บททั้งหมดของ Surrogate Bride To The Alpha Stand-in: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Warning: This chapter contains R-rated content and potentially triggering material. Reader discretion is advised. If you find such themes distressing, feel free to skip this section.“They seek something of him. Every step they take is laced with intention,” said Alpha Darius, turning his back to Uthred. “Any further word?”“Yes, Alpha,” Uthred replied with a bow. “The imposter remains in slumber, and I doubt he shall awaken soon. The pack leaders, however, have declared he fled, unwilling to face justice.”“As expected. They know well he sleeps, yet speak of flight to serve their own ends. The pack leaders craft their truths as they see fit,” Darius murmured, then turned his gaze once more to Uthred.“I could have intervened on his behalf,” he added, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes, “but I wish to see how dearly he holds this one. The spectacle grows more engaging with every passing moment.”With another bow, Uthred withdrew. As he stepped into the corridor, he nearly col

A Fragment from the Past"Are you certain of this?" Lord Rhovan inquired, his voice low and grave.She stepped forward with hesitant resolve. "I am certain, my lords. I have heard her speak with my own ears—plans to reveal your secrets. In my heart, I know she is the king’s daughter."A weighty silence fell upon the chamber.Lord Garrick leaned forward, his fingers steepled. "Then we must act swiftly. Should the people learn of her lineage, they will place their hope in her—hope that she might bear a wolf-man. And you all know well what that portends for us.""Let us not be hasty, Lord Garrick," Lord Alister interjected calmly. "First, we must discern what the lady desires in return for such… invaluable knowledge.""A wise suggestion," Lord Rhovan murmured, rising from his seat and approaching the girl. As he drew near, Lydia instinctively stepped back."Do not fear, young one," he said, voice smooth as oil. "I mean you no harm." His hand rose and brushed her cheek, cold as marble. "T

Even though the new handmaiden the Alpha had assigned to her was diligent—attentive to her needs, industrious, and obedient—Lena could not help but long for Milicent.Milicent had been more than a mere servant. She had been a companion, a confidante, perhaps the sister Lena had never known.She had not yet thanked the Alpha for saving her. In truth, she had scarcely left her chambers in days.“Thank you, Lord Jaime, for granting me your time,” she said quietly, rising to her feet in an effort to see him to the door.As they stepped across the threshold, the corridor beyond was alive with activity. People moved about with purpose, tending to their duties, yet many paused to greet her with warmth and familiarity.A far cry from how they had received her upon her arrival.Dorcas, her new handmaiden, had informed her that the people now saw her as their Luna—news had spread that she was not the traitor’s daughter, as once believed. Their treatment of her had shifted accordingly.“You have

"Beautiful. You look beautiful," she murmured, her hand gently tracing the line of his face before cupping his cheek.His wolf stirred, softening under her touch, his eyes wide and full of tenderness.With a quiet sigh, he leaned into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.---The next moment, they found themselves in the cave, his back pressed against the wall as she rested upon his leg."Tell me about yourself, Luna," he murmured, his voice low and steady.A soft smile curved her lips, one filled with peace and affection. Finally, she could speak of herself to him."My full name is Magdalena Aimee Greaves," she said quietly.He repeated the name in his mind, committing it to memory. "Magdalena... Lena... You have the most beautiful name.""Thank you." She smiled and continued, "I am the only child of my family. We lived in a small village in human lands... just me... and my mother.""And your father?" His hand gently circled her bare stomach."He died before I was born, according to

“The Pack Lords await in the throne room,” Miriam announced, her voice composed.Silence lingered.“Alpha…” she prompted gently.Vargr lifted his gaze at once, the weight of thought pressing behind his eyes.Miriam stepped further into the study, her presence steady but cautious.“What troubles you, my lord?” she asked.“A great many things, Miriam. News has reached me—unsettling news—and it weighs heavily on my mind.”She seated herself across from him, hands folded neatly in her lap.“When you were in service to my mother,” he began, “did she ever speak of Lydia Voss bearing a hidden child?”A pause. The fire cracked in the hearth.“No,” Miriam replied slowly. “Why do you ask such a thing?”“Word has come to me of a creature—half wolf, half mage. A hybrid. And it is said the blood that flows in its veins traces back to Lydia Voss.”Miriam’s brows drew together, her thoughts turning inward.“I recall that Lydia bore a son while still within this pack,” she said at last. “But the chi