All Chapters of The Alpha King's Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kyra's POV I didn’t sleep.By the time the first grey light slipped under the door of our tiny room, I had already gotten the names of three neighboring packs written on a scarp of paper I torn from the kitchen ledge. Everyone of them had received the same call for candidates. Liam planned to pick one of his own omegas, pocket the money and send the rest of us back to the same shitty life. I couldn't let him do that.Lianna stirred on the tiny mattress. I sat on the edge of the mattress and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek."Wake up Lia," I whispered."Kyra?" She blinked,her voice was rough from sleep. "What's wrong?""Nothing is wrong," I kept my voice steady even though my hands were shaking. *I have to leave for Crestwood.""Kyra, No." She sat up fast. "You heard what they say. Women die doing this.""I have to do this, Lia." I grabbed her shoulder harder than I wanted. "It's going to be me either way, Lianna, don't you understand that? He will chooses me, and then he's goi

Davian's POV"Alpha, welcome home."I barely acknowledged the guards bowing at the gate. Three weeks of council meetings, border disputes and diplomats who couldn't say a direct sentence if their lives depended on it had left with a permanent headache."Where's Natalia?" I asked, handing my cloak to the servant beside."The Luna is in the west hall, my king." The sevant replied.Of course she was. Natalia was always exactly where protocol expected her to be. I found her there, seated by the window with a book she wasn't really reading, judging by the way she looked up the instant my boots hit the floor."Davian," She rose, crossed the room and pressed a brief kiss to my cheek. "You look exhausted.""Well that's politics," She said flatly. "Well I have better news."Something in her tone made me go still. "What is it?""The program was successful," She folded her hands in her lap, watching my face carefully. "Candidate twenty-seven has been confirmed pregnant. She has already been move

Davian's POV "What did you do?" My voice came out sharper than I meant it to, and Kyra flinched like I'd struck her. "I don't-" she stammered. "I don't understand what you're asking me." "Don't play games with me." I took another step closer, close enough now that I could see her pulse hammering visibly at her throat, close enough to hate how badly I wanted to close the space between us. "“Scenting herbs. Spells. Whatever cheap omega trick Westwood taught you. Answer me.” “I didn’t use anything." She said. "don’t even know what you’re talking about.” "Stop lying to me," my voice rose slightly."Scenting oils are common enough among omegas trying to catch an Alpha's eye. Is that what this is? Did someone in Westwood teach you how to..." "No." She said it fast. "I've spent three years scrubbing floors and hiding from the only Alpha who's ever looked twice at me. Whatever you think just happened, I promise you I did nothing to cause it." My wolf wouldn't let up. It kept clawing a

Kyra's POV The new suite was too quiet.They moved me in the late afternoon with the few things I owned, mostly the plain clothes Crestwood had issued and the small bag I’d brought from Westwood. No one explained why the change happened so fast. They just said the Alpha King wanted the mother of the heir somewhere quieter, with better security.Quieter was an understatement.The corridor outside had thick carpets and fewer doors. Two guards took positions at either end and didn’t look at me when I passed. Inside, the rooms opened into each other: a sitting area with actual upholstered chairs, a bedroom with a bed big enough for three people, and a bathroom that still made me stare like I’d never seen running hot water before.I stood in the middle of the sitting room after the servants left and tried to decide whether I felt safer or more trapped.A soft knock came a few minutes later. One of the palace women stepped in, she was middle-aged, neat gray dress, hair pinned back without

Kyra's POV The nausea hit without warning.One second I was sitting on the edge of the bed trying to lace my boots. The next my stomach turned so hard I barely made it to the bathroom before everything came up. All the bile, water, the little I’d forced down at dawn. My knees hit the cold tile. My fingers gripped the edge of the toilet like it was the only solid thing left in the room.This was the third time. I was sick again, the same way I'd been sick yesterday morning, and the morning before that, my whole body turning around nothing until there was nothing left to bring up and I was just shaking, gripping the edge of the basin, sweat cold on the back of my neck."Kyra?" Jazmine's voice, from the other room, followed fast by a soft knock. "I heard you moving. You alright in there?""Am fine," I managed, which came out more like a choke.She didn't believe me, obviously, because the door opened a moment later and she was crouching beside me before I could even wave her off, one ha