Todos os capítulos de CAPTURED AS THE ALPHA’S SURROGATE: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Alexander ran the bath and dropped heavenly scented bath salts into the water, filling the air with a soothing lavender and vanilla aroma that wrapped around the room like a warm embrace. Silently, I sat on the chair he'd brought in, demanding I sit while he handled running the water with careful precision. Every once in a while, he would peer up at me, smiling as if he knew something I didn't, his expression full of quiet mischief and deep affection. I was content just to watch, and the fact that he'd stripped down to only jeans didn't hurt the view, his toned muscles flexing with each movement under the soft bathroom light."You could have told me, Brat," he said softly, his voice laced with a mix of regret and tenderness."Told you what? That my father wanted to breed me? Or that he beat me and enjoyed cutting the flesh from my body in small patches to ensure maximum agony was reached during his 'sessions' as he preferred to call them. You'd have tried to save me because you loved

Days passed, and the nights grew longer and colder. The people who worked with Alexander had started rotating, keeping the primary team's higher-ups here while others worked in the cells, disassembling them. I'd kept out of their business or tried to for the most part. Every day around Alexander became a little easier to accept him and the changes he'd brought with him.I hadn't forgiven him or the pack, but I'd settled into a routine and had begun overseeing duties again for the pack on a smaller scale. Today the team was all here, and I'd sent in whiskey and snacks to keep them going throughout the meeting in the main hall.Settling onto the sofa in the library, I watched Mateo reading one of the comic books, laughing boyishly, and sending warmth rushing through me. The fire had been lit, crackling as the heavy snow fell outside the new picture window that Alexander and his crew had framed. Sitting up, I gasped and then cried out as pain ripped through my stomach.I pushed the rest

I slammed the book shut, the sound slicing through the quiet room like a whip. “I said I don’t want to discuss it right now, Marcus. Not another word.”He hesitated, mouth opening then closing wisely. Smart man. I had enough weighing on my mind without adding more ghosts to the pile. The company’s quarterly reports were spread across my desk like battle maps, red ink marking every financial wound. Debts. Delays. Disloyalty.A soft knock interrupted my brooding. One of the junior executives poked his head in. “Alpha, the board meeting has gone virtual. They’re waiting.”I waved a dismissive hand and flipped open my laptop. The screen glowed coldly as faces filled the grid—suits and nervous expressions staring back at me from across the city. “Good evening, Alpha,” they chorused.I gave a curt nod, my jaw tight. The lead board member cleared his throat and launched into the agenda. I skimmed the bullet points on my second monitor, my eyes narrowing when I reached the final item: Outstan

The healer’s chamber felt like an endless humiliation. The woman’s unsteady hands treated me as something repulsive. She made me stand on the creaking scale that protested my slight weight. She forced my mouth open to check my teeth, combed through my tangled hair with gloved fingers, and drew vial after vial of blood from my inner elbow until the skin bruised and went cold.She listened to my heart and lungs, pressed a palm to my stomach, then stared at my face.“Shift check next,” she said, peeling off her gloves. “Partial form is enough. Just show me your vitality.”I glared and stayed silent. My wolf hid deep inside, still whimpering from the fresh rejection, refusing to surface. The healer, named Lena, noted it on her clipboard with a small frown but didn’t push.She stepped between my spread legs.The cold metal speculum slid in without warning. I flinched hard, fingers digging into the table edges until my knuckles turned white. No gentleness, no words—just clinical prodding as

I slip silently across the chilled stone tiles, my bare feet whispering against the polished surface while my boots dangle from my left hand. The grand estate lies in deep repose, its residents lost in slumber. Early morning rays begin to filter lazily through the tall arched windows, casting elongated shadows that serve as my only subtle alert to hurry.I must act swiftly before the household stirs.My search for an escape route proves frustrating. Every corridor I explore seems to pull me further into a labyrinth of forgotten chambers and echoing, sparsely furnished passages. This mansion sprawls endlessly, its size a deliberate display of power and wealth.The shadowed corridors lined with ornate tapestries and heavy velvet drapes unsettle me. I half expect to push open a random portal and tumble into some alternate realm of secrets and danger.Yet I cannot deny the elegance of the architecture. The lavish details—carved cornices, gilded ceilings, and vibrant frescoes—offer a visua