All Chapters of The Broken Luna's Surrogate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: Vivian"He's gone," I whispered into the quiet bedroom.My voice cracked as cold air crept back into the corners of the room. The space beside me was empty, and the wool blankets were already cold where Gideon had held me through the night.I sat up slowly, my hand moving down to rest on my six-month belly. The terrible fever that had threatened to take my life yesterday was gone. The pup's movements were strong and steady again, and I could feel her steady pulse beneath my palm. My inner wolf also seemed calmer now, her golden energy restored.He had saved the baby. He had used his own Alpha energy to warm my body until the cold stopped threatening the pregnancy.But now, the price of that warmth was making it hard for me to breathe.His scent was everywhere.It wasn't faint or something I had to search for. The smell clung to the mattress, the wool blankets, and even the skin of my neck. Every breath reminded me of him.My suppressed wolf rested close to the surface of my m

POV: VivianThe legs of the new table scraped against the floorboards as Beta Marcus’s guards pushed it into the center of the kitchen. I stood by the bedroom door, one hand resting on my pregnant belly, watching as my quiet, freezing cottage turned into a military headquarters. Within six hours, Gideon’s desk, three iron trunks filled with official pack seals, and four leather map cases had been moved into the corner beside the stone hearth. Eight elite vanguard guards now took turns watching the front porch and the small living space, their iron armor clinking whenever they moved.But the guards and their trunks weren't what made my throat go dry. It was him.Gideon sat at the desk, bent over a border report under the light of three tallow candles. His leather jacket hung over the back of his chair, and he wore only a dark fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing the thick scars on his forearms. His Alpha aura filled the room, making it hard to relax even

POV: VivianThe storm had died down to a steady patter against the iron window bars, but the thunder inside my chest was getting worse.I was still pressed against Gideon's lap, my skirt bunched around my knees, my bare feet hanging off his thighs. The kitchen candle cast an orange light across the bedroom floor, throwing our shadows against the dark wardrobe. Every muscle in his chest was stiff beneath my hands, and his slow, hot breaths brushed against the damp skin of my neck.Get up, the human voice in my head ordered, a sudden wave of self-preservation cutting through the confusion in my mind. Push his shoulders. Go back to your side of the mattress before you break the last rule of the contract.But my body refused to obey.Being this close to him felt almost unbearable. My blood was hot, and the feeling grew stronger deep in my belly. My suppressed wolf leaned into his Alpha aura, her golden energy responding to him with a desire that made my skin tingle wherever we touched.

POV: VivianThe smell of crushed, rotting lilies made my stomach turn.I stared at the gray parchment lying on the new table, the broken pieces of the blue wax seal scattered across the wood. The seal was shaped like a dying flower. A frightened keep runner had pushed the envelope through the window bars ten minutes ago before running back into the sleet. I could still remember how quickly he had disappeared. My fingers felt cold as I opened the letter and smoothed out the creases, my eyes moving over the thin handwriting.*Do you actually believe his wolf sees a woman when he looks at your body, border girl? the letter read. You are a container we rented from the ridge mud to hold a piece of flesh. For six years, Gideon’s heart, his oaths, and his bed have belonged to the Luna of Blood River. Enjoy the extra blankets while your belly is heavy, incubator. In twelve weeks, the contract expires, the gold clears, and my guards will throw you back into the dirt where you belong.*I re

POV: VivianThe sharp twang of a crossbow string came from the thicket, followed by the sound of iron boots pounding against the porch outside.I rushed out of the small bedroom, both hands going straight to my bump as the kitchen door shook violently. The four elite vanguard guards inside drew their broadswords at once. The sound of steel rang through the room above the howling wind. My heart pounded as I backed into the corner beside the stone hearth, watching the shadows move beyond the iron window bars.They are at the fence line. A cold rush of fear went through me, leaving my limbs stiff. Silas had finally launched his attack.Gideon didn't bother with his maps or the official seals on his desk. He crossed the kitchen in two quick strides and placed himself between me and the windows. His dark shirt was torn at the shoulder, and his chest rose and fell as his Alpha aura spread through the room. The air grew tense as his protective instincts took over, making the glass inkwell ra