All Chapters of Chosen by the Tyrant Alpha as A Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

Irene’s POVI dragged the chains across the floor, the metal scraping against wood, and screamed until my throat was raw."Let me out! You can't do this!"My wrists burned where the silver-lined cuffs bit into my skin. It was no pure silver since that would kill me but it was enough to keep me weak.My injured ankle throbbed with every movement, wrapped in tight bandages but still swollen and useless.I yanked at the chains again, even though I knew it was pointless. The scream that tore from my throat was pure frustration.“LET ME FUCKING GOOO!!!” The door opened.I spun around, hope flaring stupidly in my chest. But it wasn't him. It was a maid and she was carrying a silver tray laden with food.She walked closer and the smell of roasted chicken made my stomach betray me with a loud growl."I'm not eating anything," I said firmly. "Take it back."The maid straightened. "His Majesty insisted you eat.""His Majesty can go to hell." I snapped. She reached into her apron and pulled o

Irene’s POV"Enter," he called.The head maid walked into the room and bowed. “Your Majesty.”"Mrs. Myra," Alastair greeted. "I’m sure you know Irene. She'll be staying in the east wing so make sure she's taken care of. Understood?"Mrs. Myra's eyes flicked to me and I stiffened. "Of course, Your Majesty."“What am I to do meanwhile?” I asked, turning to Alastair. “You can’t expect me to stay in the east wing all day.”He gave me a deadpan look and I scoffed, shaking my head. "You're locking me up like an animal." I muttered bitterly. His jaw tightened. "You'll be treated well. Better than you've ever been treated in your life.""I don't want to be treated," I snapped, surprising myself with my own boldness. "I want to live.”His amber eyes flashed with warning. "Your position doesn't allow for demands.""Then kill me now," I said, meeting his eyes. "Because I will not survive being locked in a room for a year, waiting to be used whenever you decide. I'd rather die."Mrs. Myra shif