Semua Bab The Billionaire Alpha’s Secret Surrogate : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The rain started the moment I stepped off the bus, like the sky had been waiting for me to have nowhere left to run.Two shifts back to back does something to a person. My feet had stopped feeling like feet hours ago. Somewhere around the fourth table of drunk finance bros at the diner, my feet had turned into two blocks of aching wood. I dragged legs behind me down Fifth Street, past the alley where Mrs. Odaka fed the strays every night without fail. I used to find that comforting. Tonight I barely noticed it.I noticed the car instead.A black and sleek SUV, parked across from my building. It had been there when I left for my morning shift too. I remember because I had made a joke to myself about it, something about how even the cars around here were richer than the people. Now it just sat there in the dark with its windows fogged from the rain. Something in my chest tightened and I quickened my steps.I told myself it was nothing. People parked wherever they wanted. This wasn’t the

I didn’t sleep that night. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling until the numbers stopped meaning anything, and by morning I’d made a decision I wasn’t proud of. I told myself I was only going to look.The agency had no sign on the street. Just a private elevator that needed a code from the card itself, and a waiting room upstairs done entirely in white. I sat there in my one good coat until a woman in a pale blue uniform called my name.“Miss Vance.” She had a clipboard and a tight smile. “This way.”The intake room was smaller, more clinical. She took my blood pressure, asked about my health history. She then set her pen down and looked at me properly for the first time.“You’re an omega.”“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”“It’s very relevant.” She came closer and inhaled once, slow, and something shifted in her face. “Suppressed. That’s unusual. Most omegas your age haven’t figured out how to do that on their own.”I didn’t answer, because I didn’t know how to explain it. I’d

I signed the contract on a Tuesday, at a desk in an office so quiet I could hear my own pen against the paper.Dr. Reyes sat across from me, watching without watching keenly. Sophie thought I was at a nanny agency interview. I’d rehearsed the lie in the mirror that morning until it stopped sounding like one.“Take your time,” Dr. Reyes said. “There’s no penalty for reading it twice.”I’d already read it four times. Every clause was carved into my memory by now, the anonymity terms, the medical obligations, the section outlining what would happen to the compensation if anything went wrong during the pregnancy. My hand shook slightly on the final signature line, not from doubt exactly, more from the weight of watching my old life close behind me like a door.“Once this is signed,” I said, “there’s no version of me that gets to change her mind.”“There’s a rescission window. Seventy two hours.” She said it gently, the way you’d offer someone an exit they were unlikely to take. “After tha

Maya called two days before the procedure, cheerful as always, though this time there was something underneath it that made me pay closer attention.“Small change of plans,” she said. “The client’s requested an in person meeting before the procedure. Standard consent stuff, nothing to worry about. But it means you’ll actually be in the same room as him, which is more than most surrogates ever get.”My stomach dropped and a feeling of unease washed over me. “I thought this was supposed to be anonymous.”“It is, mostly. He won’t give his name. You won’t give yours beyond what’s already on file. It’s more of a formality thing, some clients like to see who they’re trusting with something this big. You don’t have to agree if it makes you uncomfortable.”I thought about it for exactly as long as it took to remember the number in my bank account still sitting at zero, the rent due in five days, Sophie’s shoes falling apart at the seams because I hadn’t had the money to replace them.“I’ll do

The door clicked shut, leaving behind a silence so thick it felt heavy enough to crush me. I sat frozen on the edge of the low examination table, my hand still suspended in the cold air where his fingers had gripped it moments before.My heart hammered against my throat, beating so hard it drowned out the quiet hum of the clinic’s ventilation system. I pressed my left hand flat against my chest, taking short, shallow breaths as I tried to regain control of my own body. What was that? The moment his skin touched mine, something inside me had snapped, tearing through the careful, quiet shield I had kept around myself for years. My wolf, who had been quiet and buried for so long, had stirred violently, practically clawing at my chest for a man I didn't even know. And then he had flinched. He had looked at me with pale, silver eyes full of sudden terror before tearing his hand away and walking out like I was poison. A wave of cold humiliation washed over me, chasing away the ele