Todos los capítulos de Chosen by the Tyrant Alpha as A Surrogate : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Irene’s POVI stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror, the blade of the scissors caught the dim candlelight as I grabbed another section of my dark hair and cut.The strands fell against the stone floor, pooling around my bare feet."Shorter," I muttered to myself, hacking away at what had once reached my waist.My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the small pot of brown paste I'd mixed earlier. I dabbed it across my cheeks and nose, creating false freckles that marred my skin.In the wavering candlelight, I looked plain but that was the point.Nothing good ever came from being noticed by the higher wolves. I had learned that the hard way, watching girls disappear into private chambers and return with vacant eyes and bruised skin.The pretty ones never lasted long in the palace."Irene!" A shrill voice pierced through my door. "Hurry up!""I'm coming!" I shouted back, my voice sharp with irritation.I turned back to the mirror one last time, straightening the oversized uni

Irene’s POVA laugh burst from my throat before I could stop it. "That's… that's a joke, right?"But his expression didn't change. Those steel-grey eyes remained locked on mine, not a hint of humor touched his face.The laughter died in my throat."Your Majesty!" A voice rang out from the crowd. An older man stepped forward, his blue robes marking him as a council member. "This is outrageous! A servant? An omega?""Unacceptable!" Another joined him, a woman with silver hair piled high on her head. "The King's bloodline cannot be diluted with-with that!"More voices rose in protest but I couldn't focus on them. My entire world had narrowed to the man standing before me.He had chosen me as his breeder. Me!? The girl who did everything to stay invisible."No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, you can't do this to me. I won’t..” the words died in my throat.Alastair's smirk widened, like he was enjoying my panic and sharp tears stung my eyes."I can," he said simply. "And I have."I st

Irene’s POVBy the time the first light of dawn had crept through the window, I had made my decision.I would rather die than become his breeder hence my wolf and I decided that we were getting out.The lock on the door had been expensive, but not complex enough. Years of living in the servants' quarters had taught me how to pick locks with a hairpin when I needed to "borrow" extra food and now, how to stay invisible.I waited until I heard the footsteps behind the door pass and then I worked the pin into the lock, my hands shaking as I did it.The click when it gave way had sounded like thunder in my ears but when I had cracked the door open, and peered into the hallway, there was nothing.No guard stationed outside anywhere. Either Alastair was too arrogant to think I would run, or he had never intended to keep me locked in at all.His mistake.I'd slipped out immediately, staying close to the pillars so I could easily duck and hide, my heart was hammering so hard I thought it might