All Chapters of The Alpha King's Surrogate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kyra's POV “Yes,” Jazmine said.She reached into the small pocket of her apron and pulled out a thin folded photograph, the edges already soft from being handled. She held it out so I could see.A baby girl, maybe seven months old, sat in a patch of sunlight on a blanket. Crimson-red hair and already showing a stubborn wave, with sky-blue eyes that looked too sharp for someone that small. The same stubborn set to the mouth I’d seen on Jake earlier. She was plump and healthy, one fist shoved against her own cheek, staring at whoever held the camera like she was already unimpressed with the world."She looks exactly like him," I said."Everyone says that." Jazmine laughed. "Not a trace of me in her, poor thing. Same stubborn chin too, I swear it, even at six months old.""She's beautiful." I handed her the photo back. My stomach still felt raw, but the worst of the nausea had eased enough that I could focus on something other than not throwing up. Talking helped it seemed, looking at

Davian's POV I was only in the medical wing because Alyssa had requested I come I walked through the door and saw Kyra already seated on the examination table, pale, her hands folded tightly in her lap, dark circles under her eyes that hadn't been there four days ago.She looked up the moment I crossed the threshold and her green eyes met mine across the short distance and held for one sharp second too long.Neither of us spoke.The last time we had been alone in a room the air had changed and my wolf had named her in a single violent word. That memory sat between us now, heavy and unspoken. I deliberately stopped several paces from the bed and kept my gaze on the far wall, the monitors, anywhere except the soft line of her mouth or the way her braid had come half undone from another morning of sickness.This is for the heir, I told myself. Nothing else."Your Majesty." Alyssa nodded toward me, her tablet in hand. "Thank you for coming.We’ll begin.”She turned to Kyra. “How many ti

Davian's POV Kyra broke the eye contact first.I watched her turn, quick and sharp, disappearing back through her balcony doors before I could even process what had just passed between us across that stretch of moonlit courtyard.. The glass doors closed and balcony was empty.It was for the best. I thought."Let's go inside," she murmured against my lips. "It's cold out here."She took my hand and tugged me back through the balcony doors into the chamber without breaking the kiss.The doors slid shut.Natalia didn’t waste time. She set the untouched wine glass aside, rose up on her toes again, and kissed me harder, open-mouthed, deliberate, the kind of kiss that used to pull me under in seconds. Her hands slid up my chest, fingers already working the buttons of my shirt loose one by one. The nightgown slipped further off one shoulder, baring most of her left breast, soft, full, the dark nipple tight from the cool air and from what she clearly wanted.“You’ve been so overworked,” she

Jazmine's POV I dropped to my knees beside him hard enough that the impact shot up my thighs.His blood soaked everything, his dark shirt was torn open across the chest and ribs, the fabric black-red and sticking to the skin. A deep dagger wound sat just under his left ribs, still seeping. The edges looked wrong,darker than they should have been, the skin around it already taking on a sick grayish tint. It was poison and it was moving fast.Three rogue wolves lay dead in the undergrowth a few paces away. Throats torn, bodies twisted. He had clearly won the fight, barely.I pressed both hands over the wound and leaned my weight into it. Hot blood welled up between my fingers immediately. He groaned, low and broken, but his eyes didn’t open. Black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and dirt. Strong jaw clenched even unconscious. Royal features under all the blood. Prince Kieran Lockwood. He was prince Dorian's younger brother and he was dying under a tree with only a palace maid

Kyra's POV I woke up and the room didn’t immediately tilt.That was new. The nausea was still there, low and mean in the background, but it wasn’t trying to drag me out of bed and into the bathroom floor. I'd actually sit up, it was small progress but I'd take it.Someone knocked on the door and Jazmine came in with a tray, the same way she had been doing for the last couple of mornings, her chestnut hair pinned back but already had loose strands around her face."You look better," Jazmine said, setting the tray down on the table by the window. "You're sitting up, that's better than yesterday.""I feel almost human again," I said, reaching for the tray.She had toast which was plain and dry with a little bowl of ginger broth she'd started making it an habit to bring whether I asked for it or not."I'm glad it stayed down," I continued, nibbing at the corner of the toast.I heard raised voices from the corridor outside, people whispering. It wasn't the normal morning noise I was used