting the front of the borrowed t-shirt and yanking it up until cool air hit my bare stomach.“You think you can come back to me carrying another wolf’s scent and walk away untouched?” he growled against my ear. “You think I’ll let you keep secrets?”“I didn’t....” I started.He cut me off with his mouth.The kiss was punishing, teeth and tongue and raw hunger. He bit my lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothed the hurt with a slow lick that made my knees buckle. When he pulled back, his eyes were wild.“Say his name,” he demanded.“I won’t.”His hand slid between us, fingers curling possessively over the apex of my thighs through the thin fabric. I gasped.“Then I’ll make you f

I woke up first, the soft gray light of early dawn barely touching the room. My body felt heavy and deliciously wrecked, every muscle sore, my core throbbing with a deep, used ache that radiated between my thighs and up my spine. Raymond’s thick cock had spent hours stretching me, filling me, claiming me until I couldn’t remember anything but his name. Cum still leaked slowly down my inner thighs, sticky and warm, mixing with my own wetness. My nipples were tender from his teeth, my throat raw from screaming, and faint bite marks bloomed across my skin like dark claims.He was still buried deep inside me, even in sleep. His heavy weight pinned me to the mattress in the most perfect way, one thick arm locked around my waist, his large hand possessively cupping my ass. His chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths, a low rumbling snore vibrating through him. His face was completely relaxed, lashes dark against his cheekbones, jaw slack, the fierce alpha lines smoothed out. He looked so d

I didn’t stop running until my bare feet hit the familiar carpet of the upper floors. My lungs burned, legs shaking from the sprint and the fading suppressant, but pure adrenaline kept me moving. I slammed through the side stairwell door, taking the steps two at a time, Raymond’s torn shirt flapping around my thighs like a torn flag.The mansion was still quiet, dawn barely brightening the windows. I didn’t dare call out. I just ran straight for our wing, our room praying he was still there, praying this was all some sick nightmare Henry had spun.The bedroom door was ajar. I shoved it open, chest heaving, and stumbled inside.Raymond was already dressed.He was sitting in the wide leather armchair near the window, fully clothed in a crisp black button-down and dark slacks, boots on, like he’d been awake and waiting for a while. His powerful frame was rigid, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white. His jaw was locked, eyes dark and stormy as they snapped