All Chapters of Chosen by the Tyrant Alpha as A Surrogate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alastair's POVI paused, letting my words linger in the air. He shifted uneasily and then asked. “Unless what, your majesty?”My lips twitched, a smirk threatening to break but I forced it down. I dropped my arms and pinned him with a stare. "Unless those students were poorly trained and unable to defend themselves against someone who should have been no threat at all."Understanding dawned in Lucas's eyes, along with trapped fury. If he insisted Irene was dangerous, he would be admitting his students were incompetent.And if he claimed she couldn't have done that much damage, he would have no grounds to expel her."I see you understand," I said with a small smile. "So let me make this simple. Irene was the victim. She defended herself, and the matter is closed."Lucas stiffened, his fingers curling into a fist. "Your Majesty, you can't be-""Is there something else?" I straightened, brushing invisible dust from my sleeve. "Because if you're still insisting on her withdrawal, I sho

Irene's POV"The King isn't here," I said firmly. "And Cam was worried. There's no harm in talking to him."She frowned and pursed her lips. "There will be if His Majesty finds out."What was her problem? Could she not see how excited Cam was? I met her eyes steadily. "Then don't tell him."Cam tugged on my sleeve and I turned to him, smiling. "I read about bullying," he said earnestly. “In one of my textbooks. It said that people who bully others are usually unhappy themselves, and that the best thing to do is tell an adult and…” He paused, frowning. "But you're an adult. So I guess you did the right thing fighting back?"Despite everything, I couldn't help but smile. "Something like that.""And there are ways to help bruises heal faster!" His face lit up with excitement. "Ice reduces swelling, and there's this herb called arnica that's supposed to help, and if you eat foods with vitamin C-""How old are you again?" I asked, amazed at how smart he was. "Ten. But I'll eleven in fo

Irene's POV"Thank you!" I gasped against his back. "Thank you, thank you, I can't believeyou actually did it! I thought for sure I was out!” His entire body was as stiff as a board. "Let go," he said, his voice tight.But I couldn't. Relief and gratitude poured through me. I was so certain I lost this chance but Alastair had actually fought for me. "Seriously, thank you so much," I continued, my words tumbling over each other. "I promise I won't cause any trouble, I'll keep my head down!”I released my grip on his back and spun around to face him, still beaming. Without thinking, I stretched up on my toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.The moment my lips touched his skin, I realized my mistake.I started to pull away, my face burning. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… I was just too excited and-"His hand shot out, gripping my waist and holding me in place. His other hand came up to cup the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair."If you're going to thank me," he murmured

Irene’s POV His eyes sparkled brightly. "Really? It really works?""As long as you believe it does," I said, tapping his nose gently."Thank you!" He threw his arms around my neck again. "I'll take such good care of it! I'll only write good things, I promise!"I chuckled, hugging him back. "I know you will."A maid appeared at the end of the hallway, calling for him. "Prince Cameron! We're going to be late!""Coming!" He started to run off, then turned back. "Have a good day at school, Irene!"I waved back at him. "You too, Cam!"He disappeared around the corner, and I stood up, still smiling."You're getting too close to him." Lottie said gruffly. I turned to find her watching me with an unreadable expression."He's a child," I said. "A lonely one. What's wrong with being kind to him?"She shook her head like she was already tired of discussing the issue. "The Alpha won't like it.""The Alpha doesn't like most things I do." I adjusted my bag. "That's never stopped me before.""This

Irene's POVHe leaned against his desk, looking at me with something close to disdain. "Let's not pretend this is about talent or dedication, Miss Irene. We both know why you're really here."My heart was skipping terribly. "I... I don't understand.""You're the King's breeder." He said it like an insult. "A pretty bauble he's decided to indulge by sending to my Academy.”He pointed an accusing finger in my direction. “You have no real passion for music, no discipline and no understanding of what it takes to truly master this art."The words hit like physical blows. "That's not true. I love music. I've always-""And that fight?" He stepped closer, looming over me. "That display of violence? It confirms everything I suspected about you. You're low-class, untrained and unsuitable for an institution like this."Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "Master Elias.”"You're a figurehead," he continued mercilessly. "A charity case the King forced upon us. You'll never