All Chapters of CAPTURED AS THE ALPHA’S SURROGATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My bare feet padded silently down the hallway, heart slamming against my ribs as I strained to listen for any sign of Raymond. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a gunshot. I didn’t breathe properly until I reached my own door, fumbling with the handle and practically falling inside.The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against it, sliding down until I hit the floor. My legs were still shaky from everything that had happened in Mackline’s shower and bed. The warmth between my thighs lingered, a traitorously pleasant ache that made my stomach twist with guilt.What have I done again?I pressed my forehead to my knees, breathing hard. Mackline had been so gentle, so safe. For those brief moments, I had felt wanted. Desired. Not like a slave or a mistake. But now, alone in the cold silence of my room, reality crashed back in.Tears burned my eyes. I was supposed to be his mate, even if he treated me like dirt. What would he do if he found out I had let Mackline touc

I knew it, any second someone could walk in for more food or to check on the water but the danger made everything intimate and more electric.“Quiet, love,” Mackline whispered hotly against my ear, biting the lobe gently. “Unless you want them to hear how good I make you feel. How wet and desperate you get for me… not for him.” She added.“Mackline....” My voice cracked, hips rocking against her hand as the pressure coiled tighter. “Please… I’m close.....”“Come for me then,” she growled softly, kissing me hard to muffle my sounds. Her fingers pumped faster, thumb pressing firmly on my clit. “Let go, Aurora. Let me give you what you need.” As soon as she said so, the orgasm hit me hard and sudden. I buried my face in her neck, biting down on her shoulder to stay silent as pleasure crashed over me in powerful waves. My walls clenched around her fingers, thighs trembling. Mackline kept stroking me through it, murmuring soft praises against my hair.“That’s it… good girl. So perfect for

She was on me again in an instant, snarling, biting, tearing at my side and shoulder. I fought wildly for my life, claws raking across her face, but it wasn’t enough. She was stronger, more vicious, and clearly wanted me dead. Pain exploded across my body as her fangs found my flank again, ripping deep.I couldn’t win.In pure desperation, I threw my head back and screamed, a high, terrified howl that tore through the night woods, filled with pain and fear.The sound had barely left me when Mackline’s silver-gray wolf burst through the trees like a streak of moonlight. Her eyes widened with fury and terror the moment she saw the scene, me bleeding on the ground, the powerful charcoal-violet wolf standing over me with blood on her muzzle.The moment the attacker saw Mackline, she froze. Something like recognition or fear flashed in her amber eyes. Without hesitation, the charcoal-violet wolf turned and fled at blinding speed, vanishing deep into the shadows of the forest before Mackli

I limped down the corridor, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every step sent fresh fire through my side, but I kept my head high until I turned the corner and disappeared from their sight. Only then did I let my shoulders slump.The moment I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned against it, breathing hard. The moonstone pendant still rested warm between my breasts, but even its gentle glow couldn’t ease the storm inside me. I peeled off my torn, blood-stained clothes and cleaned my wounds as best I could, hissing at the sting. Then I crawled into bed, pulling the covers over my head.Sleep wouldn’t come.I tossed and turned for hours, the sheets tangling around my legs. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Renee’s mocking grin, heard Carleigh’s cold satisfaction, and felt Raymond’s dismissive grip on my wrist. The betrayal burned hotter than the gashes in my side. My body ached and my heart ached worse.I tried to sleep but failed until I realized that the manor had grown quiet. Th

I slipped out of Mackline’s room late in the night, my body still humming with pleasure and my legs slightly unsteady. I made it back to my own quarters without being seen and immediately headed for the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the evidence of what we had done.I needed the water to wash her off me, not because I regretted it, but because I couldn't afford to carry her scent into the daylight. Raymond had eyes everywhere. One wrong whiff and he'd know.I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand and stepped under the spray.Steam billowed up immediately, fogging the mirror and filling the small space with thick, wet heat. I tilted my head back and let the water pound against my face, my shoulders, the sore spots on my hips where Mackline's fingers had gripped too hard. I closed my eyes and breathed.For a few precious minutes, I felt calm. Almost safe.I reached for the soap and lathered my arms, my stomach, my thighs. I scrubbed at my skin, not violently, but s