All Chapters of The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"On your knees, Vespera. A Dud doesn’t get to stand in the presence of a true Luna."The command from Alpha Jax hit me harder than the freezing rain drenching the ceremonial grounds. Only an hour ago, this man had been whispering about our future in the back of his truck, promising that even without a wolf, I was his. Now he stood on the high stone dais with his arm locked around my sister's waist. He looked at me with the kind of pity you give a stray dog before you put a bullet in its head.I didn't move fast enough for him. Jax let out a low snarl, and the weight of his Alpha aura slammed into my shoulders like a physical blow. My legs gave out. I hit the mud with a wet thud that echoed across the silent pack. My white dress, the one I had spent months sewing by hand for this ceremony, turned a filthy, bruised gray as it soaked up the muck.A few omegas in the front row giggled. My father stood among the elders on that same dais, his face a mask of cold, red-flushed stone. He didn'

The sun hadn’t even begun to rise when the screaming started.It wasn't a human scream. It was the sound of a throat being shredded by a howl that couldn't escape. I bolted upright in the massive bed, my heart slamming against my ribs. The room was still pitch black, but the intense heat from the night before was gone. In its place was a bone-chilling cold that seemed to radiate from the man convulsing on the floor."Master?" I whispered, my voice trembling.A wet, thumping sound followed. He was hitting his head against the reinforced concrete wall. Thud. Thud. Thud."Get out," he wheezed. The voice was distorted, layered with a guttural growl that sounded like heavy stone grinding over bone. "Vespera, run."I didn't run. I couldn't. The contract was a ghost in my mind, but the sound of his agony was real. I slid off the bed, my bare feet silent on the cold floor. I followed the sound of his ragged breathing until I found him huddled in the corner.Even in the dark, I could see the f

The silence in the ballroom was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against my lungs. Jax’s hand was still hovering in the air, a pathetic fist aimed at a girl he thought was a nameless servant. He looked like a statue of a coward.At my feet, the Lycan King was still on one knee.Killian didn't look up at the crowd. He didn't acknowledge the gasps or the sound of my father dropping his glass. He focused entirely on my shoe. With a steady hand, he used his five-thousand-dollar handkerchief to wipe the red wine from my foot. He treated my skin like it was made of ancient porcelain, his movements slow and terrifyingly calm.When he finished, he stood up. He didn't just rise; he loomed. The air around him felt like it was vibrating, a low-frequency hum that made the marrow in my bones ache."Who touched you, little wolf?"His voice was a low, jagged rumble. It wasn't a question. It was a demand for a sacrifice.I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the wine stinging my ey

"Don't move, and maybe I’ll make the first cut quick enough that you won't feel the baby die."The assassin's voice was a dry rattle against my ear. His hand smelled like shit and cheap cigarettes, pressing so hard against my mouth that I could feel my own teeth cutting into the inside of my mouth. I tasted the first metallic tang of blood, and the stench of him made my stomach turn.I wasn't a wolf. I didn't have claws or some beast to call on for help. I was a Dud, pinned under a stinky low-life while my King was out in the woods hunting.Ready to fight.The voice didn't come from my head. It came from my gut. That silver pulse in my womb suddenly turned ice-cold. A jagged, electric shock bolted through my spine, hitting my limbs with a strength that shouldn't have been there.I didn't scream, I bit the bastard. HardI sank my teeth into the fleshy part of his palm, tasting salt and filth. He let out a muffled grunt of pain, his grip loosening just enough. It was all I needed. I sla

Her skin was an atlas of his possession.Vespera wasn’t breathing anymore; she was gasping. Each hit of air felt like it was coated in lye, burning its way down her throat. Inside the SUV, the heat coming off her body was so intense the leather seats smelled like they were starting to scorch. It wasn't just a fever. It was her DNA being rewritten by the King’s blood, and the process was trying to tear her flesh out through her skin.Killian didn't look at her, nor did he say a word. He just drove like a man possessed, the engine screaming as he threw the truck around the mountain curves. He could smell her, the scent of her arousal mixed with her sweat and the underlying tang of the silver fire. It was making his own beast claw at the inside of his chest, demanding he stop the car and claim her right there and now.When the tires finally skidded to a halt in the courtyard of the Old Keep, he didn't wait. He was around the car in a second, ripping the door open. He grabbed Vespera by t