All Chapters of Surrogate for My Sister's Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ROSENTINE“Are you certain that’s enough?” Alpha Bastian asked after he bought the crochet tools for me. I tried to insist on paying, but his stubbornness won out, and he ended up buying them. I simply nodded, and he took the paper bag from my hands to carry it himself. “Where do you want to head next?”I hesitated, glancing around the square. There were children scattered along the curb, their clothes smudged and worn, each one clutching a basket of flowers no one seemed to want. The sight caught at something in my chest, and when I turned back to Alpha Bastian, I could barely meet his eyes.“Uhm, would it be too much if I bought all the flowers from those kids?”He frowned, puzzled, his gaze flickering to the children and then back to me. “We have plenty of flowers at the packhouse. What do you need them for?”“I just… I want them to be able to finish selling. No one’s buying, and if they don’t sell out, they’ll probably stay out here until it’s dark.” The words tumbled out in a rus

ROSENTINEI never expected this. For so long, I’d been the one to give pleasure, not receive it, and now the tables had turned.My cheeks burned, and I found myself looking anywhere but at him, awkward and exposed in this new position we’d fallen into.The two of us lay tangled in bed, facing each other, my legs draped over his, both of us spread open. He was still in his robe, and I was in my nightgown, but our private parts were exposed to each other.My hand curled around his length, stroking him steadily, while he pressed his thumb to my clit, teasing and circling until I could barely breathe.At first, I was mortified since this was the first time I’d exposed myself like this to a man. But as the pleasure took over my senses, I stopped caring about how I looked or how vulnerable I was.All I could focus on was the way he touched me and the steady rhythm of his thumb rubbing my most sensitive spot.“Have you ever put your fingers inside when you’re pleasuring yourself?” he asked,

ROSENTINE“Can you turn around for me, Lady Rosentine?” The seamstress’s voice was gentle; her hands already poised with measuring tape. I nodded softly and then turned, letting her take my measurement quietly.Until now, I still couldn’t quite grasp that Alpha Bastian wanted me as his date for the crown prince’s birthday. The memory of him telling me the other day about it left me tongue-tied, like my head was full of soft white noise.I should have refused. I wanted to, truly. After all, just the thought of going back to the capital was enough to make my stomach twist, especially knowing Ezekiel and Ryan might be there.Of course, they would. Not only did they attend the same academy as the crown prince, but they were also close enough to be on the guest list.Yet, even knowing that, I couldn’t say no. Not when Alpha Bastian admitted he didn’t have anyone else in mind. So, I agreed, and now here I was, standing still while a seamstress measured me for a dress I’d wear to a celebrati

ROSENTINEThree weeks. That was how long it had been since my sister and I were taken by the rogues.Each morning, we woke up to the same thing: stale bread, water, and if we worked hard enough, we would get a thin, watery soup. However, if we made some mistakes, we wouldn’t get any food after doing the labor they demanded.All of us were healthy kids when we arrived here; now, we were skin and bones.No one ever talked about hope. Instead, we learned to keep our heads down, to move quickly, to ignore the hunger twisting in our stomachs. The rogues didn’t care if we were tired.If a kid complained, there were only two options: a beating or a handful of live insects forced down your throat.My sister and I had both been punished like that in our first week. The memory of it stuck to my bones, cold and crawling, and every night I found myself crying quietly into my hands, whispering broken prayers to the Moon Goddess.I didn’t know if she ever heard me. I just hoped she did and saved al

ROSENTINEMurmurs grew louder as I stood there like a statue. I must have heard wrong, right? After all, there was no way he actually meant to make me his Luna since that would mean… marrying me.I looked at Alpha Bastian, trying to read what was going on in his mind right now, but it was too hard. His expression could shift like autumn wind, here and gone, unpredictable.“Her?” Ezekiel finally spoke, spitting out the word like it tasted bad. The way he looked at me, like the idea of me as Alpha Bastian’s Luna was some kind of joke, made my stomach twist. I frowned, but he just kept going.“This is just advice, don’t let her looks fool you, or those innocent smiles. She’s dangerous. She’ll wreck your life if you give her the chance. She’s selfish, and if things go south, she’ll turn on you.” His words stung, sharp and cold, but anger burned even hotter in my chest. “Trust me, you do not want to be with that evil woman.”“Besides surviving the rogues alone when she was just a child, wh